"What's wrong with my car?" Zhang Heng asked. "In 1983, the first joint venture between SAIC and Volkswagen was the Santana. It was manufactured by CKD. It was 4,546 millimeters long, 1,710 millimeters wide, 1,427 millimeters tall, 1,100 kilograms, and a wheelbase of 2,548 millimeters. It was equipped with a 1.6L four-cylinder engine with a maximum power of 87 horsepower."
The capped girl was stunned by the number. She didn't know much about cars, but she knew that some classic cars were also very valuable. She couldn't help but be in awe when she heard it. "Is your car the first batch of joint-venture cars off the production line?"
"No, this is a Santana 3000. It was manufactured in 2004."
"… Then why did you bring it up to the 1980s?" The capped girl felt like she was being played, and her tone became unfriendly.
"I just want to tell you not to underestimate the Santana," Zhang Heng said.
"Heh, any car here tonight can buy at least ten of your broken cars, little brother," the capped girl said sarcastically.
"Is that so? Unfortunately, they can't outrun my Santana, "Zhang Heng said with a straight face.
"You're talking big. Do you think you're an AE86?"
A tattooed man in a Supreme T-shirt said.
His words caused another round of laughter.
When the laughter subsided, the young man smoking on the 911 spoke again, "Okay, the joke ends here. He then looked at Zhang Heng and warned," You'd better leave now. "
"We haven't raced yet."
"We don't race with outsiders who we don't know," the young man said indifferently. "And we are all gamblers. Do you have money?"
"How much?"
"Thirty thousand yuan, winner takes all."
"I don't have money, but I can use my car as collateral," Zhang Heng said.
The young man shook his head, "Your car is not worth thirty thousand yuan. It's ten thousand at most. And you stole it from your house, right? Is it your father's or your grandfather's? How are they going to send your mother to work if they wake up in the morning and find that the car is gone? "
His words caused another round of laughter.
"In that case, I have no choice but to win this round," Zhang Heng said.
"First, you can't win. Second … As I said, you can't even afford the admission fee, "the young man on the 911 said as he flicked the ash off his cigarette." Go home. It's for your own good. "
Unexpectedly, the millennial who spoke up earlier spoke again, "I can help him pay for it first."
"Hmm?"
The millennial hugged the peaked cap girl and raised her chin. "Why? I want to see him race against us in his Santana. It should be interesting. My family has a debt collection company. I guarantee he won't be able to get away with it."
"Don't cause trouble. Since you've joined our circle, you must abide by the rules I set." The young man who was smoking on the 911 frowned. "I told you, we don't race with outsiders who don't know our background."
It could be seen that he was quite influential in this group. As soon as he spoke, although the millennial still looked a little resentful, he didn't say anything else.
"You're lucky. Drive your broken car and scram." Wearing the Supreme
The tattooed man in the Supreme T-shirt gestured at Zhang Heng to shoot him.
However, to everyone's surprise, the guy driving the Volkswagen didn't leave. Instead, he turned off the engine, pulled out the key, and parked the car on the side of the road. "Sorry, I can't leave yet. I suddenly found that I like this place a little bit, and I plan to stay here for a while. Maybe I should come here every night to see if there's a race. "
"You want to do this the hard way?" The young man's face sank. "You seem to have misunderstood something. Do you really think we can't do anything to you? I don't want to cause trouble because it's too troublesome, not because I can't handle it."
After he finished speaking, the members of the modified car club surrounded him. Some of them even took out wrenches and portable fire extinguishers from the trunk. They were just waiting for the young man in the 911 to give the order. They were eager to smash the car.
They were usually bold people who wanted to see the world in chaos, and they had long been unhappy with Zhang Heng.
"I'll give you one last chance. Get out of my sight in one minute."
The young man on the 911 gave Zhang Heng an ultimatum.
Zhang Heng looked at the people around him, who were ready to rush at him at any time. He then looked at the young man on the 911, "So, you would rather fight me than run a lap? By the way, are you a modified car club or a fight club?"
"Okay." The young man on the 911 seemed to be amused by Zhang Heng's persistent request to race. He threw away the cigarette butt in his hand and got off the hood. "If you want to race, let's have a race. If you lose, I don't want your money and your broken car. Just crawl on the ground and don't show up in front of me again."
This time, Zhang Heng shook his head and said, "Not just the two of us. Everyone should race together. The more the merrier."
The young man was finally irritated. He gave Zhang Heng a deep look and said coldly, "Fine, you have the final say. Little K, tell him the rules."
A petite girl walked up to Zhang Heng with a sweet smile on her face. "The rules are very simple. When all the racers are ready, I will announce the start of the race. After that, we will start from here. No matter what method we use, the one who reaches the finish line first will be the final winner. What do you think? Fair enough, right?"
"Where is the finish line?" Zhang Heng asked.
"You know about the stadiums in the new district, right? The west gate of the swimming complex is the finish line of this race," Little K said.
While the two were chatting, four cars had already taken the girls to the west gate of the swimming complex. None of them wanted to participate in this race, and Zhang Heng did not force them. There were eight cars left, and each of them cost 30,000 yuan. That would be a total of 240,000 yuan.
It was more than enough to cover his expenses for this quest.
Of course, he had to win this race first.
The peaked cap girl was right about one thing. Even the cheapest car here could buy dozens of second-hand Santana 3000's, not to mention the young man's 911, which was a veritable sports car. It could accelerate 100 kilometers in 3.9 seconds. Whether it was power or maneuverability, it was way better than the Santana 3000.
And this time, Zhang Heng did not have time to modify the car because it belonged to his grandpa. He could not change it without the consent of the original owner. What if his grandpa's heart jumped out of his chest when he stepped on the accelerator?
However, there was some good news. Zhang Heng brought up Gaud's map and looked at the route. He found that this was not the kind of race track where one would have to race all the way to the end. Considering that many parts of the new district were only half-built, the roads were quite complicated, and it would require a lot of driving skills.
Besides, the young man driving the 911 did not seem to want to take advantage of Zhang Heng. This time, he chose a route that no one had ever run before, and they were all on the same starting line.
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