Old Jim immediately remembered that his boss was the first person to land on Mars. "You, your space suit research has progressed from solid materials to cloth?"
"What's so strange about that?" William lied with his eyes wide open, "The first product I sold publicly was a bulletproof suit.
"It's been a few years, if I still can't come up with a new product, then I would have lived for nothing."
If you lived for nothing, then wouldn't I have sleepwalked for sixty years?
Old Jim shook his head, "Fortunately, you are not interested in racing, otherwise, the Aston Martin team would dominate F1.
"While I have won countless honors with the team, this competition has probably reached the end of its lifespan, and those in the same industry who eat this bowl of rice will probably lose their jobs."
William only thought for half a second before he understood what he meant.
When a team dominated a competition, the appeal to the audience would plummet, or all eyes would be on the champion.
The other teams had no audience, and they couldn't win. No one was willing to spend at least 50 million US dollars per year to participate in the competition, which cost 200 million US dollars.
If that was the case, tens of thousands of people would lose their jobs and indirectly affect hundreds of thousands of people's rice bowls.
That being said, William wouldn't really destroy the rice bowls of ordinary people, but that didn't mean he didn't want to win the championship.
"After a few years, let alone the annual championship, the team doesn't even seem to have won the race championship a few times."
Old Jim was in the wrong by William's words and stammered, not knowing what to say.
Say that the team had only been established for three years, so it was normal for them not to win the annual championship?
Even if Old Jim wanted to retire and give up his job, he wouldn't be so stupid to say that.
Wasn't this admitting that he was incompetent?
"If the fuel control system can be upgraded, we will definitely be able to compete for the annual championship."
After Old Jim finished speaking, he secretly looked at William's expression. Seeing that he was only frowning, he continued, "If you have time, can you help the team upgrade the fuel control program?"
In addition to the hardware, drivers, engineers, and maintenance staff working together, the most important thing was the on-board fuel control system.
As long as you can save one fuel compared to others, or control the fuel load to synchronize with the tire change,
That would be equivalent to saving a few seconds, or even ten seconds.
"As long as we have a new fuel control system, I guarantee that we will at least be in the top three next year, and winning the annual championship is not impossible."
Oil Freak? Even though William was a rookie, he understood that racing was a race of time.
However, the existence of Sunday was no longer a secret to Aston Martin.
"Didn't you ask Abigail for help from Sunday?"
"Of course. Mr. Sean has applied to Miss Chas no less than ten times, but …"
Old Jim spread out his hands. "We can only get help with the calculations when we test the car in the headquarters' research lab.
Even Aston Martin's headquarters can't get more convenience. "
Thinking of this rule, he seemed to have set it back then to prevent people from spying on Sunday.
William covered his ears and said, "On Sunday, can you upgrade the fuel control program of the fleet?"
Sunday was silent for a few seconds before saying, "Sir, the program has been upgraded. You can try it out yourself."
For Sunday, as long as he had the complete data, it would be easy to upgrade the system.
"Head, head, head."
When the corner of William's mouth revealed a smile, he heard the engineer who was inspecting his previous car quickly rush over and whisper to Old Jim.
"Our system has been hacked and tampered with, and …" The engineer hesitated for a few seconds, "It seems to be …"
"It's a good thing, isn't it?" William said with a smile, "Do you have time to upgrade the program?"
"Yes, yes, BOSS," the Engineer replied in astonishment. Old Jim immediately understood what was going on.
He looked at William and asked, "You've finished it so quickly?"
"How much longer will it take?" William chuckled, "It's just a fuel control program." He looked at the paparazzi who had already entered the media area and were constantly taking photos of them and the other media who had rushed over.
William waved his hand in that direction, attracting a flashing light. Then, he heard a roar.
When he turned around, he saw Saul's car jumping out.
"Damn it."
Looking at the car that was obviously too fast and began to float, William covered his forehead and cursed in a low voice.
As expected, before the car even entered the main track, because Saul was not familiar with the steering wheel and did not slow down,
In just two seconds, the car's speed reached 100 km/h. The tires began to shake and directly hit the bucket that was used as a buffer.
