The light in Chen Guang's eyes grew brighter and brighter. "Do you know how good those top racers are? Have you seen them compete with your own eyes? "
Wang Qing turned his head and looked straight at Chen Guang. After a while, he said, "You're finally tempted."
Chen Guang laughed. "Money moves people. I'm just an ordinary person. A man can't be rich without a windfall, and a horse can't get fat without night grass. Not to mention night grass that can make me fat in one bite. How can I not be tempted? "
Night grass?
Wang Qingzhen never expected that Chen Guang would use such words to describe his dream, which he nearly choked on his saliva. After adjusting his breathing, he said in a heavy tone, "Four years ago, when Diesel participated in the competition, I was still a kid. However, I watched the entire process, and at that time, I already knew a lot about cars. I believe that you're stronger than him! Much better! "
"You really have a lot of confidence in me." Chen Guang said again, but he fell into deep thought.
"It's not that I have a lot of confidence in you, but you really don't understand what it means to run eight minutes with my car at Fengquan Mountain! Running an average speed of 150 km/h to the end of Fengquan Mountain! Heavens! We built this road ourselves, and we know how difficult it is! We don't believe that anyone in this world can do it! "
Chen Guang was indifferent. He thought to himself, If you knew that I was just casually running that day and didn't use my full strength, would you faint again?
While Chen Guang was letting his imagination run wild, Wang Qing suddenly reacted and turned to look at him. "Brother Chen Guang, you don't really think that Zhong Bai and I are stupid rich second-generation kids, do you? Damn! Look at your expression. Don't try to hide it! "
Chen Guang chuckled. "Isn't that the case? I just drive a little better. I really think that you guys are too respectful to me. You guys are too easy to fool. I feel that you guys are very silly and naive. "
"You!"
Wang Qing almost spat out a mouthful of blood. He truly felt that it was a complete waste for such a terrifying divine technique to fall into the hands of someone like Chen Guang.
Wang Qing slumped against the back of the bed, his heart about to break.
After a long while, he said faintly, "Brother Chen Guang, we call you the God of Racing, not to be polite. We're not respecting you, we're worshipping you! You know what? We worship you! We feel that you are a true god! "
True God! Damn it! If you say that, I won't be taken as the leader of some evil cult and be captured and shot, right?
Chen Guang rolled his eyes. "Are you exaggerating?"
Wang Qing put on a pained expression. "It's that exaggerated! Now, transportation is convenient, and we don't lack money. Let's not talk about Zhong Bai. Let's talk about me. All these years, in order to learn how to drive, I've watched all kinds of large-scale competitions. Other than Dominic Diesel, I've watched the live competitions of the other racing kings at least five or six times. Otherwise, how could I be called the best in the five capitals? Can you say that I'm a frog in a well and short-sighted? Isn't that pure nonsense? "
"I'm someone who's seen the world! I'm Wang Qing, the son of Wang Guoxiong. How many people in both the underworld and the underworld in Wujing City have to give me face? Why is it that after sitting in your car once, they're willing to prostrate themselves in admiration and listen to everything you say? Haven't you thought about why? "
Wang Qing's heart really ached. I worship you like a god, but you only treat me like a clown!
My hot blood has spilled into the dog kennel!
"If you really listened to everything I said, you wouldn't be lying here." Chen Guang's words made Wang Qing's pretentious act go down the drain.
"Alright, don't mind the details. I've seen a lot of people race, and I've also seen people occasionally drift to such a degree like you. But there's never been anyone who could drive to the limit in all the corners of the track like you did, and control the car so precisely like a precision instrument! No, you've even surpassed a machine! If others wanted to play like you, they wouldn't be able to survive even if they had ten lives! "
Chen Guang chuckled. I've probably lost ninety-five lives to practice this skill. Ten lives wouldn't be enough.
"Finishing Phoenix Spring Mountain with an average speed of 150 km/h, hehe. Even if Diesel came to Phoenix Spring Mountain to train for a year, he wouldn't be able to do it! He wouldn't even be able to surpass 135 km/h! I almost lost my life, and I still couldn't surpass 110 km/h! I'm just trying to surpass the last yard! They say that the further you go, the harder it is to improve. Motherf * cker, I just want to improve by one yard! But I'm f * cking 40 yards away from you! You're practically cheating! You're not human at all! I've already said this much. Brother Racing God, let's go! "
Wang Qing's emotions were out of control again, and he began to dance. He Jia, who was beside him, decisively pressed a button, and the bandages that had been prepared for him immediately came into effect. They quickly tightened, and the young man was once again tied up like a dumpling.
Chen Guang ignored him. Instead, he stood up and began to pace back and forth in the ward, thinking hard in his mind.
Before today, he roughly knew how good his driving skills were after practicing in the Heavenly Holy Grail, but he didn't have a clear idea. He only knew that he was definitely very good, very strong, and based on the standards of DOTA's hellish training grounds, he should indeed be the best in the world when it comes to racing.
But before that, he really didn't think about participating in any competitions.
His understanding of racing, before he met Zhong Bai and the others, was only at the level of watching rally races on Central TV's Department 5.
The so-called underground racing, in his eyes, was nothing more than a group of ignorant, yet stupid, rich second-generation rich kids who were bored out of their wits. He had never thought that there would be any deeper meaning behind it.
As for how much those regular rally champions could earn in a year, he had a rough idea in his mind. At most, it would be a few million or tens of millions.
With his own strength, it wasn't impossible for him to win the rally championship.
But now, he was just a poor college student. Inexplicably, he went to someone else's team and told them that he was ten times better than them. Let him participate in the competition, and he would bring them along to show off and fly?
It would be strange if they didn't beat him up with a stick.
Well, even if they really believed him and let him run one lap and knock everyone off their feet, they would still let him join the team.
A new problem arose. Competitions weren't always possible. To participate in international or even domestic competitions, one had to sign up, register, and verify one's qualifications.
It didn't matter if one was a racing god or a racing god. Without the proper procedures, one couldn't even qualify to participate in the competition.
By the time he was done with all the unimaginable procedures, it would take him at least half a year to go from an ordinary person to a racing driver. He couldn't wait!
Even if he really made it all the way, why would a new driver with no name or surname be allowed to participate in international competitions from the very beginning?
He would have to fight his way through the domestic competitions one level at a time. The prize money in domestic competitions was low, and there were a lot of unspoken rules. God knew when he would be able to stand on the top of the international competition like an F1 driver like Schumacher and make a name for himself.
It would take at least two or three years, and at most five or six years. By then, it would be too late!
As for underground racing, after meeting Zhong Bai and the others, Chen Guang had only thought of opening a Racing God training class because of his inertia and vision.
He had never thought of participating in any competitions.
Until today, when Wang Qing, in his own way, suddenly opened another door for Chen Guang that belonged to a real racing family.
It suddenly dawned on Chen Guang that underground racing could actually make money like this. So much money!
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