Just when Zhang Yifei was stunned, Junko Takeda blocked Zhang Yifei and said to the reporters: "Sorry, Mr. Zhang Yifei did not participate in any street fights. He just bravely stopped a harassment against women. This is an act that should be commended, not a question."

"Then why was Fei taken to the police station?"

"Last night, a passerby filmed a fight clip. How should Mr. Zhang Yifei explain all this?"

Another series of questions appeared, and it was obvious that these reporters were prepared, but Junko Takeda had a lot of experience in leading the team.

She looked as usual and replied: "It is normal for a public security incident to be questioned by the police. Now that flying can come out easily means that the street fight you mentioned is not valid."

"Also, I hope you can pay attention to your words and not bring some slanderous accusations to a righteous and brave young man!"

What Junko Takeda said was so righteous. Zhang Yifei stood behind and almost believed him. He couldn't tell that he could become a team manager. Sure enough, he still had two tricks.

Just as these reporters were planning to continue asking questions, Junko Takeda directly shirked: "Srry, Zhang Yifei is still a minor now, and he still has the second Formula Stop to participate in, so he doesn't want to be disturbed too much. Thank you for your support and cooperation."

After saying this, Junko Takeda gave a wink at Yamamoto Ukyo. The piece of wood was so clear today that she immediately reacted and pulled Zhang Yifei to the vehicle parked by the road.

Ah Hu and the others didn't understand what they said, but they still understood this posture and immediately became the identity of the left and right guardians. Several people put Zhang Yifei in the middle and escorted him towards the parking direction.

Zhang Yifei felt a little emotional about this situation. He had only seen celebrities receive this treatment in the past, but he didn't expect that he would experience it once today. Does it mean that he is going to be popular?

On the other hand, He Ziling had just gotten on Bentley when she saw Zhang Yifei at the police station door being blocked by a group of reporters. She subconsciously wanted to get out of the car and go to help.

But at this time Andre stopped her and said, "vilet, reporter interviews are very common in Europe, you don't have to worry about anything."

"No, I feel that these reporters are not good, and I am worried about the negative impact on Yifei."

"It doesn't matter. If they have any reports of slander and you are not satisfied, I can send a lawyer's letter to the newspaper at any time."

Andrei didn't care about Zhang Yifei at all, because the reason why he was willing to help was entirely because of the relationship between He Lang and He Ziling.

It can be said that from the beginning to the end, Andrei believed that Chinese boys like Zhang Yifei were not from the same class as him.

He didn't even want He Ziling to have too much contact with Zhang Yifei and his classmates. He took him out of the police station and was so kind and righteous.

Faced with Andre's obstruction, He Ziling couldn't say anything. After all, he helped him and Yifei very much today. And watching Yifei break through the reporter's obstruction and walk towards the vehicles parked on the roadside, He Ziling felt a little relieved.

Zhang Yifei sat back in the car, and the reporters were still reluctant to leave and asked questions outside the car window, just like dog skin plaster.

I’m so proud of your mother, should I pursue you so relentlessly? What’s the news value of a little transparency like this? Even if it’s reported, someone will really pay attention to it?

Zhang Yifei muttered in his heart, he couldn't understand what these reporters meant. At this time, Yukyo Yamamoto also started the vehicle and drove away from the police station as quickly as possible to avoid the entanglement of these reporters.

Just after the vehicle started, Zhang Yifei saw through the window and saw someone at the end of the street corner looking at him.

Perhaps feeling Zhang Yifei's gaze, he raised his right hand and made a gun move, then "fired" at Zhang Yifei's vehicle, with a smug smile on his face.

Madu? When he saw this person, Zhang Yifei was shocked. He didn't expect Madu to appear here and make such a gesture to himself.

No wonder I always feel that all this is illogical. It would be fine if I was an F driver. After all, my fame is there, and there will definitely be a press conference to pay attention to when I enter the bureau.

But you have to know that I am just a small role in the Elementary Formula. I just achieved some results at the Monza station in Europe, but I haven't reached the level that reporters pay so much attention, and I won't be able to interview on site.

Now all this can finally be explained, and there is still a mastermind behind it, but it is unknown whether all this was designed by Madu or he just played a role in fueling the fire.

"Munko, can you check the information about the No. 9 driver Madu who was the same as me?"

Suddenly hearing Zhang Yifei's words, Junko Takeda was a little surprised. She asked back: "Is it Madu, the No. 9 driver who failed to overtake in the qualifying race and then rushed out of the track?"

"Yes, I saw him standing on the corner of the street just now, so I suspected that all this might have something to do with him."

"What?"

Junko Takeda looked surprised. She never expected that Madu would participate.

