MTL - My Years As a Car Dealer-Chapter 279 : This car will pay you
Chapter 0279: This car will pay you
"I went to the imperial capital to go on the track a few days ago, and it was the one that held the China Grand Prix. It's a cool one." Zhou Qiang boasted proudly that he went to the China Grand Prix circuit in the imperial capital, and passed it on the spot. Addicted, continue to bewitch the cute girl Jiang Fangyan who has not yet been deeply involved in the world.
"Really?" Jiang Fangyan's big eyes were shining brightly, she was really interested, but suddenly she pointed at Zhang Chen who was talking to Mu Qing, and said excitedly, "His driving skills are also very good, he won last time. I."
"He? Won you?" Zhou Qiang glanced at Zhang Chen, but his eyes were full of disdain and contempt, "Which track did you win? What car does he drive? Do you have a racing driver's license?"
Facing Zhou Qiang's barrage of inquiries, Jiang Fangyan told him the truth and introduced Zhang Chen's car to him as a Jaguar XJ. The last time he won over him was on the ring road in the seaside city, not on any professional car track. , and Zhang Chen doesn't have a driver's license, yes, not even a C2.
Don't even have a driver's license?
Zhou Qiang almost laughed.
I heard that Zhang Chen's car was a Jaguar XJ, not a first-class supercar, and it was Jiang Fangyan who won on the Huancheng Road in the seaside city. .
No wonder Zhou Qiang looked down on Jiang Fangyan, who Zhang Chen won on the Ring Road.
Because there are all kinds of contempt chains in the car-playing circle.
For example, V8 despised V6, V6 despised straight 6, straight 6 despised straight 4, and then everyone collectively despised 3-cylinder.
For example, AT looks down on CVT, CVT looks down on dual-clutch, and then AT+dual-clutch+CVT collectively looks down on AMT.
For example, naturally aspirated turbochargers are not good for turbo, turbochargers are not good for pure electric, pure electric is not good for hybrids, and then the gasoline-electric hybrids in hybrids are not good for plug-in hybrids, and plug-in hybrids are not good for plug-in hybrids. On 48V slightly mixed.
Also in the domestic racing circle, those who play venues, those who play drifting, and those who play rallying look down on each other, but at the same time despise street racing.
Therefore, in Zhou Qiang's eyes, there is no professional racing car, and Zhang Chen, who is still a street racing car, is just like that.
Exaggeratedly, he doesn't even have a driver's license. Maybe it's trash to the extreme. It's not worth talking to himself. Everyone's grades and identities are not on the same level.
Seeing Zhou Qiang's look of contempt on his face, Jiang Fangyan, who has always watched the fun without taking it too seriously, flashed in her mind and showed a funny smile: "Why don't you two compare?"
"Me? With him?" Zhou Qiang is conceited that he is a man with a G-level license for track racing, and a garbage race with a street racing without a driver's license? What are you kidding?
Zhou Qiang raised his brows, smiled evilly, mocking eyes flashed in his eyes, a contemptuous grin appeared on his face, and he dismissed Zhang Chen.
Zhou Qiang shouted next to the McLaren 675LT, but Zhang Chen, the other party to the party, didn't even look at Zhou Qiang.
Instead, he has been quietly reporting to Mu Qing the idea of going to Che County.
There was no way before, but now I finally found an introducer to Che County. He has no time to waste here, because he will be on the road tomorrow, there is still a lot of preparation work to be done, and the time is very urgent.
Zhang Chen and Mu Qing had been chatting and discussing, their heads were almost pressed together, and they couldn't see it this way.
Zhou Qiang's gloomy eyes stared straight at the two of them.
I couldn't hear what Mu Qing and Zhang Chen were talking about.
Especially the fairy-like Mu Qing asked Zhang Chen in a low voice from time to time, as if he was very intimate.
To be ignored by a piece of garbage? Zhou Qiang's heart seemed to have overturned the vinegar bottle, and he began to pantothenic acid jealously.
