"Mr. Chen, where are you going? Can I give you a ride? "
Frant had been waiting for a chance to lick his boots. If he could trick the Racing God into driving himself, how happy would that be!
Sitting in the front passenger seat and witnessing his skills with one's own eyes was the dream of every car lover in the world!
Therefore, people sometimes had similarities, no matter if they were noble or ordinary.
In terms of social status, Ruffy and Frant were similar. Maybe Ruffy was higher, but when it came to racing, Ruffy could only be regarded as a middle-level backbone in the Chinese racing world, while Frant was almost at the top of the world.
In the beginning, Ruffy was also hot-headed in order to get into Chen Guang's car. Now it was Frant, the heir of the Racing King, who was also at the top of the pyramid of the underground racing world, wanted to get into Chen Guang's car with the same feelings as Ruffy. They were both brainless fans looking at a god.
Chen Guang looked at the map. It would take about an hour to drive from here to Sun Xiaoxun's school. The distance was a bit far. Why not take Frant's car?
Pierce was still reluctant to part with Chen Guang, but it was futile. His Qilin Arm's faith was already maxed out. Although he could earn money by punching, it was a waste of time and effort. Furthermore, he didn't receive any faith, so Chen Guang wasn't interested in it.
"Wright, not being able to make you a professional boxer must be the biggest regret of my life."
Pierce was very emotional as he pulled on Chen Guang's clothes.
Chen Guang tried to struggle. "Mr. Pierce, I understand your feelings, but this is really not possible in the short term. How about this, I promise you, if I really want to be a professional boxer in the future, I will definitely find you, not anyone else, okay?"
Pierce reluctantly let go of his hand. "Okay."
"Then … Goodbye?"
Chen Guang was afraid of being pestered by this guy again, so he simply turned around and got into Frant's car. "Let's go to the Detroit Institute of Technology."
Eh, why is there a steering wheel in front of me? Is this the driver's seat?
Chen Guang looked at Frant, who was sitting in the front passenger seat with a smug face. Well, this guy was vicious. He wanted to learn the technique without paying the tuition fee, so he sat in the front passenger seat and waited for Chen Guang to take the bait!
Well, it made no difference whether he drove or Franc drove, and if he got his license checked he could just blame it on Franc.
As for the tuition fee, forget it. The Old Man is now rich and willful. He doesn't need this little bit of money from you, so I'll let you take advantage of it. Moreover, Chen Guang also knew that Franand wouldn't really learn anything.
Off you go!
"Hey … wait …"
Before Pierce finished his words, Chen Guang had already started the car and ran away.
Seeing the car quickly disappear at the intersection, Pierce stomped his feet angrily. "It runs really fast."
Bowman came up from the side and comforted him. "Don't be sad, Mr. Pierce. In fact, I really understand him. If I had such terrible strength, I would also feel that competing with others is very boring."
"I understand the reason, but I just can't accept it!"
Pierce was still beating his chest and stamping his feet.
He was not the only one who felt sorry for himself. Bai Ling also looked at Marco with a blank face and pointed to her full chest. Most of her cleavage was exposed, and it looked very attractive.
She finally realized that she had been flirting in front of Chen Guang for two whole days. Apart from a lustful look from time to time, this guy did not show any extra emotions to her from beginning to end.
This doesn't make sense. Am I not beautiful enough?
"Marco, have I become uglier recently?"
Bai Ling asked.
The photographer Marco shook his head. "Probably not."
"Then why is he doing this?"
"I don't know."
"Sigh."
Bai Ling felt a little wronged. She had been following behind this guy for two days. Although she did not talk much with him, it was undeniable that this guy could really make money!
A proper rich husband was hard to find. Once she got close to him, she could have as many luxuries as she wanted in this life.
Unfortunately, it was not that Bai Ling did not work hard, but that the enemy was too cunning.
"Mr. Chen, why did you reject Mr. Pierce so decisively? If you are interested, it is not difficult to become a world-class boxing champion, right? "
Frante tried to find something to say while using his phone to search for directions to the Detroit Institute of Technology. At the same time, his eyes were busy looking at Chen Guang's movements when he was driving, hoping to secretly learn some techniques.
He thought to himself that it was really enjoyable. Even if it was an ordinary daily drive, Mr. Chen's every move was full of extremely smooth feeling. It was simply art!
"Forget it. What's the point of boxing? It's too boring. Compared to this, I might as well participate in the WRC rally. At least I can earn some faith … Ahem, anyway, I have no interest in boxing at all."
Chen Guang almost spilled the beans.
