When Wang Yanjing saw Zhang Yifei's tow truck, she almost shed tears. He waited alone in the cold wind for more than an hour. If Zhang Yifei released the pigeon, tomorrow would probably be his own doomsday.

"Hello Uncle Zhang!"

When Wang Yanjing saw Zhang Zhiguo, he quickly asked. He had been to Zhang Yifei's house several times, and naturally he had also met Zhang Zhiguo.

"Um."

Zhang Zhiguo nodded and responded, and then came to the King of Jetta. At this time, the front hood had been opened and the ground was covered with dripping oil.

After a brief look, Zhang Zhiguo understood that this was the car tachometer entering the red light area. Due to the high temperature and excessive cylinder pressure, the valve was collapsed. This situation is actually not common in civilian cars. It is more common for modified engines. Excessively pressing the horsepower leads to insufficient structural strength. Combined with this on the top of Qixing Mountain, Zhang Zhiguo naturally understood what was the reason.

"You're deadly, use this Jetta car?"

Zhang Zhiguo turned around and shouted at Zhang Yifei. Before, Zhang Yifei only said a little bit of a glitch, but he didn't expect that this was the case. Using this kind of civil car racing mountain road is simply asking for death!

This roar scared Wang Yanjing. He hurriedly hid behind Zhang Yifei. Unexpectedly, Uncle Zhang usually looked taciturn and gentle, but when he got angry, he was so fierce.

Zhang Yifei did not refute this time because as a professional driver, he should understand the importance of rules and safety more than ordinary people. He has only been in this world for half a year. From the beginning of "pretending to be deaf and dumb" to slowly adapting, the only thing that remains unchanged is his love for cars, so he couldn't resist this opportunity.

Seeing that Zhang Yifei did not talk back, just stood silently, Zhang Zhi felt a little relieved in his heart. At least this kid could listen to it, and he had grown up.

So Zhang Zhiguo didn't say much. He was not the kind of nagging personality. He silently hung the tow rope on the Jetta King's trailer hook, then started the motor and slowly pulled the car to the rear board. At this time, Zhang Yifei also came over and started to fix the car skillfully.

"I didn't see you helping at home, so I'm quite skillful in the movements."

"I will naturally know how to read it, and Ah Hu and the others have taught me."

Zhang Yifei made an excuse casually. The towing pace is indeed not complicated, and I can read it a few more times, let alone Zhang Yifei's family-born skills, but Zhang Yifei's proficiency is related to the rally racing in his previous life. As for Ah Hu, an apprentice in the car repair shop, his age is basically the same. Zhang Yifei often plays with his apprentice in his car repair shop during holidays.

After getting the trailer, several people sat in the car and returned to the repair shop. The atmosphere in the car was still very silent. Wang Yanjing was not as calm as Zhang Yifei. After causing a big disaster, she was still in a state of panic. Zhang Yifei simply didn't know what to say.

"Do you think you can race?"

Zhang Zhiguo first broke this calmness. He looked ahead and suddenly said, "The object of this sentence is naturally Zhang Yifei."

"meeting."

Zhang Yifei answered very directly that he could not hide such a thing anyway, so he could just take this opportunity to say it out.

“I’m talking about racing, not driving.”

Zhang Zhiguo emphasized that he knew that Zhang Yifei could drive, and even taught him how to get started. When he was free, Zhang Yifei would try to get in the car. He also wanted to go on the car with the apprenticeships in the store and set off when he was not around. Zhang Zhiguo actually knew all these. After all, he was in this industry and Zhang Zhiguo did not object to Zhang Yifei's contact with cars.

But driving is different from racing. Even the so-called veteran drivers are not worth mentioning in front of professional drivers. Rally drivers, even if they are walking around alleys, drive much faster than ordinary people, especially for top F1 drivers. The distance between the tire and the guardrail is calculated in millimeters when cutting corners in the inner line. If you add the premise of 200km/h, you will understand how terrifying professional drivers are.

Just like the old saying goes, never use your amateur hobbies to challenge others' ability to eat.

Zhang Yifei did not answer directly this time. He was hesitating whether to admit it. If he admits, how can he justify himself?

After thinking for a while, Zhang Yifei said, "I don't think there is any problem with running this mountain road."

In the end, he did not emphasize that he could race. After all, this matter was too fantastic and could not explain how he could do it. So Zhang Yifei could only use this ambiguous answer to show that he was not a high school student's nonsense, and was fully confident of running the mountain road.

It was obvious that Zhang Yifei's answer could not convince Zhang Zhiguo. He snorted heavily: "If you are really fine, then this Jetta will not be hung on the trailer!"

Zhang Yifei was speechless now. After all, Jetta King was indeed out of the box, and he could not prove that he could race. More importantly, he understood that traditional parents like Zhang Zhiguo were often useless to communicate with their mouths, and they had to put the facts in front of him.

