[Text] Relieve the past grudges

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? In order not to affect the driver's mentality, the training camp was carried out secretly, and many fans of the Xiongfeng Team were not aware of it, so there were only a few staff members in the racing stadium.

More than a dozen people soon arrived at the supply station where the racing cars were parked, and five cars were parked on the front runway.

Domestic competitions are different from F1. After all, it is because of the lack of money. They are much worse in terms of the scale of the event and the quality of the racing.

You should know that each team of F1 costs millions of dollars, maintenance costs, R&D costs, travel costs and drivers' salaries, the total amount of each item is hundreds of millions of dollars, and some of the top teams have a total annual expenditure of even reaching the

More than one billion US dollars. The fleet is usually sponsored by merchants. Yanhuang has no merchant yet and is willing to invest hundreds of millions of US dollars in sponsorship in this regard.

Therefore, the sports car I saw here is different from the F1 supercar. In fact, it is converted into a mid-range coupe, and the cost is at most one hundred thousand.

"Damn... why is it so much different from the racing cars on TV?" Zhang Xiaoshuai couldn't help but scream.

"this……"

Qin Feng's old face turned red, thinking that this one hundred thousand car could be compared with the F1 supercar you watched on TV, worth millions of dollars?

After hesitating for a while, he whispered: "The domestic market is still in its infancy, and the amount of sponsor investment is very limited. Our Xiongfeng team has been ranked first before, and its funds are relatively better. Many third-rate teams even have only one car.

Not only do drivers not only have no salary, they also have to pay for the competition themselves."

"No, right? Only fools are willing to do it without paying."

"Don't worry, our team's benefits are pretty good. Not to mention the prize money for various competitions, as long as you can join the team, your annual salary will be at least over 100,000."

"That's just that..."

"Every driver standing here joins Xiongfeng not just for money!"

Hearing the fat man's words, Qin Feng's face became solemn and said in a deep voice: "Dream! Glory! Do you know? Wang Yang won the fourth place in F1. If it weren't for the rare opportunity to conduct F1 level training, he

There is still a chance to move forward in the ranking. After that, many international teams valued his potential and invited him many times, and the minimum annual salary was 5 million US dollars, but he did not agree, even if he was in the prime of the year, he could only do it at most.

Get millions.”

Ye Xuan's cold expression faded away, he looked at Wang Yang thoughtfully, and suddenly reached out to him: "No matter what the reason, I would rather give up the high salary and stay in my country. I admire you!"

He changed his attitude for no reason, which made Wang Yang feel a little overwhelmed, but when he saw Ye Xuan's sincere gaze, he couldn't help but stretch out his hand.

The smell of gunpowder has obviously faded a lot. While the two shook hands, Wang Yang smiled: "Actually it's nothing. Brother Qin has made me. You can't break the bridge across the river. I can't do that. In addition... we are all very

I believe in his vision, we are the ones he likes. He said that you must have his reasons for doing it, but we are a little difficult for us to accept it."

"I understand." Ye Xuan smiled.

"But don't be too happy too early. The same thing is said, the track race is different from the road. You can see that you have no experience in this area before. There are 9 days left before the race, and you want to be familiar with racing in such a short time.

, it is very difficult for anyone."

"Since I dare to agree, I'm sure I can do it."

"So... don't have to have fun with me now. Can you compete with me?"

"It's not that I underestimated you, but that you underestimated my friend."

"oh?"

Wang Yang always thought that Ye Xuan was deliberately angry with him, but now he has made up his past grudges. The other party insists on letting others fight. Are those two guys really masters?

But just as he turned his eyes to his opponent, he saw the fat man open the door of a sports car and pull a candidate driver to ask: "What is this thing for? Huh... this thing is in my car

Why don't you have this? There is also this one I've never seen before..."

Damn it!

A rookie who is completely a rookie, is sure that he has never touched a racing car before. Ye Xuan even said that he underestimated him. Just the fat man's body size will even slow down the sports car?

As the smell of gunpowder disappeared, the drivers' attitudes became much better. It took Xue Kun and Zhang Xiaoshuai patiently to explain it to him. It took him half an hour to finally understand the performance, operation, and various rules and techniques of the modified racing car.

A rough introduction.

"You really plan to let your friend compete with Wang Yang?" Qin Feng still doesn't believe it.

"Let them take the lead first, let me see the situation, otherwise it would be embarrassing to lose to Wang Yang suddenly?" Ye Xuan explained with a smile.

"You...ah..."

