Lu Ningping's words made Zhang Yifei, who was originally going to push the door and get off the car, stop. In fact, he had been mentally prepared for this problem. After all, something abnormal is a monster. Some things are too unreasonable and it is impossible to hide them from everyone's eyes. Moreover, Lu Ningping is also a generation of Chinese car king, so it is strange that he can't tell it.

"No, but there was a professional driver running before Qixingshan, and I studied with me for a while."

To be honest, Zhang Yifei himself didn't know how to explain it, so he could only rely on this matter in a direction that could not be verified. He believed that Lu Ningping would not be bored and checked whether there were any professional drivers in Qixingshan who had been running for a while.

"Then this professional driver must be very strong."

Lu Ningping replied meaningfully, and he also felt that Zhang Yifei seemed to have hidden something, but Lu Ningping's imagination was several times bigger. He probably wouldn't have thought that something like a reborn person would happen in this world.

"He is quite strong. I heard that he has gone abroad now. I don't know if there are any racing cars."

Zhang Yifei added another sentence, and it would be impossible to verify this "mysterious driver" abroad. Otherwise, in China, according to Lu Ningping's identity and status, it would be really hard to find a professional driver.

As long as Lu Ningping passes this level, Zhang Yifei will not have to worry about the problem of illogical driving skills in the future, because his identity will be the apprentice of a Chinese generation of car kings in the future. Others may be shocked, but they will not be too suspicious.

In order to avoid Lu Ningping's continued questioning, Zhang Yifei began to change the topic at this moment and said: "Uncle Lu, you have also seen my driving skills tonight. I really want to take the professional racing path, and even regard racing as life as important, so I hope Uncle Lu, you can take me into the profession."

Hearing Zhang Yifei say this, Lu Ningping still did not agree directly, but looked out the car window and replied: "Yifei, it's not that I don't want to take you, let's not talk about technical things, even if it's my relationship with your father, I can't stand by."

When talking about this, Lu Ningping sighed and continued: "It's just that five years have passed, and many things have changed. I am no longer a rally driver, and I can't even be sure whether I can give you the best guidance and help in this regard."

"I told your dad before that it is not a rude to help you find better professional drivers in Hong Kong Island or even Japan. This is not a rut, but there are many people in the world who are better than me. Seeing your talent in racing tonight makes me firmly believe that you should get the most top professional training so that you can develop better."

Zhang Yifei could understand Lu Ningping's idea, but he could not agree: "No, Uncle Lu, unless I go to Europe for further study, the whole Asia will reach your level, and there will be basically no qualitative differences in technology. It is meaningless to find other drivers."

"Uncle Lu, even I believe so firmly. Can't you trust yourself?"

Zhang Yifei was a little sad at this time. He was also a professional driver in his previous life and could understand the arrogance and confidence that a driver needed. It is really a pity that the Chinese generation of car kings was so depressed by a death accident.

What Zhang Yifei said is also true. Professional racing can be roughly divided into three types, namely f1, field racing and rally. f1 is an event that requires extremely capital and technology accumulation. China started very late in this regard, basically zero. Even to the entire Asian range, except for Japan, it is barely a little bit of noise, other countries are all equated.

The track race is not very good at home at present. After all, this is also very limited by the development of the automobile industry. Without a good enough foundation, it is difficult to drive a group of track racers.

However, in rallying, the performance of Chinese drivers is far better than that of F1 and field races. In the future, more than ten drivers will participate in the world's top cross-country races, such as the more familiar Dakar Rally in China. Among them, Zhou Yong is one of the top 20 players in the world, second only to Japanese car king Hirokazuki.

In addition, several drivers have won the Asian Rally Championship titles, and their overall strength is only slightly lower than that of Japan. They are among the best in Asia, but they are far inferior to their opponents in terms of team size. So just in terms of driver strength, unless Zhang Yifei chooses to study in Europe, there will be no drivers of Lu Ningping in Asia.

Faced with Zhang Yifei's firm tone, Lu Ningping showed a faint smile on his face and said, "Plan the car first, let's talk about it later."

Zhang Yifei was not in a hurry and drove the wild horse into the alley and was about to park in the warehouse behind the car repair shop. At this moment, the warehouse door was open, and Zhang Zhiguo and Feng Linmu were sitting inside, and they were also waiting for Zhang Yifei and Lu Ningping to come back.

After parking the car, Feng Linmu first leaned over and asked, "Yifei, how about running with Shen Dong of the Oriental Convoy?"

“It’s easy to win.”

Hearing this, Zhang Zhiguo immediately said with a smile on his face, "Old Lu, I'll say that Yifei is talented, you don't have to think about it anymore."

Zhang Zhiguo was still very nervous before because he knew that Shen Dong was a semi-professional driver. Although this kid showed good driving skills, he had never experienced the test of fighting with real drivers. He was really not sure whether he could beat Zhang Zhiguo. If Lu Ningping hadn't gone with him, he wouldn't dare let Zhang Yifei run, for fear that something would happen to the young man.

Now that I have been confirmed, I have put down the big stone in my heart, and a sense of pride arises naturally. After all, my son is still very strong.

"I am very talented, but Zhiguo, you also know that I teach karting in Hong Kong. It is no longer suitable to run karting at Yifei's current age. If I return to the mainland to guide Yifei Rally, it would be better to let Yifei directly try out the professional team from scratch, so that I really won't delay Yifei!"

Lu Ningping was a little helpless. He could understand the unwillingness of these old guys and wanted to reorganize a professional team. But reason made him calm down. The times no longer belonged to them, such as the "old guys". Modern professional teams should be much more rigorous and professional.

In fact, Zhang Zhiguo and the others knew that with the entry of automobile manufacturers and capital, the threshold for domestic professional teams is getting higher and higher. It is no exaggeration to say that they are spending money. A single rally car starts at least five million. It is really difficult to start from scratch and it takes too much time. Just consider Zhang Yifei's future and may go directly to the professional team for trial training, which will be a better choice.

The son's future and inner obsession are the confrontation between rationality and emotion, which makes Zhang Zhiguo embarrassed, so he can only light a cigarette silently and fall into deep thought.

However, just when everyone else was unable to make a decision, Zhang Yifei asked excitedly: "Uncle Lu, are you teaching karts in Hong Kong? Is it a toy-like type of amusement park or a primary type?"
Chapter completed!