"Bang!" With a loud sound, water splashed everywhere. At the same time, the front of the car broke and the car rolled twice before falling onto the bucket.
"God."
They had just started taking photos, and they could already take such a fierce scene? Was the heavens looking out for everyone?
The paparazzi and reporters couldn't wait to jump onto the track and take photos at close range.
In an instant, the scene seemed to have stopped.
The staff was still awakened by a series of flashes before they thought of saving people.
"Hurry up and save people, hurry up and save people."
Old Jim shouted to the engineer beside him as he quickly rushed forward.
But after a few meters, a piece of debris flew out from the car. Then, everyone looked in horror at Saul, who had kicked the guardrail of the car's driver's seat.
He cursed loudly and stood up. Then, he slapped the car frame and directly hit the broken car a few meters away, hitting the buffer wall of the track.
"God, this, this is Superman's possession."
Only Old Jim, who had heard William's nonsense, looked at Saul in shock. Then, he shouted at William with joy.
"Boss, I beg you, you must open this newly developed space suit to all racers."
Old Jim, who had returned to William's side, was so excited that he wanted to grab William's shoulder. But William, who didn't have a space suit at all, didn't care about him.
He turned sideways to avoid the old man and walked in the direction of Saul.
"Boss, even if it's ten million pounds per set, there are teams that are willing to buy it. You can sell it for billions of pounds if you rely on this space suit to make a racing suit."
Hearing Old Jim's words, William quickened his pace with his umbrella and shouted to Saul, "Stop, Saul."
Old Jim, who was chasing after William, was immediately stopped by Sean, who had rushed over. "What space suit, what ten million pounds?"
The paparazzi and reporters, who had also heard the old man's shout, immediately reacted. William was the number one man in space, so wasn't it normal for him to make a new space suit?
They couldn't help but point their cameras at Old Jim.
However, Old Jim, who had been caught, seemed to have remembered the problem of confidentiality. He pulled Sean aside and explained in a low voice, causing all the paparazzi and reporters to gnash their teeth in hatred.
They could only use their imagination to fill in the blanks and write in their own notebooks.
Pulling the cursing Saul away from the scene of the crash, William whispered to him, "If someone asks later, say that you're fine because of the racing suit on your body.
So that these ordinary people won't panic because of your actions just now. "
"That, no problem." Seeing that William didn't blame him for crashing the car, Saul didn't disagree.
"No, I have to drive again. Just now, it was because it was my first time driving and I wasn't familiar with the steering wheel. It's not that I'm not capable."
"Alright, alright, if you want to drive for a while, we'll charter a yacht and call a group of fairies to let you drive to your heart's content."
"No, no." Saul pulled William and shook his head. "I have to learn how to race. Otherwise, if my companions in the Divine Realm find out, they will definitely laugh at me."
"Sunday, get someone to clean the track." Being pulled by Saul, William didn't care about a race car. If he really wanted it, he could make it on Sunday on Planet X17.
He could have as many as he wanted. There was no need to make Saul lose face because of this.
William and Wilson stood beside a new racing car and looked at Saul, who was unusually focused, after spending a lot of time to clean up the track for the race venue staff who had rushed over.
"First, follow Sunday's instructions and slowly drive a few laps. Once you're familiar with the car's performance and driving skills, then increase the speed."
"Understood, no problem, I can definitely do it."
After learning a lesson from his previous failure, Saul was unusually cautious from the start. He smoothly turned out of the maintenance area at the speed of a turtle.
However, once he entered the main track, his line of sight widened. Only then did he increase his speed under Sunday's instructions.
After half a lap and five or six turns, Saul, who was used to flying with Mjolnir, finally increased his speed to more than two hundred when he entered the one-kilometer straight.
William, who was standing in the command area, helplessly listened to Saul's shouting. He thought to himself, 'Looks like I can't keep this race car anymore.'
What made Wilson the happiest was that Saul, this guy who didn't have a filter on his mouth, kept talking on the radio.
He must promote this race car to Asgard and let the people in the Divine Domain know that they can have more fun than fighting and drinking.
After hearing these words, Old Jim's expression began to change.
