On the way back to the hotel, Chen Guang's face was full of displeasure.
During the process of locking the car and taking the money, he hid in the car and secretly looked at it.
Lu Fei and Uncle Cheng stood up for him and helped him get one million yuan in cash, which was locked in the box beside his hand.
The Aston Martin V8 Castle S Coupe, which was targeted by Lu Fei, was also locked in the underground garage of the Half Mountain Racetrack. Before the dust of the car gambling competition settled, no one could touch it.
The guy who locked the car seemed to be a real nouveau riche. From beginning to end, he did not show the slightest displeasure and kept surrounding Lu Fei.
It was not that he wanted to hit on Lu Fei, but he wanted to hit on Chen Guang, who was standing behind Lu Fei.
It was not only this guy. From getting out of the car, getting the money, locking the car, and returning to the off-road vehicle, there were at least hundreds of people trying to hit on her.
If it weren't for the protection of Uncle Cheng, Lu Fei would almost not have been able to leave.
Many locals in Hong Kong recognized Uncle Cheng, and those who were not from other places knew that he was a big shot who could not be offended after being pointed out by the locals.
Even so, she was exhausted and sweating.
"If I knew it would be so troublesome, I should have asked you for a commission!"
After getting in the car, Lu Fei complained to Chen Guang while trying hard to tidy up her almost torn leather coat.
"Little Fei, don't say that. I just saw that you enjoyed the feeling of being surrounded by stars." Uncle Cheng, who was sitting in the front row, made a joke.
This was the first time that Chen Guang heard him speak. He almost thought that he was mute. He thought that this uncle's voice was really strange. It was like scraping a knife on the table, and his ears were sore.
Seeing Chen Guang's surprised face, Lu Fei explained, "Uncle Cheng fought in a war before, and his throat was scratched by a bullet on the battlefield."
Damn! He didn't die even after being shot in the throat!
This world is really full of crouching tigers and hidden dragons! Fortunately, I have been low-key!
Chen Guang's eyelids twitched. He had long felt that this uncle was powerful, and it turned out to be so!
Uncle Cheng just smiled and didn't say anything. He waved his hand and signaled for the convoy to set off.
Although many people wanted to stop him, no one dared to offend Uncle Cheng. The organizer of the previous competition also came up to Uncle Cheng and chatted with him for a while. In the end, he smiled bitterly and shook his head before leaving. He even promised to escort the GTR for the next few days.
It was Uncle Cheng who pretended to understand. "I'll have to trouble you for the next seven days."
This sentence stunned the organizer for a long time. Seven days?
Now you say seven days?
If you weren't Tang Chaocheng, I would have slapped your face!
"It's not that I want to say this, but the prize money for this car racing competition is too low. He brought a car worth millions to participate in the competition, but he only got one million if he won, "Chen Guang said as he stroked the lockbox in front of him with a face full of regret.
Of course, even though he said so, he was still happy when he thought about the million in cash.
Lu Fei looked at him in annoyance. "You've already taken advantage of me and you're still pretending to be innocent. This is only the first round and you got a million for nothing. What else do you want? After the second round tomorrow, you'll get another million and five hundred thousand. You didn't pay for the car either. There's no such thing as a business without capital in this world. "
"But it's still too little." Chen Guang was still a little indignant. "It doesn't matter to me. Are those people who came to participate in the competition stupid? The input and output are not proportional at all. "
Lu Fei covered her face in pain. She only felt that it was too embarrassing. "Only you are so practical! It's all for the money! Others are after excitement and fame! Besides, who would want to lose in the first round! Won't the next few rounds accumulate? What if you get first place? Can't you still pick other people's cars? What if you become the king of cars? There are so many conceited people in this world. Just because you're good, you don't allow others to have dreams? "
Chen Guang nodded. "That's true. Even a dabbler like Wang Qing dared to use a car worth ten million to enter. There are quite a lot of fools. This GTR feels much better to drive than his last car. "
Lu Fei was already speechless. She actually felt that what he said made sense.
On the other side, Chen Guang and Lu Fei stayed in the hotel in Tsim Sha Tsui and left. They didn't care that the matte GTR had completely exploded outside.
The appearance of a speed of 139.54 officially opened the prelude to this year's car racing competition, which was different from the previous three years.
Although there were some people who ran very close to this level later, they were still a little worse than him.
Because of Uncle Cheng, many people couldn't find out Chen Guang's identity in person.
