After divorcing my celebrity wife, I became the world's richest person

The venue for the Extreme Equation Race was nothing short of spectacular, with an array of highly difficult tracks winding through towering mountains.

From a distance, Chen Yu couldn't help but feel a sense of longing in his heart.

At that moment, Tong Ming was anxiously waiting at the entrance.

Although he had invited Chen Yu in the name of his personal racing team, Chen Yu did not have the individual qualifications to enter the race site on his own.

As expected, when Chen Yu's car arrived at the entrance to the venue, he was stopped by the staff.

"Son-in-law!" Tong Ming suddenly shouted from not far away, "You finally came! Any later and the race would've started."

The staff, seeing that Tong Ming had come personally to meet him, quickly let them through.

Tong Ming got directly into Chen Yu's car, guiding him to the parking area.

"Tuan Tuan! Have you missed grandpa?" Tong Ming said affectionately as he rubbed Tuan Tuan's little head.

"Mmm! Mmm! Of course, I missed you, but grandpa hasn't come to see me lately!" Tuan Tuan even started to act a bit petulant.

It seemed that her relationship with Tong Ming was incredibly close.

Tong Ming laughed and then took out a jade pendant from his pocket and put it around Tuan Tuan's neck.

"Grandpa has been a bit busy and couldn't get away! There's an amusement park nearby; I'll make sure to spend a few days with you there."

Tuan Tuan immediately became excited, "Right, grandpa, we've moved to a new house, and you haven't even visited yet."

"Grandpa knows, it's at Shuiyue Number One; I'll definitely visit next time."

Tong Ming was perfectly aware of Chen Yu's situation.

The staff meals at his place were essentially provided by Chen Yu's shop, and the employees who went to pick up the food were doing more than just fetching meals.

They also reported back on Chen Yu's recent circumstances to Tong Ming.

As they talked, their car arrived at a garage specially prepared for the racing teams.

Eight professional race drivers were eagerly waiting there.

Before the race, they had visited Tong Ming's cafeteria and tasted the braised dishes from Chen Yu's shop. Your source is NovelFire|em|pyr.

When they heard that Tong Ming had personally invited Chen Yu to be their team's chef, each one of them could hardly contain their excitement.

"Boss Chen! It's finally real to meet you today!"

"Your cooking is so delicious, it's made me finicky with food."

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As soon as Chen Yu got out of the car, he was surrounded by the eight drivers and taken to the temporary kitchen outside.

This place already offered a view of the entire race venue.

But it was indescribably more spectacular than the distant view from outside.

Chen Yu didn't hesitate; he rolled up his sleeves and went straight into the kitchen.

Tong Ming, meanwhile, joined Tong Ya's side, "You child, do you really not regard me at all? Buying a new house and not even telling me!"

Tong Ya pouted, "I've started my own family; there are some things I don't have to report to you."

There was not a hint of anger on Tong Ming's face, "Ha ha, truly my daughter, you always speak with such personality!"

As they were talking, a middle-aged man suddenly approached with the staff of the race.

"Mr. Tong, four teams have issued a simultaneous temporary challenge to you!"

Tong Ming's brow furrowed, but as he took the document from the middle-aged man, he was momentarily stunned.

"The Monte Carlo track? What is this all about? This kind of extreme track is only used for tomorrow's showdown; why are you challenging now?"

"I don't know about that!" The corner of the middle-aged man's mouth showed a hint of mischief, "According to the contracts between you and the other teams, you have no reason to refuse a challenge."

Tong Ming's pupils suddenly dilated, as his top race car drivers wouldn't arrive until tomorrow.

Such a sudden challenge on the extreme track indeed caught him off guard.

With no other choice, Tong Ming could only dial his phone to ask those top drivers to come earlier.

But what Tong Ming didn't expect was that he couldn't get through to any of the drivers' phones.

Just as he was feeling frustrated, his phone suddenly received several contract termination notices.

Tong Ming immediately realized that someone might have played him.

The amusement on the middle-aged man's face gradually turned into mockery.

"Mr. Tong, if you don't accept the challenge, you'll be conceding defeat. Not only will your team belong to Mr. Zhao, but you also won't be allowed to enter the racing industry for the next ten years," he said.

Grinding his teeth, Tong Ming coldly looked at the middle-aged man.

"Are you teaching me what to do?" he asked.

As soon as he finished speaking, the two bodyguards beside Tong Ming directly approached the man.

The middle-aged man was startled. "Mr. Tong, this is a gambling agreement you signed with Mr. Zhao. It has nothing to do with me!"

Tong Ming's anger reached its peak, as he hadn't expected the Zhao family to play dirty with him.

The eight drivers he had available simply couldn't complete the Monte Carlo track.

If they were forced to compete, they might end up dead or at best permanently disabled.

"How about I give it a try?"

Chen Yu, holding a spoon, smiled as he walked out of the kitchen.

His physical condition had now reached the ultimate human limit; he had heard the entire conversation outside loud and clear.

Tong Ming's eyes widened in disbelief. "Son-in-law, that's extreme racing, a life-threatening competition," he said.

Chen Yu spread his hands. "The Monte Carlo track? I had the fortune to run it once when I was in college," he said.

Admittedly, that was a bit of a boast, but under the circumstances, Chen Yu had no other choice but to say so. Otherwise, Tong Ming would never let him go.

Tong Ya stared at Chen Yu in shock. "Husband, you...?"

Chen Yu raised his hand to interrupt Tong Ya. "Don't worry, for me, it's just a small race," he assured her.

As he spoke, Chen Yu began to remove his chef's uniform.

The middle-aged man let out a scoff. "A mere chef, he's practically courting death!"

Then, he stuffed the documents he was carrying into Chen Yu's hands and quickly left with his staff.

"Son-in-law, listen to me. We don't have to go to such a race! It's my miscalculation this time. It's not the end of the world if we give up racing," Tong Ming said.

Chen Yu shook his head. "If I don't go, you'll be losing not just a racing team but also a commercial value of nearly two billion!" he said.

While speaking, Chen Yu had already gone to the nearby garage and climbed into a modified Formula car.

By the time everyone realized what was happening, Chen Yu was already driving the car slowly onto the track.

Tong Ya pounded on Tong Ming's chest with resentment.

"If anything happens to Chen Yu today, I'll never forgive you for the rest of my life," she said.

Tong Ming was also helpless, as the Tong family and the Zhao family were business archenemies.

In the capital, the two families had fought fiercely, and the situation was no different in Suzhou City, still antagonistic as ever.

Moreover, he had never expected the Zhao family to resort to underhanded tactics.

Just moments ago, he was ready to give up on the race, especially considering his current business arrangements in Suzhou City, which were enough to crush the Zhao family.

But now that Chen Yu had entered the track, it was all too late.