"Why did he do this with him without any private contact and holidays except for accidents on the track?"

Hearing this, Zhang Yifei replied with a wry smile: "I have to ask him, but judging from his driving style, this kind of person acts more extreme or has the possibility of potential racism."

"If you fail to overtake, you will run out of the track, your car will be scrapped and your points will be zero at Monza Station. It is impossible for this guy to not want to take revenge with your personality. Only by knowing yourself and your enemy can you win every battle. Let's first see what this guy's background is."

"I understand, and I will retrieve his driver's information when I go back."

Formula racing is often not as calm as it appears. Even if it is the same team, driver No. 1 and driver No. 2 are very common.

Take the familiar car god Senna as an example. There have been several malicious crashes between him and "Professor" Prost, both teammates and opponents.

It was directly knocked out other drivers out of the track for the sake of the championship, and it might be drooled in later generations, but it was not uncommon on the F field in the 1980s and 1990s.

But these are things on the surface, and Zhang Yifei really doesn't know whether it has happened in Formula Racing, or that it has not been exposed even if it happened.

After all, many things are easy to avoid open guns, but hidden arrows are hard to defend against. Zhang Yifei really has to guard against.

When he returned to the hotel, Andre's Bentley had already stopped at the hotel door. Seeing Zhang Yifei and the others coming, He Ziling immediately walked over and asked, "Yifei, what happened at the police station just now, why are there so many reporters?"

"Nothing big, I've been humiliated."

"What does it mean?"

He Ziling was not in the same car with Zhang Yifei and the others, so she didn't know about Madu.

However, at this time, Zhang Yifei had no time to explain to He Ziling, but came to Andrei and asked him: "Lawyer Andrei, I want to know who was in conflict with us last night, and how did you make them give up the prosecution."

"A member of a street gang in Milan said they wanted to invite two ladies to have a drink, and then they were stopped by you. Seeing that you were Asian men, they felt it was easy to bully, and finally there was a conflict."

"The reason for giving up is also very simple. Two of them are illegal immigrants from North Africa. I warn them that if they do not give up the prosecution, illegal immigrants will be deported."

"The other gang members also have a lot of criminal records. I don't know if you will go in in the end, but if they don't give up on prosecution and withdrawal, they will definitely go in before you."

Andre had a confident smile on his face, and these operations were simply trivial to them.

Just like in Hong Kong Island TV series, the goal of hoping that your child will be successful is to become a doctor and a lawyer. European and American lawyers represent the upper class, especially international law firms that enter the partnership system, which is a symbol of successful people.

"Yifei, what's wrong?"

He Ziling was confused when she heard it, and she had no idea what Zhang Yifei was saying.

"On the way back, I saw another driver who had previously qualifying supercar but did not have a successful accident in the end. I suspect that all this has something to do with him."

"No, my brother said that Formula drivers have high requirements. Most families are either rich or noble, and they do such despicable things?"

Before Zhang Yifei could answer, Andre said in a disdainful tone: "Formulas are games for a group of rich boys in their teenagers. You can count on what higher education they can receive at this age, so this quality is normal."

After saying this, Zhang Yifei was simply covered in black. Wasn’t he even scolded himself?

Although this guy helped him, the vague sense of superiority and the habit of invisible pretentiousness made Zhang Yifei feel a little unhappy with Andre.

"Andre, why don't you find a way to check it out and see if the people who caused the trouble were arranged by Madou."

"No problem, I'm willing to serve you."

Maybe He Ziling couldn't stand this style, so she quickly added: "Then you go check it first, I'll wait for your news."

“k.”

Andre nodded, left the hotel and left in the Bentley.

"How can this person be so good?"

Ah Hu had been holding it in for a long time, and when he saw Andre leaving, he couldn't help but complain again.

"What do you know? The British are like this tone, and others call it aristocratic style."

Zhang Yifei didn't want to embarrass He Ziling too much. After all, she was the one who invited her brother to help, so she stopped Ah Hu from continuing to complain.

However, what Zhang Yifei did not expect was that He Ziling turned around at this time: "Actually, I am not very adaptable to his style..."

The delay of this unexpected incident made Zhang Yifei's plan to set off to the Hockenheim Raceway in Germany only last one day.

This did not have much impact. The competition is still nearly half a month, so I am not in a hurry for a day or two.

But that night, Zhang Yifei began to understand the intention of Madu doing this, because Italian TV broadcast the scene of himself leaving the police station and only introduced the fight, without explaining the cause in detail.

In this way, in the audience, I was fighting with another group of people on the street at night, and my image had a negative impact. At the same time, Kubica's accusation of overtaking after the game and other affected drivers jointly certified.
Chapter completed!