Qin Feng almost collapsed after hearing his words. It turned out that he asked his two friends to act as a way to explore, for fear that he had never been in contact with sports cars and lost to Wang Yang.

After gaining a general understanding of sports cars, Fatty, Xue Kun and Wang Yang chose one car respectively, and the three sports cars parked at their respective starting lines.

“The track is 3148 meters long and has 12 curves in total.”

"During the training camp, the fastest lap speed was 58.76 seconds created by Wang Yang."

"Someone once set the fastest record of 57.94 seconds in a lap on this track."

"Is there any problem?"

Qin Feng quickly gave a series of data, looked at the three people who were ready to go, and Wang Yang, wearing a racing suit, gestured an OK gesture and said, "They have never been in contact with sports cars before, so they must have been unfamiliar with them at the beginning. If they only ran,

One lap, they were not convinced if I won. How about ten lap?"

He really didn't brag. If he had only run a lap, even Ye Xuan was convinced that Fatty and Xue Kun could not win, so no one had any objections to Wang Yang's proposal.

Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo!

Qingyan spitted wildly from the rear of the car, and the three sports cars drove at full speed, waiting for the instructions to start.

Chen Yan was excitedly walking to the middle of two of them, and as he did on the TV, he raised the temporarily untied scarf and swung it hard.

Buzz...

The sports car that was ready to go was like a beast in the wilderness. With the powerful and harsh roar, it threw away a thick tail gas and whistled away.

Wang Yang Car No. 1.

Fatty car No. 2.

Xue Kun No. 4 car.

Although I had never driven this kind of car before, it was basically the same. The two of them could have driven the car, but they didn't have any bloody plot.

However, the initial speed was obviously worse, especially when it quickly reached the first corner, Wang Yang's drifting hand was too beautiful. The entire sports car completely violated the law of physical inertia and rushed forward at high speed.

He could turn so strangely in time.

Is drifting for good looking?

No!

It is entirely to keep the car as high as possible at high speed, while shortening the turning range, and fundamentally saving time.

If you want to catch up with your opponent or keep a distance in the field competition, the key is to deal with it on the curve, which is also the link that best reflects the technology.

Obviously, Fatty and Xue Kun are more than just one step behind Wang Yang in this regard.

After passing the first corner, the three cars had already left their sight, but Ye Xuan and Yan Lingxi, who were supernatural powers, could still see the speeding racing cars with their eyes far beyond ordinary people.

"Can they win?"

Yan Lingxi didn't think Ye Xuan was asking them to be a wayfinder, and those words were used to perfunctory Qin Feng.

He shrugged his shoulders and said that he didn't know. Ye Xuan suddenly said, "Brother Qin, is there any video of the Tiechuan team's race?"

"Yes, everyone has been studying Tiechuan's technology during this period, but..."

"What?"

"I found that they are not better than us in terms of technology, but they defeated Xiongfeng. Maybe there are some unknown tricks. Anyway, there is no special place on the video. I will give it to you later."

"Well, there is another question I don't understand."

Ye Xuan frowned and looked puzzled, saying, "How can the sponsors make back their investments every year?"

Before Qin Feng could speak, Chen Yan next to him smiled and said, "The team itself is definitely not profitable. Even if you win the race, the bonus is far worse than the investment, and the bonus is also the driver. The so-called sponsor can

Not ordinary merchants, they are all auto manufacturers, and sponsoring teams is nothing more than advertising their own car brands. Didn’t you see that these cars are all the same brands?”

"That's how..." Ye Xuan didn't say anything, lowering his head and wondering what he was thinking.

"Look! Wang Yang is back!"

"58.91 seconds, it can only be considered normal performance."

"Haha...even if we haven't reached the highest lap speed during this period, it's much faster than them."

Several drivers were talking happily, not because they looked down on Zhang Xiaoshuai and Xue Kun. On the other hand, it would be strange if they could beat Wang Yang.

How can someone who has never touched a racing car win over the national championship army?

After Wang Yang ran for nearly ten seconds in the second lap, the No. 4 car driven by Xue Kun appeared, and then about five seconds later, he saw the No. 2 car driven by Zhang Xiaoshuai.

"Everyone says they can't compare to Wang Yang." said Gao Jie, a driver who is only less powerful than Wang Yang.

"Do you think of them as professional drivers?" Qin Feng said lightly.

Um?

The drivers who were still very excited just now suddenly turned solemn, and they were indeed watching the game with a professional perspective.
To be continued...