On the other side, Frante immediately fell into ecstasy. "Oh my god! Mr. Chen, are you going to participate in the WRC? Very good! Although the intensity of the rally is not as good as our underground racing, there is no doubt that the latest technologies developed by major companies are generally first put into practice in the major rallies. Especially the WRC, it is a gathering of talents. Whether it is the cars or the drivers, they can be regarded as the best. Of course, compared to you, those drivers are as immature as babies. If you are willing to participate, you will definitely be able to defeat everyone like in the arm wrestling competition these two days. "
Who said that Chinese people liked to flatter others, while foreigners were upright and plainspoken? If foreigners didn't flatter you, it was because you weren't good enough to convince them. Look at Frante, how smooth was his flattery?
Chen Guang was satisfied and gave him a silent thumbs up. "That's right."
"Although there is no doubt about your skills, your current reputation is still stuck in our underground racing circle. If you want to obtain more global recognition, it is indeed necessary to show convincing results in such a large-scale competition. How about this, my friend is the person in charge of the Lanniu team, and I have a bit of shares in the Lanniu team. If you want to participate, I can help you contact the Lanniu team at any time and let you become their contracted driver. "
The Lanniu team that Frante mentioned was something that Chen Guang had heard of many times when he watched the competition on the sports channel. It was considered a tyrannical top rally team. In recent years, they had won many championships in large and small competitions. They were the standard of the industry's powerhouse.
"Is that so? Then I can participate in the WRC right away? That's not bad! "
Chen Guang was overjoyed. It was easy to get things done with more acquaintances.
Unexpectedly, Frante shook his head awkwardly. "Uh, according to the rules of the FIA, the WRC competition is not purely based on the team's results. Even if Mr. Chen becomes a driver for Lanniu, I'm afraid you will have to register first and start from a small competition to slowly accumulate points. When your points reach the standard, then you can participate in next year's WRC …"
Chen Guang waved his hand. "Alright, you don't have to say anymore. We'll talk about this later."
Damn, it's so troublesome to be a backdoor entrant. Next year my ass!
The Racing God Training Ground's faith points are already quite high. It's not worth playing with the FIA's ridiculous rules for a year. I'm not that bored.
If you're not happy, I'll organize my own competition, alright?
I'll have another Racing God Throne Challenge, alright?
You're making me angry!
I'm not playing with you!
After coming to Detroit for two or three days, Chen Guang had not properly observed the city. Today, he was driving on the road, and he could finally calm down and look around.
The city of Detroit enjoyed a reputation above its own level in Huaxia.
On one hand, it was because the city had a very famous NBA team, the Detroit Pistons. On the other hand, it was because of the city's special position in history. It was known as the city of cars.
Due to the changes in the world's overall economic environment, the city had gradually become desolate and even went bankrupt two years ago.
But once upon a time, Detroit represented the pinnacle of the entire North American and even the world's automobile industry. Even in China, far away, there were countless people who yearned for this city.
But yellow flowers will eventually wither, and banquets will eventually disperse. Today's Detroit looked exceptionally desolate. The city seemed to have not recovered from the heavy blow of bankruptcy. It was like an old man with a serious illness.
The spacious road that used to be filled with all kinds of heavy trucks was now only being driven by Chen Guang and Frante's modified off-road vehicle that was extremely powerful.
The roadside was even more sparsely populated. The car drove for a long time without seeing a single person walking on the road.
Frante enthusiastically acted as a tour guide. "Mr. Chen, this used to be a general assembly workshop, but now they have abandoned the production base here and transferred more assembly work to Southeast Asia and China."
"This is the Buick workshop …"
"This is …"
After a long time, the two drove out of the city and went straight to the town where the Detroit Polytechnic University was located. It looked even more desolate outside. The sunset at dusk shone down, slanting on the spacious but empty eight-lane road. The shadows of the car were long, making it look even more desolate.
As a Chinese with a large population, Chen Guang was really uncomfortable with this situation. He teased Frante. "Frante, your hometown is really desolate. Those who know would think I came to the United States, and those who don't know would think I went to the countryside of China."
Frante felt embarrassed. If it wasn't Chen Guang who said this, he would probably be furious. He really didn't give him any face.
But on second thought, he was a little frustrated. "Yes, but when it gets dark, it will become a little livelier."
"That's pretty good. Do Americans like to go out at night?"
Frante was even more embarrassed. "No, it's just that at night, many people will come out to do some transactions that are not convenient to see the light."
"For example?"
"Drugs, bitches, or something else. The security situation in Detroit is actually very bad. You know, it's much easier to get a gun in North America than in China. It's full of gangs … Sigh, actually, I'm the same … "
Frante was very disappointed. He always felt that it was a very shameful thing to talk about his hometown in front of the God of Cars, but it was the truth.
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