When Han Sanqian came to the race track, a group of people from Shuyang were still busy making final adjustments to the car.
For Shuyang, his level of nervousness today is comparable to his previous debut games. After all, he has not participated in a formal competition for several years, and he has also stayed away from this circle. Now that he has a chance to make a comeback, he does not want to become a joke on the track.
, and don’t want to disappoint Han Sanqian.
"How do you feel?" Han Sanqian asked Shuyang.
Shuyang was obviously a little too nervous, and sweat kept coming out of his forehead.
"Brother Han, don't worry, I will try my best." Shuyang said.
"Results are not important. And the time for your return is too short. Don't put too much pressure on yourself. Just finish the race safely." Han Sanqian patted Shuyang on the shoulder.
Shuyang suddenly felt a lot of pressure relieved. Most people raise drivers in the hope that the drivers can earn face for themselves. Shuyang, who once lived in this circle, knows very well what results mean, and he has even seen the cruelest things.
, there was a driver who had his legs broken on the track because he lost the race.
But Han Sanqian didn't seem to care about this.
"Brother Han, as long as you give me enough time, I will definitely enter the real league." Shuyang said. This idea is shared by all the rich second generations in this arena. Only by entering the league will they gain face and be able to
Gain family approval.
It can be said that this is the ultimate goal of every rich second generation of the team.
But Han Sanqian is an exception. The league is meaningless to him. He just takes this opportunity to arouse a group of hatred and opponents. He can deal with these people with legitimate reasons, and then establish his own power in the United States.
But Shuyang didn't know this. What he could work hard for was to prove himself on the track.
"Don't put too much pressure on yourself." Han Sanqian said calmly.
Spectators continued to pour into the stadium, and soon the stands were filled with people, and there were many fans holding banners. This game for the rich second generation seemed to have created a trend.
In racing events, in addition to the cars that attract people's attention, there are also those tall racing girls who can also feast the eyes. A pair of long legs has become the most eye-catching scenery beside the track, but it is a pity that they are not so coquettish.
He cannot enter the eyes of Han Sanqian.
After the race started, the roar of the engine could be heard on the track. For men, this is probably the most beautiful sound in the world besides women. No man can remain calm in the face of this kind of sound, not even Han San.
Qian couldn't help but stand up.
The low roar, the roar of the breaking wind, the lightning and thunder galloping on the track, the charm of racing is fully reflected at this moment.
"It seems that it will be difficult for Shuyang to get the top three rankings." Qi Yiyun said to Han Sanqian that he had been away from the track for too long. Shuyang was obviously not used to this kind of competition, but at the beginning, he was already behind.
Someone else.
"Not being the last one is enough. We can't use the previous standards to measure him." Han Sanqian said.
"You are generous. You spent so much money and you can't even get a ranking." Qi Yiyun said with a pursed lips.
Han Sanqian became happy and said: "Although the money was spent, it is not my own, so I don't feel bad."
"It's really unlucky to have someone like you at Nangong Boling's stall." Qi Yiyun rolled her eyes.
"The more I spend, the happier he is. This is not something you, a woman, can understand." Han Sanqian said.
"What's wrong with women?" Qi Yiyun held her head high and said, "Now women can hold up half the sky. Don't look down on women."
Han Sanqian unconsciously moved his gaze downwards, and after a quick glance, he quickly moved away. He nodded and said, "I don't look down on women, I just look down on you."
Qi Yiyun gritted her teeth with hatred.
At this time, Shuyang's car entered the station, which meant that the race was over.
Shuyang, who didn't even make it into the top five, looked very disappointed after getting off the bus with his shoulders slumped.
"Brother Han, I'm sorry." Shuyang walked up to Han Sanqian and said with his head buried deeply. Although he had expected the result, he did not expect it to be so bad. During the competition, he made many mistakes.
Shouldn't be a mistake.
"I said it. I don't care about my grades, and today's grades will not represent the future. I still believe in you." Han Sanqian said.
Shuyang's inner gratitude to Han Sanqian cannot be described in words.