Zhou Qiang didn't want to compete with Zhang Chen at first, and disliked being a loser, but when he saw Zhang Chen's attitude, he was inexplicably angry, and unconsciously shouted: "Compare, let's compare now."
Zhou Qiang was yelling hoarsely there, but Zhang Chen still had no time to pay attention to him, which made Zhou Qiang, who had always been very self-confident, very, very unhappy, and strode towards Zhang Chen with a flushed face, his angry tone even more harsh: " Let’s make it clear, no matter which way you play, the labor and capital will torture you to death.”
"What is it? Arrogance?" Ling Zhenghao heard Zhang Hu and the others say that Zhang Chen's driving skills are quite good, and more importantly, he couldn't stand the arrogant Zhou Qiang, so he urged Zhang Chen vigorously, "Brother Zhang, beat him."
"How can I have time to mess with him?" Zhang Chen glanced at Zhou Qiang, who was approaching aggressively, and turned around to urge Ling Zhenghao, "Let's go, hurry back and get ready, we will leave early tomorrow morning."
Oops, my Cao, is labor and capital playing a nonsense with you? It's so disrespectful.
The labor is a regular driver with a G-level license for track racing!
Zhou Qiang was originally dissatisfied with Zhang Chen, who was taller than himself, taller than himself, and more feminine than himself.
Now Zhang Chen urged Ling Zhenghao's words to be so angry that his hair stood up, as if looking at Zhang Chen like an angry cock, almost spitting out flames.
"Compare, compare now, whoever counsels is the grandson." Zhou Qiang, who was furious, disliked that a vicious curse was not enough to express his anger, and immediately increased his stake, turned and pointed at his car, "I lost, I give you this McLaren 675LT."
"Oh?" Zhang Chen was about to leave when he heard Zhou Qiang's comment, but stopped, looking at Zhou Qiang with clear eyes, deep as ancient ponds, a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Really of?"
"Yes, of course it's true." Zhou Qiang's answer was a little stammered. He regretted his recklessness. After all, this McLaren 675LT is worth several million, and it is too big to be a player.
However, Zhou Qiang thought about it carefully. He has a G-level license for track racing, and his car is a McLaren 675LT with a zero-hundred 2.9 seconds.
After he figured it all out, Zhou Qiang felt confident again, but in order to run on Zhang Chen, he put forward new conditions: "If I lose, I will lose a car. What do you lose if you lose? Let's talk about it first, labor and capital. Not your **** Jaguar XJ."
"If I lose, of course..." Zhang Chen raised his eyebrows and smiled, his voice was low and crisp, but was suddenly interrupted by Ling Zhenghao next to him.
Ling Zhenghao was proud of his wealth and hurriedly said to Zhou Qiang, "If Brother Zhang loses, I will pay you three million Huaxia coins, how about that?"
"Three million?" Zhou Qiang expressed satisfaction with the amount, and nodded with a smile on his face.
Regarding Ling Zhenghao and Zhou Qiang's bettor appointment, Zhang Chen shook his head with a wry smile, and did not continue to speak.
Just now Zhang Chen just wanted to say five million, but Ling Zhenghao took the lead.
Zhang Chen now holds two companies that are making money every day, with a net worth of tens of millions. Of course, he can easily pay millions of bets, but what moves him is Ling Zhenghao's generosity, and his support and trust in himself. , money, on the contrary, is second.ァ新ヤ~⑧~1~中文网ωωω.χ~⒏~1zщ.còм
So Zhang Chen didn't stop Ling Zhenghao from standing up for himself, because he had the confidence and strength to make Zhou Qiang lose a crushing defeat.
The two sides reached a bettor's contract, and then it was time to discuss how to play.
Zhang Chen has the racing skills given by the car dealer system, and has the strength and confidence to kill Zhou Qiang. However, his character is cautious and cautious. He is not arrogant and arrogant like Zhou Qiang after he has a little strength. He still compares the racing cars of both sides. , analyzed his own strengths and weaknesses, and thought of any accidents that might have occurred.
