In the stands of the stadium, a group of club riders gathered to watch the fun.

Especially Wu Jie, who was led by the car, stared at the 458 race car and kept talking: "Old Yang got off the horse now, and he didn't know the situation and got on Sister Yan's car. He probably couldn't find the direction when he got off?"

Wu Jie hugged his arms and smiled: "Anyway, I've gotten off and wanted to vomit after I got off, and I never took her car again. The male driver is OK, but I'm afraid of the female driver."

"Old Yang has to walk our path too!" Those who have been destroyed seem to be silent, but they are more gloating. Of course, this is the mentality of friends after seeing them.

"I'll have a party tonight and I'll shock Lao Yang." Wu Jie suggested with a smile.

On the track, the 458-challenge is still racing.

Zhang Haiyan, a female driver, must have a straight floor, and when she enters a corner, she must have reached the limit of the brake point before she lowers the gears. On several occasions, Yang Ming could feel it, and she felt like she was pushing her head. If she was faster, would it overturn?

Yang Ming looked at the road ahead in horror, and screamed without shame because he felt that although Zhang Haiyan was driving irritably, she had all the rules and the route was very standard.

After reassuring the female driver's skills, he devoted himself to racing skills, and his body's center of gravity would swing as the car went into and out of the corners, and then swung, offsetting the situation where he could shake left and right.

After running five laps in one breath, the discomfort had slowly faded, and Yang Ming was happy. What he feared most was not speed, but the female driver who didn't know how to control it.

But Zhang Haiyan's skillful operation made him not picky. The strong roll cage and helmet were also telling him that it was just a rollover and could withstand it.

After the five laps, the car drove into the pit area, stopped in front of the P room, and then a group of people came up to open the co-pilot's door and watched Yang Ming.

But when Yang Ming calmly untied his seat belt, stretched out his feet first, climbed out of the car, his head a little dizzy, but nothing serious, and his face was more excited.

"It's so exciting! Huh! I have to swear a few words!"

People around me looked at the monster. This guy got into Sister Yan's car, but he was so excited after getting off?

Zhang Haiyan was also surprised. After taking off her hood and mask, she shook her long waist-throw hair and said with a smile: "Next time I will take your co-pilot, and I will call your brother when I come down, right?"

"Don't dare!" Yang Ming shook his head, "A rookie!"

Everyone couldn't see Yang Ming's joke, but the excitement was still as usual. When it was Yang Ming's turn to go on the road, he already felt a little like racing.

It still has many similarities to the game, but the road feel is clearer and the control is more direct. After learning about Zhang Haiyan's way of opening, he dared to pluck his courage when entering the corner, telling himself that he would not lose control and would not brake until he reached the limit.

The result was really successful. I went into and out of the bend without any danger. The first time I ran a qualified route on the track, and then I became more confident and boldly stepped on the accelerator and brake.

He overcame several cars along the way. When it was almost over, he was overtaken by him again and successfully completed the ferrule feat.

I was inevitably proud of myself. I just wanted to whisper a few words when I drove back, but I saw Zhang Haiyan waved her hand and signaled not to stop: "Let your car go slowly and let the heat dissipate."

"Oh." Yang Ming continued to drive. Although they were all 458, his car was used for civilian purposes. The brakes and various systems all played to the limit on the track. The brakes were a little smokey, and there would probably be problems if they ran ten laps more.

Racing and civilian use are indeed two fields. They look the same but are very different. Zhang Haiyan's car does not need to dissipate heat at all. Just stop by, and it may be just a warm-up.

Yang Ming came back after a walk, parked the car and drove the back cover to dissipate heat, and then exchanged his experience and excitement of running up with everyone. The attributes of car fans are fully demonstrated.

After playing twice, the event had reached more than a minute. Wu Jie proposed his previous initiative: "Let's have a party to celebrate in the evening!"

"Do you want Lao Yang to come? You are the protagonist!"

"Come on!" Yang Ming agreed with a smile. He was just waiting for this kind of social opportunity, but before the evening was still there, he went back first.

I have to continue my daily training, but it is reduced to an hour and a half because the foundation has been laid, and the rest is reaction speed.

"Improving the reaction ability will not only play a role in fighting, but also in other fields." Zhang Bing emphasized to him many times.

"Maybe this is why I reacted very quickly today," Yang Ming guessed.

"That's of course! If you fly a plane, you will react faster than 0.0 per second at a speed of hundreds of kilometers per hour, which is a few positions!"

Yang Ming smiled and said, "Great Chicken Soup, don't tell me that the kitchen class also teaches flying planes!"

"It's heard from the truth, it's heard from the truth!" Zhang Bing still pulled the last fig leaf. Even if everyone understood, he was like I had never said anything.

"I have a party here tonight, will I go?" Yang Ming said casually.

"Old Song and I go play mahjong. Your circle is too pretentious and not suitable for me." Zhang Bing shook his head.

"Okay." Yang Ming didn't force it, and everyone had their own preferences.

I drove to the nightclub where Wu Jie and the others played in the evening. This was a serious place. There were already a series of sports cars at the door, all of which were labeled as clubs.

After signing up to say that he was from the club, he was taken to the private room upstairs, where there was a group of people in it, facing the stage outside the window, which was both lively and isolated from others.

There were already many people when Yang Ming came. When he saw him, everyone started to cheer: "I am late and punished myself for a drink!"

"My fault!" Yang Ming walked in, "It's better to do this. I'll treat the drinks tonight, even if it's... a punishment for being late."

"This is good!"

"Old Yang is OK!"

"You guys will never pay!" Wu Jie took the opportunity to name some people.

"It doesn't matter. I made some money after investing. It's okay to be happy occasionally." Yang Ming sat down and inadvertently showed his strength.

The wine on this table is not cheap, and the bills are estimated to be more than 100,000 yuan. Yang Ming said casually that it was just a small amount of money, so he let the group of people enjoy their jokes and thought to himself.

"What business does Lao Yang do? How profitable is it?"

"If you have the chance, take us with you. We are all friends!"

Yang Ming thought that this scene finally came, and he used his acting skills: "It's not that I'm stingy. The pharmaceutical industry has been taking effect too slowly. You have invested and can't see any profits for a long time. I'm shameless, right?"

"That's not what you say, the prospects and returns are just as successful!" Wu Jie disagreed.

Yang Ming said: "You can say that, but I have achieved rapid results in investment. I used to work with others to do a few PEs and get some funds, but now I am working on some stable projects."

When it comes to cases in this regard, Yang Ming can produce many of them as his own, but they didn't ask, but they were more keen on what business they had.

Yang Ming felt a little confused: "This is the ability to eat..."

"Understand!" Wu Jie interrupted them, "We are not just trying to grab jobs without understanding the rules. Some friends have spare money and want to invest in more value-added projects."

"It's risky." Yang Ming was still a little unhappy, but it seemed that this was a profitable area, but Lao Yang didn't want to share it.

Everyone has this expression, and Wu Jie took the lead: "Who has no risk to invest? If we make a profit, we will say thank you. If we lose, we will be unlucky."

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