You must know that with the rise of Haitian Group and the booming sales of styptic powder in China, various interviews with Feng Yanran have appeared in the media and photos often appear. As a businessman, he should definitely pay more attention to him.
"Feng Yanran from Haitian Group, I'm glad to meet Mr. Song." Feng Yanran extended her hand and made a grand gesture of shaking hands.
"She is Feng Yanran? General manager of Haitian Group?"
"I heard that she is a beautiful boss, and she certainly deserves her reputation."
"What is she doing here? She seems to be very familiar with this racing driver. She's not here to cheer him on, is she?"
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Feng Yanran's self-introduction was undoubtedly more like a bullet. On the surface, it seemed calm, but underneath it was already exploding, and people around her started talking quietly.
Zhang Yang's gesture of raising the middle finger was still fresh in their minds, and they had no good impressions of him, and even found him obscene.
I came to see him race this time and cheered for him, just to save Ye Wenqian’s face. Of course, more importantly, I wanted to join in the fun and see how the race would end.
With the appearance of Feng Yanran, an important figure in the beautiful boss, her views on Zhang Yang also began to change quietly, and they couldn't help but look at him twice.
It’s no wonder that this is a common problem in China. Just like when you see an inconspicuous person or even a bit arrogant young man on the street, you will definitely disdain and despise him.
And if he has a girlfriend who is a popular celebrity and suddenly appears, it will be enough to shock people and start to look at him with admiration, and they will regard this naughty attitude as his personality.
"To each other, I have heard of Mr. Feng's name a long time ago, but I just didn't have the chance to get to know him." Song Yehan smiled and shook hands politely.
"Hey, the competition is about to start. Are you ready? If you don't dare to compete, it's still too late to quit now."
With the roar of racing cars, a row of racing cars slowly stopped on the road. Aoki, who was wearing a racing suit, shouted with disdain in Chinese, which was not fluent.
This was the first time Zhang Yang saw him tonight. Obviously after the lesson he learned last time, Aoki didn't dare to come over and provoke him.
The race was about to start, so he stood in front of the racing car, hugging the enchanting woman and shouting. The meaning in his arrogant words was very clear, and he would torture Zhang Yang again during the race.
"Drive over, don't forget to wear a helmet, safety first."
Ye Wenqian pointed to the cab and continued to Zhang Yang: "I wish you good luck."
"Yeah." Zhang Yang agreed softly, glanced at everyone, walked over and sat in the cab, thought for a while, then started the vehicle, put it into gear and started.
As the accelerator sounded slowly, the car shuddered violently, and after a few snorts, it turned off and stopped.
"The handbrake is not loose." Ye Wenqian leaned on the car window and looked at it, then shouted helplessly.
"Wow, I can't even start, but I'm actually going to race a car?"
"It's so embarrassing. I will definitely be looked down upon by Japanese dogs this time."
"It's better for him to pay the entry fee and I go to the competition. Even if I lose, it won't be too embarrassing."
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The surrounding racers whispered with disdain. You can't blame them. This scene is indeed too bizarre.
Zhang Yang touched his head. Even the shameless man felt embarrassed. He showed an awkward smile and lowered the window and said: "You also get in the car and teach me how to drive."
His mind is a little confused now. He had only practiced for a short time, but after two days of being together with Feng Yanran, he had almost forgotten about it.
Even if I still have an impression, I started to feel a little unconfident due to the flameout just now.
Ye Wenqian pursed her lips and shook her head helplessly, glanced at the watch on her wrist, opened the car door and got in, and said angrily to him: "I don't learn much, but I forget it very quickly. If I practice more in these two days,
If you do it several times, you won’t be laughed at now.”
"It's just a joke, what are you afraid of? They don't even dare to compete, they are worse than me." Zhang Yang glanced at the people outside the car and said without shame.
"Hurry up and do it a few times and I'll take a look." Ye Wenqian was too lazy to pay attention to him and urged.
Zhang Yang put the car in gear, released the handbrake, and quickly operated the accelerator a few times. He became more and more proficient and made no mistakes. He started to start slowly.
"No problem, park the car and I'll get down." Ye Wenqian saw that he was able to perform basic operations and said to him.
"Why?" Zhang Yang stepped on the brakes with a curious look on his face.
"Do you want me to compete with you?" Ye Wenqian asked, dumbfounded after opening the car door.
"Yeah, isn't it allowed by the rules?"
"No, if I were in the car, it would only increase the load on the car, which would be even more detrimental to the competition."
What she said was true. For a fierce competition like racing, in addition to the chassis of the car, other parts of the car need to reduce the load. Any trace of weight will affect the car's rapid acceleration performance.
"If you don't accompany me and I'm not even familiar with the track, how can I compete with him?"
"Didn't I tell you this afternoon? Didn't you come over in advance to get used to it?"
Ye Wenqian didn't even have the energy to get angry, and thought to herself, why did I tell you where to compete? It's such a long time before the competition, at least drive and familiarize yourself with the distance. This is too disrespectful.
