Everyone was worried that William, a newbie, not only did not have any accidents after a few laps, but his skills such as cornering, acceleration, and deceleration were as precise as those of a professional driver.
The team manager heard the surprised sounds of his team's racers.
He immediately reacted, retrieved the information from the computer, and was stunned for a few seconds before saying incredulously, "One minute, eighteen seconds, 74 in 2004."
"God",
"How can this be?"
Everyone already thought it was incredible that William could complete a lap like a professional driver, but now it's a bit weird that he almost broke the record.
But soon everyone understood that racing is different from other physical sports. Even if you eat something to cheat, it will not make you master the driving skills instantly.
It is even less possible for you to know how much braking force you need to brake in that area of the track to make the most efficient cornering.
I can’t even teach you how close to the inner lane when cornering you need to be to drive the shortest distance while also blocking the possibility of overtaking the car behind you.
The people present were all professionals in racing. They only recalled the scene of William running three laps for a few seconds, and they understood that this was a real skill and there was no room for ambiguity.
For a moment, the command area was filled with God and God's shouts. The two racers of the team looked at each other silently and then shook their heads at the same time.
Their highest record on this track seems to have never been within one minute and twenty seconds.
And after William drove half a lap again, the voice of Sunday came to his ears, asking him to enter the pit area to refuel.
For safety reasons, the team only added fifteen liters of oil to the car, so that if something went wrong, the most fatal danger could be avoided if there was too little gasoline.
So after four laps and a distance of 23 kilometers, the fuel volume in the car must be only three or four liters.
There was not much fuel, so William did not run at full speed in the second half of this lap, but drove into the pit area honestly.
As soon as we entered the pit area, a group of people ran over from the command area on the edge of the track.
While applauding vigorously, he also shouted loudly that William was doing well.
Affected by the excitement of the team members, Sol, who was wearing a racing suit and holding a helmet, also walked forward with excitement, put his hands on the frame of the car, and said with a smile, "Man, I heard that old man said that you almost broke the record."
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Seeing William stunned, Sol burst out laughing, and then shouted to Sean, the general manager of Aston Martin,
"Who are you? What are you still doing? Hurry up and add that something."
Wilson hurriedly covered up and shouted, "Yes, Sean, hurry up and put gas in William's car, we want to see the record broken."
The team manager pushed Wilson aside, squeezed in next to Sol, lay down on the frame and asked, "Boss, are you feeling uncomfortable in any way?"
After hearing this, Sol, who was blocked by others, relaxed his frown and looked at William with the same concern.
"I'm fine. If you are willing to work overtime a little longer, how about we play a full schedule?"
At this time, except for Sean and the team manager, everyone else was eager for William to come to an official race to see if his legendary boss could set a record.
As for the audience who watched the live broadcast and saw the team members applauding William, of course they understood that there was a story, maybe it was related to the results.
For a time, the phone calls of England's independent television station were almost flooded with people asking the team members why they were cheering and whether it was related to the results.
The team manager once again asked William in detail, then thought for a moment, then discussed with the engineers and racers for a while, and saw William sitting in the car nodding to him again,
He shouted loudly, "Maintenance team, maintenance team come in, everyone else, get out of here, get out of here."
"Damn it, old Jim is swearing."
No one was angry even after being scolded. They all ran into the command area and quietly waited for the maintenance team to inspect.
While waiting, a call came into Sean's mobile phone. After he listened for a while, he picked up a walkie-talkie and reported to William that the call was from the independent TV station to ask why the team was cheering.
William thought for a while and asked Sean to tell him about how he almost broke the record, and then asked Sunday to instruct the track operator to open the interview area of the track to let outside reporters and paparazzi in.
But a minute later, Sunday replied, "Sorry, sir, the track operator rejected your request due to safety issues."
William smiled, waved to Sean, and asked, "How much is this track worth?"
Sean was stunned for a moment, then stammered with his eyes shining, "It's about 40 to 40 million pounds, but it's difficult to buy it directly without a premium of several percent.
After all, this is the Silverstone circuit that has hosted F1 events for decades and represents England."
"Buy it now".
It was only tens of millions of pounds, and William didn't consider it at all. Then regardless of what Sean, who was extremely shocked, thought, he said to Sunday,
"Tell Abigail and put Jesse in charge of transforming this track and making it the headquarters of the Aston Martin F1 team."
When Sean heard these words, his hands were shaking with excitement, and he shouted in his heart, "I know it, I know it, as long as the boss likes it, he won't care about money."
Seeing William's eyes looking over again, Sean quickly suppressed his excitement, took the phone and started talking.
While waiting, an uncomfortable voice came from William's ear, "Master, Master, Alice feels like she's spinning in circles."
Hell, I was so happy that I forgot that this little thing was still hiding in my helmet.
Turning off the call, William said to Alice, "You go to my house first and let Serena accompany you. Once the things here are done, I will take you to find the house elf, okay?"
"No," Alice shouted angrily in William's ear, "Alice don't stay with that nasty vampire."
William's ears were ringing, and he couldn't rub them because he was wearing a helmet. He quickly asked Sunday, "Sunday, are the house elf bells ready?"
"Yes, sir, after Lingdang learned that Alice was also a light elf, she took the rest of the house elves and specially transformed a separate space in Thunderbird Cliff. You can take Miss Alice there at any time."
"I don't want to, I don't want to go to a strange place alone." Before William could speak, the little Alice muttered in his ear, "The master is a bad person, the master is a bad person,".
After hearing the words repeated five or six times, William hurriedly said, "Okay, okay, I won't send you away."
After hearing that Alice jumped from the building so clearly, William understood that she was just motion sick and it was not serious at all, so he no longer forced her to go to Thunderbird Cliff first.
After making an appointment with Alice for three minutes, William turned on the intercom again, and soon heard Sean's anxious and uneasy voice.
"Boss, the opponent wants 55 million pounds to kill you, and they hope you can pay Devonshire gold coins."
Ha, it seems that my efforts to control the amount of gold coins flowing out over the past few years have finally had some effect.
"Tell them to sign the contract now. If they dare to go back on their word, I will build a more luxurious track in the city and give F1 and other events in England free of charge for three years."