This violent race was originally supposed to be a round trip from Paris to Le Mans, but it actually only ran one way before it had to be stopped. Because the media was frantically reporting on the race, the Paris police were very passive by the incident and vowed to take action.
All participants must be brought to justice.
Don't even think about the return trip. Everyone can only go back to their own homes and find their own mothers? Don't mention... How could such a good product promotion meeting end in a hurry?
Zhou Qingfeng drove the car east to Orleans, south of Paris, and parked on the side of the road waiting. There was an artificial intelligence virtual avatar on a screen in the car, facing him and saying: "Your Excellency, Army Commander, this automatic
The drive is over. Everything went well throughout the journey and you are 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 suburbs of Orleans were quiet. However, the silence did not last for a few minutes. More than a dozen sports cars came over one after another, all just now
Players competing against him.
The first person to arrive was Ferrer, a Frenchman with a serious face. He didn't even say hello after approaching Zhou Qingfeng, but couldn't wait to look back and forth at Zhou Qingfeng's car several times.
Holding a flashlight in his hand, Feller lay down on the ground to check the location of the vehicle, opened the front hood to check the engine, and even got into the car for a test drive.
Finally, the man who had collided with Zhou Qingfeng the most along the way said seriously: "I have to admit that you are qualified to despise me. Your performance along the way surprised me. I can't stop you even with all my strength. I can only
Want to know how you did it?"
"First of all, I retract my previous taunting words. Some of the arrogant words were actually said to the guy named Batista." A slap in the face means giving a sweet date. Zhou Qingfeng has already won, and if he wins, he must give a sweet date.
Be personable. Next is the sales time, you must give face to potential customers.
Feiler looked like the kind of person who only cares about his own hobbies. He waved his hand and said: "Lin, you don't need to apologize. I know very well who Batista is. He is indeed trash. You are absolutely right in scolding him.
I was angered by your words, but what I want to maintain is the dignity of French men, not the dignity of some playboy. Although I failed, your car successfully attracted my idea, and its performance exceeded mine.
Imagine.”
Feiler couldn't put it down for Zhou Qingfeng's car. He patted the car body which was smashed into a mess with regret, "It will take some effort to repair it. I hope the constant impact did not cause irreversible damage."
The whole process was almost done by Feiler talking to himself, and soon someone else came from behind. Everyone was acquainted with each other, and after getting off the bus, they often showed deep respect for Zhou Qingfeng and took the initiative to shake hands.
"Hello, China Lin. I am Makini. Your performance just now surprised me. I must admit that you are qualified to mock all of us." A young man held Zhou Qingfeng's hand. Although he tried to restrain himself, he could not
Still looked very excited.
"I feel like my car is mocking your car, but I actually don't have much ill intentions." Zhou Qingfeng will definitely be humble when he should be humble, for the sake of business.
Speaking of cars, Makini was indeed even more excited. He strongly requested a test drive. After running for more than ten kilometers, he jumped out of the car and shouted loudly: "Who designed this assisted driving function? It is too powerful.
With its help, a rookie can become a professional racing driver."
These words greatly increased the interest of all the racing drivers who came. They originally did not want to admit that their skills were inferior to others, but now the 'assisted driving function' has become a good step forward. For a while, everyone asked for a test drive experience.
After experiencing it, I was even more impressed.
"Your permissions can only enable the 'assisted driving function'. Wouldn't you be shocked if you activate the 'artificial AI automatic driving'?" Zhou Qingfeng stood on the side of the road and watched coldly. When someone asked, he simply responded with a few words, until Carter
Linna also drove to his side.
Han Niu seemed very proud of the current scene. After approaching Zhou Qingfeng, she whispered with a smile: "My plan is perfect and the effect is beyond imagination. Now the whole of France and Europe are discussing this competition.
The media is broadcasting your extremely violent racing process. There is a huge group of people in Europe who like racing, and everyone is excited about it. The car you got has attracted widespread attention. We will not be able to make a fortune next time.
.”
The car Zhou Qingfeng got was naturally not from the real world, but from the 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 technological level.
That set of intelligent AI is relatively advanced.
This kind of racing car is not uncommon in the wasteland, and the average car will not break down if it is left in the garage for more than two years. Searching for thousands of them is just like playing, and this kind of car is worthless in the wasteland.
It can be shipped via transportation quota.
As the son of a wealthy businessman, Battista was the last one to arrive. When he saw a dozen racing experts circling around a car, he immediately realized what he was doing. This guy was very flexible and ran to Zhou Qingfeng to apologize.
And said that tonight was a misunderstanding.
"Actually, I also like racing, and I'm very happy to be able to compete with my French friends. But the police seem to be having a bit of trouble." Zhou Qingfeng said lightly, "I think I need to find a better lawyer."
Batista immediately took care of himself and said cheerfully: "Oh, don't worry, I have already arranged this. No one died, there was no big car accident, just find a few French Albanians to support the media.
Your information will not be publicly reported there. However, your reputation will definitely be spread in the underground racing community."
This situation sounds good, and it would be great if the matter can be solved in such a simple way. Batista is not only concerned about Zhou Qingfeng's extremely special car, but also cares about the extraordinary value behind the car.
"Mr. Lin, your car seems to use some very outstanding technology." Battista asked tentatively.
The fish is hooked….
Zhou Qingfeng laughed for a while, "I personally like racing, so I set up a small racing research and development organization. I have some special technologies, and I am currently applying for a patent. This car was randomly shipped to me, and its biggest feature is
Intelligent driving and strong resistance to damage.
Simply put, it allows those who are unable to become racing drivers to also have the opportunity to experience the thrill of speeding and running. I think these patented technologies have very broad application prospects."
Batista nodded vaguely, but he undoubtedly understood what Zhou Qingfeng said - let ordinary people become racing drivers.
This sounds super cool. It is a technology prepared for rich people. And Zhou Qingfeng also perfectly demonstrated it in front of the whole world. This technology... has a way to make money!