"I'm delayed on something important."
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After Ye Wenqian lowered her head and thought for a moment, she breathed a long sigh of relief and could only prepare to sit back in the car again.
It didn't matter to her, there was no hope of winning in the first place, so running around with him, if he lost, he would lose. At least it would remind him to pay attention to safety and drive the car back, so that he wouldn't get lost and make others laugh.
"Wen Qian, you can't compete with him." Song Yehan came over and said.
"What's wrong?"
"You also know that the first instinct of driving is to protect yourself. If you accompany him to race, it will be too dangerous if an emergency occurs." Song Yehan said with a concerned look.
He said it more implicitly, but to put it more bluntly, he was afraid of an accident, and the driver's instinctive reaction at the moment of an accident must be to think of himself first.
Therefore, the co-pilot has the highest death rate in accidents, and the driver's seat is the safest. Ferrari sports cars do not have rear seats, and Ye Wenqian is sitting in the co-pilot. With Zhang Yang as a newbie, the risk factor is greatly increased.
"Yes, Sister Qian, it's his first time participating in a competition, so it's easy for him to be in danger."
"It's not like you're driving in a competition. Even if you accompany him, you won't be able to help. There's no need to go with him."
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The racing drivers also came over and tried to persuade her, all for Ye Wenqian's sake.
"Believe me, there will be no danger, and we will definitely win." Zhang Yang said seriously with a face full of confidence.
Ye Wenqian glanced at him, with a complicated expression on her pretty face. She glanced at Song Yehan, didn't say anything, and sat directly in the car.
She was in a state of confusion at the moment, but she only had one thought, which was that she believed in the man in front of her, and at least she shouldn't leave him alone at such a critical moment.
With a piercing roar, which seemed to be a proud show off, Zhang Yang drove towards the starting line of the racing car.
"Thank you for believing in me."
"I asked you to compete in the first place, so I have to take responsibility." Ye Wenqian finally found the best reason.
"Are you responsible for me?"
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Ye Wenqian saw the evil smile on his face and could guess the meaning of his pun. She thought to herself that you are too big-hearted. When did you continue to make money and fool around like this?
Thinking of this, I stopped paying attention to him and turned my head to the window.
On one side was Aoki's black sports car. Naturally, he also noticed Zhang Yang next to him. After lowering the window, he stretched out his little finger and waved it with a look of disdain and contempt on his face.
At this time, the game is about to start. Zhang Yang will definitely not get out of the car and hit anyone. It is probably because of these thoughts that he will be so bold.
Zhang Yang showed no sign of weakness. After lowering the window, he had a smirk on his face, waved his hand first, and then stretched out his arm and raised his middle finger.
Ye Wenqian's pretty face turned green, especially when his middle finger was dangling in front of her, and she wanted to cut off his hand...
"Can you stop being so nasty?"
Seeing that he had no intention of stopping, Ye Wenqian couldn't help it and hit him on the arm and said angrily.
"What's wrong?" Zhang Yang looked innocent.
He also knew at this time that this action was offensive, which could be seen in the reaction of everyone on the viaduct.
However, the more disgusted he was, the more it would irritate Aoki, and it was also the best counterattack against him, so he didn't care about it.
"This gesture is very offensive."
"Why the disgust? What does this gesture mean?"
"I don't know." Ye Wenqian said angrily.
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Zhang Yang was speechless, thinking that none of you knew what it meant, so why are you all so disgusted?
The noise around him became smaller and smaller, and the roar of the accelerators of the sports cars next to him became louder and louder. Zhang Yang also knew that the race was about to start.
Soon, as a loud speaker on the roof of the truck blared three, two, one in English, the sports cars next to it rushed out like arrows.
It was Zhang Yang's first time racing, and his reaction was half a beat too slow. In addition, there was Ye Wenqian in the car, so his acceleration performance was compromised, so he naturally fell behind.
Ye Wenqian was not in a hurry, and even turned on the music leisurely. She had no hope of winning, she was just helping him lead the way.
As we all know, racing competition is not only about the driving skills of the drivers, especially in amateur racing competitions, the modified performance of the racing cars is also a major focus of the competition.
Ye Wenqian loves cars so much, so she must have put her thoughts on this Ferrari, which she spent all her money on and even took out a loan to buy.
In order to find the excitement of racing, the car was modified to almost perfection, and a twin-turbo boosting system was installed for more power.
In the starting stage, the car was driving in a straight line. For Zhang Yang, it was OK to step on the accelerator hard, so he quickly caught up and even looked like he was overtaking.
"How to surpass them?" Zhang Yang asked curiously.
The car was full of power, and there was no problem in overtaking him faster. However, the car in front always swayed left and right in his direction, hindering his ability to overtake.
"Don't worry, let me take a look." Ye Wenqian was leaning on the seat and squinting her eyes. After hearing his words, she sat up straight and noticed something was wrong. (To be continued)