But when the first round of the competition ended and the crowd gradually dispersed, the hidden undercurrents gradually surged in the dark.
Snowflakes of information flew from Xiangjiang to all parts of the world through email, WeChat, QQ, MSN, or other channels.
Diesel's record had finally been broken!
And under the leadership of this person, a total of thirteen cars broke Diesel's record in the first round of the Xiangjiang Car Racing Competition!
Just this piece of news instantly rendered a different halo to the Xiangjiang Car Gambling Competition, whose status was gradually declining in the international arena.
The matte GTR came from Jie's modification factory. This matter wasn't hidden for long.
Soon, someone found Jie overnight and tried to find out the driver's information from Jie.
However, Jie didn't know Chen Guang's real name at all. As for his identity, he didn't know anything.
But the people who came to inquire about the news had powerful backgrounds, and he couldn't not say anything. After thinking hard, Jie barely made up such a person.
It was a young man with an extremely mysterious identity. He came from the mainland and was escorted by the daughter of a big shot in the mainland's Da Chuan Province. He was also escorted by Xiangjiang's local big shot, Uncle Cheng.
He was very young, handsome, domineering, quiet, and low-key.
Other than that, there was nothing else that could be said.
As for the identity of the original owner of the GTR, it wasn't difficult to find out.
Wang Qing, the son of Wang Guoxiong, the boss of the Wujing City's Dingshan Gang!
Wang Qing was now lying in the hospital, so this driver was definitely not him.
Anyone who knew a little about the industry had already vaguely guessed this person's identity. It was indeed impossible to easily find out.
Whether it was the daughter of the Lu family, Tang Chaocheng, or Wang Guoxiong's son, any of these three people were not people who could be easily offended.
A person who could make these three forces either send cars, people, or escort them didn't care about the outside world's reputation at all.
This was a mysterious person who only wanted to hide in the dark, but he was overflowing with talent and unparalleled. He was only here to enjoy his own racing journey.
Because of Uncle Cheng, Jie wasn't put in a difficult position. After bragging about the identity he had made up again and again, he finally ended this busy day.
Some people chose to believe what Jie said, some only believed part of it, and some didn't believe it at all. They only thought that the person was a top driver found by Lu Fei or Wang Qing. That was all.
But no matter what, since the other party didn't want to reveal his identity, there wouldn't be any results unless he took the initiative to ask.
At the same time, in an underground modification factory in Los Angeles, such a conversation was taking place.
"Diesel, your record in Xiangjiang has been broken. Some people say that you're outdated. "
"Really? Interesting. "
In a small house beside a mountain road in Bangkok, Thailand, a young man so handsome that he didn't look like a man suddenly stood up from his chair, stretched, and dialed a number. "Ah Yuan, the CTR I left at your house is about to rust, right? Help me take it out to dry. I, Wu Pan Junyao, want to come to Xiangjiang! "
Deep in the Brazilian rainforest, it was noon and the sun was blazing in the sky. A man sat on a motorcycle.
"Speed, you're already 33 years old. Don't go, okay?"
"No! Thirty-three years old, just right! When I come back, we'll buy the farm opposite! "
In a car factory in Detroit.
"Dad, let me go. You're the Sonic Shaker! The birth of a new car king must be approved by the Shaker family! Although you're old now, I'm your son! "
"Alright, Farrant, do you like that car?"
The nineteen-year-old Frante pointed his finger at the ferocious beast hiding in the corner. A terrifying monster with 1200 horsepower!
London, England.
"Racing is a sport for gentlemen. Let me, Ferdinand, go and tell the Huaxia people that Xiangjiang is still ruled by the British Empire! At least in the racing field! Jenny, I want to go to Xiangjiang with my Aston Martin Zagato! "
Beside the Great Rift Valley in Africa.
"Felix, are you going out to race again?"
"Yes, I have to win back a sum of money. Otherwise, the chief will sell the newly discovered coal mine to the Huaxia people. I'll go to the Huaxia people's territory, win back money from them, and then buy back our coal mine from them! "
Not only that, more and more people, with black skin, white skin, yellow skin, and brown skin, set off from all over the world one after another.
At this moment, in the eyes of the global underground racing world, Xiangjiang had turned into a black hole, or rather, a sun.
One after another, extremely dazzling rays of light from all directions of the earth suddenly connected to the sky above Xiangjiang!
The banquet of the global racing world began on this night.
At this moment, the true god who was about to ascend to the altar was sleeping soundly on the hotel bed, his saliva wet the pillow without him knowing.
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