If Old Jim was younger and not the manager of his team, William would definitely cast a forgetting spell on him.
He patted the old man with the headphones and smiled. "In our lives, there are always some things that we have to forget, right?"
"Yes, yes, Boss."
There was no need for William to threaten him. The experienced Jim nodded. "Are you developing some kind of game?"
"Yes, a game called Asgard's Divine Domain War." Wilson, who was still a little worried, laughed and lied.
"When the game is developed, I'll give you a commemorative CD. Maybe you'll like it?"
"We'll talk about this when the time comes."
Old Jim was afraid of William because he was very clear about the power and influence of the Devonshire family in England.
However, this didn't mean that he was afraid of Wilson.
Saul, who heard William and the other two's conversation through the walkie-talkie, also reacted and stopped mentioning the Divine Domain.
Although he didn't know what the Divine Domain was, Old Jim now understood that he was serving an important guest, a real important guest. Only then did he seriously explain various racing techniques to Saul.
From time to time, he would praise Saul as long as he did a little trick correctly, as if he was treating a rookie racer, to encourage Saul.
Looking at the racing car that was getting faster and faster, William shook his head. He was sure that there would be a collision later.
When dealing with a guy like Saul, you couldn't praise him too much. Otherwise, he would be the one who got carried away.
Sure enough, after a few laps, when there was a big bend, Saul didn't follow Sunday and Old Jim's instructions and drive at a low speed. Instead, he was sure that he could drive at a speed of 100 kilometers per hour like William.
"Screech, screech, screech."
A skidding sound came from the earpiece. The racing car rushed out of the track without any accident, across the sand and hit the crash wall, making a loud crash.
"God, another ten million dollars is gone."
The paparazzi and reporters who had been waiting in boredom for more than ten minutes let out a sigh of regret. Like a carnival, they took pictures of the racing car that was a few hundred meters away.
After listening to Old Jim's instructions to the backup team to go and rescue Saul, William took off his earpiece and threw it on the console. Holding the umbrella and the helmet, he looked at Alice who was hiding inside and sleeping.
He shook his head and said to Wilson, "It'll take a long time to clean up the track. Let's call it a day. Take that idiot Saul to rest. If there's anything else, we'll talk about it tomorrow."
"Not going to the cruise?"
Wilson, who was still waiting to lie down, hurriedly pulled William's arm and said, "Don't be like this, buddy. It's just two racing cars.
Saul that guy is a super rich guy who directly ordered ten cars. We have the responsibility to let him have a good time. "
"It's your responsibility, not mine." William shook his hand and shook off Wilson. He smiled and said, "I don't expect to earn that poor guy's money."
"Damn it."
Wilson didn't care that William despised him and Saul. He went forward and put his arm around William's shoulder and said in a low voice, "If you don't go, how would I dare to take Saul to find a girl?"
So he had become a shield for Wilson to do bad things.
Originally, he didn't want to agree, but Wilson continued, "I'll help you find a new English football baby."
After saying that, this guy found a photo on the computer on the console.
Looking at this football baby called Hazel and the football-like mountain, William immediately became interested.
But then he stared at Wilson and said, "Aren't you afraid that these women who dare to use any means to become famous will expose you to the media?"
"What's the big deal?" Wilson said indifferently, "The lawyers from Moonstone Law Firm in your hands are all useless.
Besides, I'm also a shareholder of the independent television station. Whether it's giving them exposure or counteracting, it's all very simple. "
"As long as you're not afraid." William himself was definitely not afraid of this kind of thing. Moreover, news about him in this area was no longer considered news.
It wasn't as if the media hadn't exposed the fact that he took a boat of girls and drifted at sea for three days before returning to shore.
"Then you go and rent a boat. I'll settle Alice down first, then I'll go and find you guys."
"Let's make a deal. If you don't come, I promise to bring those girls directly to your door."
William laughed and patted Wilson who dared to threaten him. "If you're not afraid that I'll throw you into the void and live a few years of wandering, then come."
Wilson, who was frightened by the obviously ominous name of the Void Land, could only watch helplessly as William laughed and left.
"Oh right, remember to take Saul's racing suit."
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