"God, what's the record for this track?"
Everyone was shocked by the fact that William, a newbie, was not only unscathed after a few laps, but his cornering, acceleration, and deceleration skills were as accurate as a professional racer's.
The team manager heard his racer's surprised exclamation.
He immediately reacted and pulled up the data on his computer. After a few seconds of being stunned, he said in disbelief, "One minute, eighteen seconds, and seventy-four seconds in 2004."
"God."
"How is this possible?"
Everyone was already amazed that William could finish laps like a professional racer, but it was a little strange that he had almost broken the record.
However, everyone immediately understood that racing was different from other physical sports. Even if you cheated, it wouldn't allow you to instantly master driving skills.
It also wouldn't teach you how to brake in certain areas of the track and how hard you had to brake in order to corner efficiently.
It also wouldn't teach you how close to the inside line to drive when cornering. At the same time, it would also prevent the car behind from overtaking you.
Everyone present was a professional racer. They only needed to recall the scene of William running three laps in a few seconds to understand that this was real skill. There was no room for error.
For a moment, the command area was filled with shouts of God. The two racers looked at each other silently and shook their heads at the same time.
Their highest record on this track had never been under one minute and twenty seconds.
After William had driven half a lap, he heard Sunday's voice telling him to refuel in the maintenance area.
For safety reasons, the team only added fifteen liters of fuel to the car in case of an accident. With less fuel, they could also avoid the most fatal danger.
After four laps and 23 kilometers, the car only had three to four liters of fuel.
With less fuel, William didn't run at full speed for the second half of the lap. Instead, he drove into the maintenance area.
As soon as he entered the maintenance area, a group of people ran over from the command area.
While clapping hard, they also shouted loudly that William was a good boy.
Saul, who was wearing a racing suit and holding a helmet, was affected by the excitement of the team members. He walked forward excitedly and placed his hand on the frame of the car. He smiled and said, "Buddy, I heard from that old man that you almost broke the record."
Seeing that William was stunned, Saul laughed out loud and then shouted at the general manager of Aston Martin, Shawn.
"Hey, what are you waiting for? Hurry up and add that thing!"
Wilson quickly covered it up and shouted, "That's right, Shaun. Hurry up and refuel William's car. We want to see him break the record."
The team manager pushed Wilson away and squeezed to Saul's side. He leaned on the car frame and asked, "Boss, do you feel any discomfort?"
Hearing this, Saul, who was blocked by the others, relaxed his frown and looked at William with concern.
"I'm fine. If you guys are willing to work overtime for a longer period of time, how about we do a full schedule?"
At this time, other than Shawn and the team manager, the others could not wait for William to do a full schedule. They wanted to see if their legendary boss could set a record.
The audience watching the live broadcast saw the team members applauding for William. Of course, they knew that there was a story behind it. It might be related to the results.
For a moment, the phone of the English Independent Television Station was about to explode. They were all asking why the team members were cheering and whether it was related to the results.
The team manager asked William in detail again. He thought for a moment and discussed with the engineers and racers. Then, he saw William, who was sitting in the car, nod at him again.
He shouted loudly, "Maintenance team, enter the field. Everyone else, get out of my way. Get out of my way."
"Damn it, Old Jim is scolding."
Everyone was not angry at being scolded. They all ran into the command area and waited quietly for the maintenance team to check.
While they were waiting, Shawn's cell phone rang. After listening for a while, he picked up the walkie-talkie and reported to William that the call was from the English Independent Television Station. They wanted to ask why the team was cheering.
William thought for a moment and asked Shawn to tell them that he had almost broken the record. Then, he asked Sunday to tell the operators of the track to open the interview area and let the reporters and paparazzi in.
But a minute later, Sunday replied, "I'm sorry, sir. The operators of the track have rejected your request because of safety issues."
William smiled and waved at Shawn. "How much is this track worth?"
Shawn was stunned. Then, his eyes lit up and he stuttered, "About … about forty million pounds. But it's very difficult to buy it directly without a premium.
After all, this is the Silverstone Race Track that has hosted F1 events for decades. It represents England. "
"Buy it, now."
It was only a few tens of millions of pounds. William did not even consider it. Then, regardless of what the shocked Shawn thought, he said to Sunday,
"Tell Abigail to let Jesse be in charge of transforming this track and making it the headquarters of the Aston Martin F1 Team."
Hearing these words, Shawn was so excited that his hands were trembling. He shouted in his heart, "I knew it, I knew it. As long as the boss likes it, he doesn't care about money."
Seeing William's gaze on him again, Shawn quickly suppressed his excitement and started to make a call.
While waiting, an uncomfortable voice came from beside William's ear, "Master, Alice feels like she's going in circles."
Damn it, I was so happy that I forgot that this little thing was still hiding in my helmet.
After hanging up the phone, William said to Alice, "Go to my house first and let Serena accompany you. After I'm done here, I'll take you to find the house elf, okay? "
"Don't, don't," Alice shouted angrily in William's ear, "Alice, don't stay with that annoying Blood Clan member!"
William's ears were buzzing, and because he was wearing a helmet, he could not rub them. He quickly said to Sunday, "Sunday, is the house elf, Bell, ready?"
"Yes, sir. After Bell found out that Alice was also a light elf, she brought the rest of the house elves and specially transformed an independent space in Thunderbird Cliff. You can take Miss Alice there at any time."
"I don't want to, I don't want to go to a strange place alone." Before William could speak, Alice, the little thing, muttered in his ear, "Master is a bad person, master is a bad person,".
After hearing the words repeated five or six times, William hurriedly said, "Okay, okay, I won't send you away."
Hearing Alice jump off the building so clearly, William also understood that she was just carsick, and it was not serious at all, so he did not force her to go to Thunderbird Cliff first.
After making an agreement with Alice, William turned on the intercom again, and soon, he heard Shawn's anxious and uneasy voice.
"Boss, the other party insists that they want fifty-five million pounds, and they hope that you can pay Devonshire gold coins."
Ha, it seems that the amount of gold coins that I've been controlling over the past few years has finally had some effect.
"Tell them to sign the contract now. If they dare to go back on their word, I'll build a more luxurious track in the city and give F1 and other English races free of charge for three years."
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