Zhang Yifei stopped talking, and with Wang Yanjing, an outsider, Zhang Zhiguo couldn't say anything, so he drove the tow truck back to the repair shop. It was almost twelve o'clock in the evening. Zhang Zhiguo got out of the car and said to Wang Yanjing: "Shu Tao, this car was broken by my boy, I will definitely repair it completely. If your father wants to ask, ask him to come to the repair shop to find me."

"Uncle Zhang, this actually has something to do with me, it's not a matter of flying alone."

Wang Yanjing quickly replied, judging from the atmosphere on the trailer, if Zhang Yifei took the blame, it would probably be unpleasant. No matter how you say it, you should be loyal!

When Zhang Yifei heard Wang Yanjing's words, he also glanced at him. Unexpectedly, this kid looked cowardly and did not blame him at the critical moment.

"I understand, it's too late, you can go back first."

"Okay, Uncle Zhang, I'll leave first."

Wang Yanjing waved her hand, then shook her eyes at Zhang Yifei, but Zhang Yifei waved his hand indifferently and signaled him to leave first.

As Wang Yanjing left, Zhang Zhiguo turned around and stared at Zhang Yifei. His chest was fluctuating significantly. You could feel that he suppressed anger. This anger was not only caused by Zhang Yifei's breaking a car, but also by the anger of this boy playing racing desperately without knowing the height of the world.

Feeling Zhang Zhiguo's gaze, Zhang Yifei became nervous at this time. I would not be reborn in this world. I will encounter "domestic violence" for the first time. If this fight really starts, will I hide or something? No matter how the other party says it, it is my own. There is really no solution to deal with me.

But the imagined "domestic violence" did not come. Zhang Zhiguo sighed deeply and said, "You go upstairs to sleep first, I will deal with this car."

Don’t plan to teach a lesson? Zhang Yifei was a little surprised by this result. He probably couldn’t help it if he was aware of himself, let alone parents who are generally “stick education” in this era.

After saying this, Zhang Zhiguo began to unload the truck from the tow truck, intending to repair the Jetta King overnight. After all, his son caused trouble. As a father, even if he was angry and angry, he could only clean up this mess.

After removing the Jetta King, he turned around and saw Zhang Yifei standing there, and said, "What are you still standing? Go upstairs to go to bed."

"Are you planning to repair overnight? I'll help you."

Zhang Yifei replied, just now he looked at Zhang Zhiguo's back, and for a moment he suddenly felt that he had some understanding of the "Back View" written by Zhu Ziqing in the textbook when he was in school. Maybe this is the father of the older generation.

"What will you fix? Don't make trouble here."

"I can't repair it, but this engine has no repair value. I can still help you change the engine."

Generally, the cylinders of civilian vehicles are exploded, especially valves like this, and the piston deformation is severely damaged, and there is basically no maintenance value. Even if it can be repaired, it is difficult to restore the engine working condition after repair to the original working condition level, so it is better to change the engine directly.

"Do you know you want to change the engine?"

Today, Zhang Yifei's words and deeds were really beyond Zhang Zhiguo's expectations. You should know that in the past, Zhang Yifei moved the car in a car repair shop, and handed over parts and handled the engine level. The precision and professional repairs of high school students like Zhang Yifei could not be understood by just a glance. As a result, he said directly that there was no maintenance value and wanted to change the engine, which was much better than his usual level.

"Old man, you still know too little about me."

Zhang Yifei replied with a smile, "The sentence is half true and half false." The false side is naturally that he is no longer the Zhang Yifei he used to be. The real side is that Zhang Zhiguo is busy with maintenance work, and there is no emotional exchange between the father and son. As he grows older, the generation gap between the two sides becomes bigger and bigger.

This sentence made Zhang Zhiguo silent. Since Zhang Yifei's mother passed away, he has no way to bear the dual responsibilities of his father and mother alone, and can only satisfy Zhang Yifei materially. Indeed, he does not understand what his son is thinking when he grows up.

"Okay, then you can leave a hand in hand."

The two moved the Jetta King to the maintenance position and began to disassemble the frame to prepare to remove the engine. During the process, Zhang Yifei was very skilled, which was also the characteristic of later Chinese professional drivers. That is, there was no strong professional team support in the early days, and many drivers had developed some maintenance skills.

Of course, the reason why Zhang Yifei stayed was not entirely for repairing cars. His real goal was to put the Ford Cobra in the warehouse. Just as Zhang Zhiguo is confused and unexpected about Zhang Yifei's various performances, Zhang Yifei was also very curious about why there was a Ford top-level performance car in the warehouse where he was placed there to eat dust, and his own home was just an ordinary car repair shop, which was also illogical.

"Old man, what's going on with the Ford SVT Cobra in the warehouse?"
Chapter completed!