Chapter 111: Gathering in Nanshan (1)
"This mountain is a racing car? Where is the chaos?" Tang Yuling, dressed in a red down jacket, walked out of the car like a fire, frowning and staring at the flow of people going up the mountain.
Next to her, there is also her good friend Jiang Wen. She has a black sports padded suit, and she looks exquisite but very capable. The high and tight ponytail presents the outline of the whole beautiful, her eyes are still domineering.
Shao Bingran laughed and said, "There are people who have three schools and nine students. Just ignore strangers who talk to you. So many of us are fine."
Cui Xian also got out of the car behind Tang Yuling. The black long and wide coat and white scarf lined the face even more white to almost transparent.
After getting out of the car, he glanced at the flow of people on the mountain faintly, and a hint of curiosity rose in his eyes, "Is this all going up the mountain to watch the game?"
Shao Bingran nodded, "Actually, I have only been to the Nanshan competition once, but the venue and track are quite large. It is one of the best black venues in L province."
"Black Race?" Tang Yuling's eyes widened and looked at Shao Bingran in disbelief. He took them to see the black race?
Originally, Shao Bingran said today that there are club activities and we will watch a racing game together in the evening. She heard that Cui Xian had also come and agreed, but she just learned that they were going to watch the black race at night.
This term is unfamiliar and familiar to her. She has never experienced it, but has heard of it from books and movies. The impression of the so-called black game is like that of underground black boxing, dirty, **** and profitable.
I'm afraid that all the people who came to participate were all three religions, or some triad figures who appeared on TV.
Hearing that they were watching the black match today, Tang Yuling's small face was white, and Jiang Wen's hand was tightened.
Tang Yuling is the vice president of the student union, the president of the school broadcasting club, and has her own column in the school magazine. She considers herself a girl who lives a sunny and active life every day and has never been exposed to the so-called dark side.
Jiang Wen's eyes lit up with some excitement, "Okay, Boss Shao! Do you have this road? What kind of car do you race? A sports car or a motorcycle?"
Shao Bingran said with a rare excitement, "It depends on what kind of competition it is. Today's should be a car, not a motorcycle. I heard that it is the No. 1 of the Nansheng Racing Team.
Jiang Wen had trouble understanding where his excitement was.
Another boy who got out of the taxi said, "In general, the competitions are clearly marked. The winning or losing of the competition is closely related to their own worth. Many teams will name and point NO. 1 competitions. This can be regarded as the most direct way to improve one's own worth. But NO.1 in a team will not be easy to race, unless the price is in place or the opponent wants to be, no matter how bad it is, the team will not be able to come up with a winner. Nan Sheng's No. 1 pair is exciting enough for newcomers."
Shao Bingran smiled and nodded, "That's what Li Xingyu said."
Tang Yuling frowned, "It's ok for the newcomer to have money. What kind of sail can you compare with him if you pay?"
Li Xingyu couldn't help but dig his eyes at Tang Yuling's figure, and shook his head, "Isn't that said, you are not at all level, and you are willing to spend tens of thousands of yuan to find a sailing match just to lose one game?"
"Tens of thousands of dollars?" Tang Yuling and Jiang Wen slapped their tongues.
Isn't it too high for this sailing appearance? His appearances match the income of ordinary workers for several years. Although Tang Yuling's father was in a high position, his monthly salary was less than two thousand yuan.
Seeing the two beauties surprised by what he said, Li Xingyu immediately smiled proudly, "This is only the price of a famous southbound motorcade, and it may not be astronomical to change to a more developed city or internationally."
Sure enough, his words caused the two beautiful women to look at each other in surprise.
Shao Bingran smiled and said, "Go up the mountain, you can see a lot of drivers before the start of the race. If you are lucky, you can still see the drivers' cars."
...
At this moment, Wei Sheng entered the villa under the rather formal **** of Qian Bin and others. Yuan Chunbo sat on the sofa and smoked a cigar, seemingly enjoying it.
He saw Wei Sheng coming and didn't speak.
This time, Wei Sheng sat down on the sofa opposite Yuan Chunbo.
When Yuan Chunbo didn't speak, Wei Sheng didn't speak either, just staring at him with a smile on his face.
Time passed by, and the atmosphere was already embarrassing.
Until Yuan Chunbo was about to finish smoking the cigar in his hand, Qian Bin finally couldn't help but reminded in a low voice, "Yuan Brother, Miss Wei is here."
"Yeah." Yuan Chunbo pinched out the cigarette butt, then turned to look at Wei Sheng, thinking that this girl was even more calm than himself.
He smiled and said, "Well, the game will be in a while, are you ready?"
Wei Sheng just smiled and said, "What does Boss Yuan plan to make me prepare? To collect the money or to have a two-day official game?"
Yuan Chunbo was taken aback when he heard the words, and then raised a fat thumb, "Okay, ha ha ha, I just like the arrogance of your little girl!"
Wei Sheng just raised the corners of his mouth lightly, "Boss Yuan has prepared a car for me?"
Yuan Chunbo smiled and said, "The sailing car is a 98 Ford Mustang. I have arranged for you exactly the same one. The configuration is quite the same. Whether you can win or not depends on your personal skills."
If it weren’t for Qian Bin to swear by his chest, the little girl in front of him has really beaten the provincial professional team in Hutaishan. It’s really hard for him to imagine that he would be sitting here, like a teenager in front of him with enough accelerator. The little girl who doesn't know is talking about matching cars.
"Apple green?" Wei Sheng asked with interest.
Yuan Chunbo smiled and nodded.
Wei Sheng raised his eyebrows and said to himself, "That's really an old guy."
She remembered that a well-known singer surnamed Sun once owned one in the early days. If I remember correctly, it should be a 3.8-liter two-door sports car. A real old guy, I didn't expect to be lucky enough to see a new car.
Yuan Chunbo was startled, "Old guy?"
Wei Sheng smiled and refused to pick him up, "Would you like to see Yangfan before the game?"
Yuan Chunbo shook his head. This time he also took a lot of effort to get the boy to agree to the game. Although he was a hand-in-hand player, he stiffened his wings and made a big name.
With Yangfan's stubborn temper, it is not easy to be willing to play, so where is he willing to meet this little girl.
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It was completely dark on the winter night at half past six.
The Nanshan racing venue is huge enough to accommodate hundreds of people onlookers without hindering the racing races.
Shao Bingran and the others were all chattering when they came to the venue. All kinds of racing motorcycles, two-door sports cars, men and women with colorfully dyed hair, and a few waves of young and middle-aged people who looked obviously older than 30. The self-contained faction stands slightly aside without obstructing the perspective.
"Wow, Mercedes-Benz 380sl-v8! Open the canopy!" Li Xingyu looked around excitedly, everyone seemed to be infected by such a lively and different atmosphere.
"Huh? Is that Wei Sheng?"
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