Looking at the people celebrating, Workshop No. 44 seemed particularly deserted and lonely, which made Shuyang feel even more sorry for Han Sanqian, and secretly vowed in his heart that he must bring back a good result for Han Sanqian next time.
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Originally, at this time, Fang Shuo and his gang had every reason to show off their power in front of Han Sanqian, but having seen Han Sanqian's brutality before, they could only suppress their desire to show off at the moment, and no one dared.
Jumping around in front of Han Sanqian.
"Fuck! Who...who is this!"
"Isn't this Han Tiansheng? Why is he here?"
"Does he still like racing? He actually came to the event in person."
A group of wealthy second-generation people celebrating together were all amazed when they saw Han Tiansheng appearing.
On the day of Wu Youfeng's birthday party, almost all of them were present and witnessed Han Tiansheng's strength with their own eyes.
Originally, these people thought that Han Tiansheng was too mythical in the Chinese area and did not take Han Tiansheng's matter seriously at all. However, after Wu Youfeng's birthday party, no one dared to underestimate Han Tiansheng anymore. And the fear of Han Tiansheng in their hearts almost became a reality.
The shadow.
A coffin was delivered at a birthday banquet, forcing Wu Youfeng to hang himself. This is a shocking thing that no one can look down upon.
Even Ma Feihao, who was usually extremely arrogant, became nervous after seeing Han Tiansheng.
Jogging up to Han Tiansheng, Ma Feihao shouted tremblingly: "Mr. Han, I didn't expect you to be interested in racing. Do you want me to introduce you to today's champion?"
"How could I take your little brats' games seriously and think that winning a bad championship will give me face? What a joke." Han Tiansheng said disdainfully, facing anyone. His expression was very straightforward.
Bai, did not save any face for Ma Feihao.
Ma Feihao did not dare to refute, so he could only nod his head repeatedly and said: "Mr. Han is right. This is just a small game. How can it get into the eyes of Mr. Han?"
The superficial obedience does not mean that Ma Feihao can accept it calmly in his heart. His idea at the moment is to let Han Tiansheng be as arrogant as he likes. When his uncle comes back, he will naturally have the opportunity to vent his anger.
"I wonder if Mr. Han needs my help?" Ma Feihao asked.
"If I, Han Tiansheng, need help from a brat like you, wouldn't it be a big joke if word got out." Han Tiansheng said with a mocking look on his face.
Ma Feihao wanted to slap himself twice. If he had known that Han Tiansheng had such an attitude, why would he put his face in front of Han Tiansheng and be slapped?
"However, it's okay for you to go and see the excitement." Han Tiansheng's tone changed quickly, leaving Ma Feihao confused.
lively?
Is it possible that the commotion that Han Tiansheng caused at Wu Youfeng's birthday party was not enough, and he also had to cause trouble in the arena?
Which unlucky guy was targeted by Han Tiansheng? Isn't this a dead end?
When Han Tiansheng walked towards Workshop No. 44, he was followed by all the second-generation rich people who were watching the fun. But when these people confirmed Han Tiansheng's goal, they all got into trouble.
"Brother Hao, Han Tiansheng is going to trouble Han Sanqian. I didn't expect that even Han Tiansheng would dare to provoke this turtle grandson." Fang Shuo said eagerly. He didn't dare to take revenge personally, but that didn't mean he didn't want to watch.
Han Sanqian suffered a disaster, and now Han Tiansheng came to trouble Han Sanqian in person. Fang Shuo wished he could see the scene of hanging himself again.
Ma Feihao did not expect that Han Tiansheng would point the finger at Han Sanqian, but he had different ideas from Fang Shuo. He hoped to take revenge personally. After all, he would have the ability to take revenge after his uncle came back.
If Han Tiansheng could easily force Han Sanqian to death, this would be too cheap for Ma Feihao.
"Are you Han Sanqian?" Han Tiansheng asked Han Sanqian after walking to Workshop No. 44.
Han Sanqian's appearance did not surprise Han Sanqian, and he said calmly: "I am."
