After Mr. Long entered the room, he looked at Cai Gen, who had dark circles under his eyes. Did he not sleep well?
As a designated sponsor, I must take care of it.
"Boss Cai, haven't you had a good rest?"
Cai Gen felt that there was no point in knocking teeth with him, so he ignored him.
He carried the bone-cutting knife close to his body and told Xiao Sun,
"Xiao Sun, just look after the store."
When Xiao Sun saw it, Cai Gen didn't want to take him with him. Thinking about Cai Gen's current mental state, he became a little anxious.
"Third uncle, I don't trust you if you go alone."
As for why he is worried that Mr. Long is here, it is hard to explain clearly.
Cai Gen shook his head, very determined,
"I can go by myself, you have to cook for those guys.
I'm going to compete and don't want too many people to know.
you understand?"
Does Xiao Sun understand?
I really don’t understand, does Cai Gen have any ideas of his own?
But it’s obvious that Mr. Long didn’t hold anything back, right?
Could it be that Cai Gen wanted to exercise his ability to face difficulties independently?
Seeing Xiao Sunfa stunned, Cai Gen added,
"When people asked me, they said I went out to relax and came back in the evening.
We both go, we can't hide the matter."
Why do you have to hide it?
Xiao Sun didn't understand even more.
At this time, it shows how good Xiao Sun is.
Although I didn't understand it, I didn't disobey Cai Gen.
"Okay, Third Uncle, don't worry, I'm in the store.
If you need anything, please call and take care of your own safety."
When he came outside the community and saw the fierce-looking pickup truck again, Cai Gen felt his eyes go dark.
Is this Long Shao sick?
Yes, I am a sponsor.
Yes, you need to advertise to sponsors.
Yes, I only got out of the car without paying you.
However, there is no need to write a safe lunch box on A4 paper to make things difficult, right?
At least make a car sticker. Even spray-painted cloth is better than large white paper?
Are we afraid that others won’t know that we are unprofessional?
Are we afraid that others won’t know that we are country bumpkins?
Silently looking at the four large pieces of white paper taped to the front cover with transparent tape, Cai Gen felt very bad.
The only good thing is that Mr. Long's handwriting is pretty good and he even has sharp strokes.
"Young Master Long, did you write this?"
Mr. Long had already opened the car door and wanted to get in. Hearing Cai Gen's words, he quickly came over.
"Yeah, how's it going? Boss Cai, are you highly recognizable?
I didn't want to add all the bells and whistles, they were too ordinary.
There were more than a hundred cars in the audience, and ours was definitely the most conspicuous.
Even if it’s bad, it will make headlines.”
I fantasize that the pictures posted in the circle of friends can bring fun to everyone, which is not bad.
Cai Gen was helplessly relieved.
After sitting in the car, Cai Gen did not interact with Na Qi. It was better not to let Mr. Long see this.
He didn't even pay attention to Mr. Long, so he closed his eyes to rest and adjust his mentality.
Why not tell Zhen Shui Yin and the others?
Because Zhen Shui Yin is a real racing enthusiast, yes, an amateur kind of enthusiast.
If he knew that Cai Gen was going to participate in a racing competition, he would definitely stop him because the thing itself is a bit ridiculous.
Moreover, Cai Gen was embarrassed to say that he went there for the one million, which was even more ridiculous than participating in a racing competition.
There is another reason, the most important, Zhen Shui Yin, the main culprit.
Cai Gen doesn't think bringing Zhen Shui Yin will bring him any good luck.
I don’t dare to say it openly. If I say it, Zhen Shuiyin won’t be able to take action?
Let’s talk about it after we really win the championship. If we don’t win the championship, there is no need to talk about it.
Mr. Long seems to have become very familiar with this large pickup truck in the past few days. It drives very smoothly and stably.
Cai Gen looked like he had a background in driving a big car. He almost fell asleep when the car stopped.
"Boss Cai, wake up, we have to work hard."
Cai Gen woke up with a start and looked at Mr. Long in confusion.
Do I have to pay for gas?
Seeing that Master Long's expression was so natural, Cai Gencai's soothing mood became worse again.
Open the car window and tell the gas attendant,
"Number 92, plus 200."
Mr. Long quickly stopped him,
"Brother Cai, 200 yuan won't go very far. Let's race with a little more fuel, right?"
Cai Gen looked at the price impatiently, thought about the one million bonus, then recalled the bag of shredded paper, and said with determination,
"Add 98."
The refueling attendant was stunned by Cai Gen's tone. Just come on, why are you so vicious?
"How much more?"
Cai Gen touched the mobile phone in his pocket, gritted his teeth,
"Fill up, stop inking."
Did I get inked?
The refueling attendant thought to himself, if there wasn't a service assessment, if he really wanted to whip you with a refueling gun, who would he pretend to be?
Looking at the number on the tanker, which was beating rapidly, Cai Gen's heart also accelerated.
Finally, at 200 liters, the number stopped beating, and more than a thousand dollars disappeared in the wind.
After giving the money and closing the car window, Cai Gen couldn't close his eyes.
Do everyone here have the same problem?
If you modify the car without modifying the fuel tank, won't you feel safe?
Or are you afraid of being poor up there? Are you prepared for a rainy day?
Cai Gen still feels bad about spending so much money on gas.
"Is it necessary to add so much? Will it increase my weight?"
Mr. Long seemed to have been refueled. He was very satisfied and excited to drive again.
"Boss Cai, you don't know, our track is different."
Different? What’s the difference?
Cai Gen took out the data recorded last night and found the specifications of the cross-country race. It generally does not exceed two thousand meters. Is it necessary to add 200 liters of oil?
Even if this car has a large displacement, it can't exceed 100 liters per 100 kilometers, right?
With all the doubts, I followed Mr. Long to the track town and entered the waiting area for the opening ceremony.
"Boss Cai, we are here, the contestants are all waiting here.
In the morning preliminaries, timed, running one by one, driving from the top of the pit to the bottom of the pit.
There are more than 100 cars, and the top ten will advance to the finals.
In the afternoon finals, ten cars will run together, whoever is faster will come first.
We are number 99, I’m going to use the bathroom.”
Young Master Long talked a lot, and didn't care whether Cai Gen understood it or not, he opened the door and left.
Cai Gen really didn't understand it. He only remembered one thing: whoever has less time will come first.
This sounds very awkward. Who set the rules? It’s so perverted.
He rubbed his eyes and looked around, relieved.
As expected, it does have a rustic feel.
The surrounding decoration just expanded the wedding ceremony several times.
The shriveled rainbow door and the rusty fireworks cannon.
What is more eye-catching are a few large balloons with slogans saying New Year greetings.
Cai Gen didn't see clearly what was written specifically.
The wind was very strong today, and both the rainbow door and the big balloon were blown up miserably, changing their appearance, and losing their confidence.
Cai Gen nodded, that’s the tune, otherwise it wouldn’t be this small city.
There can be no high-level things in the first place. Whether it is the track builder or the track organizer, their attitude towards this matter is very obvious. They must seize the time and reap the benefits as quickly as possible.
Sitting in the car, Mr. Long didn't come back for a long time. Cai Gen was a little bored.
"Naqi, are you there?"
The reply from the car stereo was very timely.
"Here, where?
Not here, so what?
If you have something to say, does it have anything to do with my presence or not?"
This answer is very surprising. Cai Gen did not admit the wrong person.
"You've been in a lot of trouble these past few days? Are you sure of winning the championship?"
On the speaker, Naqi fell silent.
Cai Gen knew that he was pretending to be serious and was definitely not thinking, so he let him pretend.