Since Zhou Qiang boasted about Haikou and asked himself to choose the way of the race, Zhang Chen was not polite or refused, and said to everyone: "There are people coming and going, the racing is too dangerous, and it is not good to hurt passersby, so just use Race the McLaren 675LT."
Jiabaifu supermarket is located outside the prosperous area of the seaside city. In addition to the huge square at the entrance, there is a spacious two-way eight-lane road, and there are residential areas, schools, hospitals and so on nearby.
As Zhang Chen said, there are many bicycles, electric vehicles and small cars on the road, and heavy trucks whizz by from time to time.
The speed of the two cars racing in the traffic is indeed very dangerous. Even if they can't hurt the person or the car, and they encounter flowers and plants, it is not good to scratch a little bit.
Besides, Zhang Chen's suggestion is also fair. The two use the same car, so you can see who is more skilled and who is less skilled as long as you are not blind.
Mu Qing, who had been standing next to Zhang Chen, smiled slightly, and gave Zhang Chen a "how are you?" look, because her smart little brain already knew what Zhang Chen meant, this seemingly impeccable excuse, In fact, Zhang Chen's true thoughts were covered up.
Zhou Qiang was a little stunned, and stood there dumbfounded, not knowing how to answer.
Say yes, he is reluctant to destroy his car.
I also feel that the advantage of my McLaren 675LT zero-hundred 2.9 seconds lies in straight-line acceleration.
Abandoning his own advantages to compete with Zhang Chen on driving skills, he appeared to be very sandy.
Say you don't agree.
Zhou Qiang's words in front of him were too full. The conditions he said were set by Zhang Chen, and Ling Zhenghao put out a bet of three million Huaxia coins. Didn't he break the contract and slap his own old face?
Zhou Qiang was stumped by Zhang Chen's run on a tiger. If he didn't agree, he would admit to being a coward. There was no other way. He gritted his teeth with a dark face and finally agreed.
"Who will come first?" Zhou Qiang wanted Zhang Chen to come first, so that he could see his true strength and his driving skills, and then formulate corresponding countermeasures, so this time he played a trick, not as harsh as before. Than clamoring to say too much.
"Of course you came first." Zhang Chen stared at Zhou Qiang, his smiling eyes showing a look of caring for the mentally retarded.
It's too careless, shouldn't you volunteer first, and I'll push the boat to let you come first? For Zhang Chen's rogue approach, Zhou Qiang's nose was crooked.
No way, Zhou Qiang had to be the first to get on the McLaren 675LT.
The McLaren 675LT started ~www.novelbuddy.com~ and slowly drove towards the spacious road.
However, at this time, Zhou Qiang's accelerator thumped very loudly, and although the sound of the exhaust was ecstasy, the noise of the nearby people was aching.
"Isn't this Shabby a supercar? Going with the accelerator like this, what a show?" Ling Zhenghao covered his ears because of the noise, and looked down on Zhou Qiang who was driving with disgust.
"It's not that Zhou Qiang is showing off the supercar, but this is the correct way to drive the supercar." Zhang Chen explained to Ling Zhenghao that because the design of the supercar's engine, gearbox and other structures is fundamentally different from that of ordinary cars , it cannot be like an ordinary car, it must be semi-linked and the accelerator is slammed slowly forward. This is the correct way to drive a supercar.
"So it is." Ling Zhenghao nodded, when he found that the McLaren 675LT had successfully driven to the fast lane.
The two-way eight-lane main road is not much traffic now, and the road looks very empty.
The McLaren 675LT has a strong figure, and at the same time it is extremely fast, interspersed between the cars in each lane, constantly surpassing the cars in front. starter
There were times when it was clear that the distance between the two cars before and after was not enough to overtake, but Zhou Qiang was so skilled that he made unimaginable movements perfectly, as smooth as a fish into the sea, showing his excellent skills.
Finally, when there was no one in front, the McLaren 675LT first flicked, and the thick smoke generated by the friction between the wheels and the ground enveloped a large space.
Then the whole body turned sideways, the front of the car made a 180-degree turn, and it made a perfect U-turn and drove back.
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