"Yves? We all call him Underpants. Yeah, I know him. I've known him since we were kids. Everyone in our little town knows him."
As he spoke, a hint of nostalgia appeared in Cook's eyes, as if recalling the days he and Yves used to play together as children.
But then, as if remembering something, his gaze swept over Feng Mountain, and a fawning expression appeared on his face.
"Boss, does Yves work for you? I can tell you're a big shot from your private jet. No one in Baird can afford a private jet. Hell, no one in all of Donglan County can afford one."
As Cook spoke, his mind started racing. 'If I could work for a big shot like Feng Mountain,' he thought, 'I'd never have to worry about money again.'
"Interested in hiring me? I have a G-Class license, I've competed in the Camaro Mustang Challenge, and I'm a licensed jockey who's raced in Listed-level competitions."
