This violent racing was originally going to be a round trip from Paris to Le Mans, but in fact it only took one way to stop. Because the media was reporting on the racing car wildly, the Paris police were very passive by this incident and vowed to bring all participants to justice.

Don’t think about the return trip. Everyone can only go back to their own homes and find their own mothers? Don’t interfere... How can such a good product promotion end in a hurry?

Zhou Qingfeng drove the car east to Orleans south of Paris and parked on the side of the road to wait. There was an artificial intelligence Ai virtual avatar on a screen in the car, and he said to him: "Mr. Legion Commander, this autonomous driving is over. Everything goes well throughout the journey. Welcome to use it next time."

Zhou Qingfeng stretched, opened the car door and stood on the shoulder of the road. At this moment, the night was as cold as water, and the outskirts of Orleans were quiet. However, the silence did not last for a few minutes, and more than a dozen sports cars rushed over one after another, all of whom were the contestants who had just competed with him.

The first person to come was Ferrer, a serious Frenchman. He didn't even say hello after approaching Zhou Qingfeng, but couldn't wait to look back and forth the car several times.

Feler held a flashlight in his hand, and lay on the ground to check the vehicle's territory, opened the front cover to check the engine, and even got into the car for a test drive.

Finally, the man who had the most collisions with Zhou Qingfeng along the way said seriously: "I have to admit that you are qualified to despise me. I was very surprised by your performance along the way. I could not stop you even if I exhausted my strength. I just want to know how you did it now?"

"First of all, I take back my previous sarcastic words. Some of the arrogant words were actually said to the guy named Batista." After a slap, Zhou Qingfeng had already won. If he wins, he must be graceful. Next is the promotion time, and he must give potential customers face.

Feler looked like the kind of person who only cared about his hobbies. He waved his hand and said, "Lin, you don't need to apologize. I know very well who Batista is, he is indeed a trash. You scolded him right.

I was angry with your words, but what I want to maintain is the dignity of a French man, not the dignity of a playboy. Although I failed, your car successfully attracted my ideas, and its performance was beyond my imagination."

Feile couldn't put down Zhou Qingfeng's car. He patted it with regret and was hit into a mess of car body. "It takes some effort to repair it, and I hope the constant impact will not cause irreversible damage."

The whole process was almost Feller's words to himself, and soon someone came to him later. Everyone was not acquainted with each other, and after getting off the bus, they often expressed deep respect for Zhou Qingfeng and took the initiative to move forward and shake hands.

"Hello, China Lin. I'm Margini. I was so surprised by your performance just now. I must admit that you are qualified to mock all of us." A young man held Zhou Qingfeng's hand, and although he tried hard to restrain himself, he still seemed very excited.

"I think it's my car that mocks your car, but I don't have much malice in myself." Zhou Qingfeng is absolutely humble when he should, for the sake of business.

Speaking of the car, Makini was indeed even more excited. He strongly asked for a test drive. After returning from running for about ten kilometers, he jumped out of the car and shouted loudly: "Who designed this assisted driving function? It is so powerful that a rookie can become a professional racer with its help."

This made all the racers who arrived have become more interested. They didn't want to admit that their skills were not as good as others, but now the "assisted driving function" has become a good step. For a time, everyone asked for a test drive experience, and after the experience, they were even more amazed.

"Your permission can only enable the 'assisted driving function'. If you start 'automatic AI', don't you be shocked to fall off your chin?" Zhou Qingfeng stood by the side of the road and watched coldly. When someone asked him, he responded simply until Katerina drove to him.

The young girl was very proud of the current scene. After approaching Zhou Qingfeng, she whispered and said, "My plan is perfect, the effect is beyond imagination. Now the whole of France and Europe are discussing this competition.

The media is playing the extremely violent racing process along the way. The group of people who like racing in Europe is very large, and everyone is excited about it. The racing car you got has attracted widespread attention. Next, we can't do it without getting rich."

The car Zhou Qingfeng brought was naturally not from the real world, but from wasteland. However, he did not get a revolutionary all-electric car, but a racing car that was about five years ahead of the current world's technology level. At most, the smart AI in the car is more advanced.

This kind of racing car is not uncommon in wasteland. Ordinary cars will not break if they are left in the garage for more than two years. It is like a game to search for thousands of cars, but this kind of car is worthless in wasteland and can be transported by transportation quota.

As the son of a wealthy businessman, Batista came the last one. When he saw more than a dozen racing experts circling around a car, he immediately realized something? This guy could bend and stretch, ran to Zhou Qingfeng to apologize, and said that tonight was a misunderstanding.

"Actually, I like racing very much, and I'm very happy to compete with my French friends. But the police seem to be in trouble." Zhou Qingfeng said lightly, "I think I have to find a better lawyer."

Batista immediately took a lot of money and said: "Oh, don't worry, I have made arrangements for this matter. No one died or a big car accident, just find a few Afghan Frenchmen to take the bag. The media will not publicly report your information. However, the underground racing industry will definitely spread your reputation."

This situation sounds good, and it would be better if things can be solved so simply. Batista not only pays attention to Zhou Qingfeng's extremely special car, but also cares about the extraordinary value displayed behind the car.

"Mr. Lin, your racing car seems to have used some very outstanding technology," Batista asked tentatively.

The fish is hooked...

Zhou Qingfeng laughed for a while, "I personally like racing, so I formed a small racing R&D institution. I have some special technology and am currently applying for a patent. This car was shipped by me randomly. Its biggest feature is its intelligent driving and strong anti-destructive ability.

Simply put, it can give those who cannot become racers the same opportunity to experience the excitement of speeding and running. I think these patented technologies have very broad application prospects."

Batista nodded as if he understood, but he undoubtedly understood Zhou Qingfeng's words and made ordinary people a racer.
Chapter completed!