"Zhang Yifei is out, come on!"

"Champion! Fly, you must win the championship!"

"The first track! Break the main race again, have a hat trick!"

"Fei, I'm waiting for you to copy the miracle of the Renault Formula, and it will always be the most dazzling star on the track!"

Although Zhang Yifei did not have many fans and was incomparable to BMW supporters at home, the sound made at this moment was not small at all.

The reason is no different. Zhang Yifei is the biggest winner of the Austrian A1 track so far, and the winner is qualified to speak loudly.

"Fei, how do you feel this time?"

Henry asked Zhang Yifei with a smile, instead of Prost, who had appeared together in the past.

Because racing has reached a critical period, Ferrari engine and the previous Peugeot engine are two completely different types, and various adjustments and supporting facilities are considered to be from scratch.

Moreover, the fleet was financially difficult before, and the R&D department greatly streamlined personnel, which resulted in a lack of manpower and a lot of supporting pressure.

This has already appeared when Zhang Yifei ran to the Grand Prix in O Island. As a f1 team, he could not even achieve the most basic technical support for the f3 race. It can be seen that the resources of the Prost team are indeed very embarrassing.

For next year's results, Prost chose to stick to the French R&D center instead of coming to the track to watch the game. So this time, the team management who accompanied the factory became the team leader Henry.

“The victory tastes great.”

Zhang Yifei waved his hand to signal to his supporters, and replied to Henry.

Compared with the scenes where they were isolated in the past, they have now become at least one of the F1 drivers. Some drivers may not have changed much in their attitude, but on the surface, they have to pay attention to themselves.

Zhang Yifei is already very satisfied with this. He is not US dollars, so he can ask everyone to like it, and it is enough to have awe!

As soon as Zhang Yifei appeared, media gathered around. Judging from the Taiwan logo on the microphone, there are not only European media, but also many Asian media, such as Japan Kyodo News Agency, Peninsula News Agency, and even the long-lost China Huaxin News Agency.

"Fei, your performance in returning to the track this time is amazing, even surpassing your previous results and getting pole position. Are you confident of winning the main championship?"

A AFP reporter handed the microphone to Zhang Yifei. After all, he is now a driver of the French team. Compared with the French media, the French media are relatively friendly to Zhang Yifei.

"Of course I have confidence. I said in the interview before the race that returning to the track has no impact on me, and this is just a normal performance."

A little arrogant!

Hearing Zhang Yifei's answer, the driver next to him changed slightly, and even Schumacher couldn't help but look at Zhang Yifei.

"But as we understand, your opponent has already made sufficient preparations this time and may not allow you to win easily."

"Then let it come over. I look forward to their better performance. Only in this way can I show my strongest strength!"

Zhang Yifei did not care about the other drivers present at all. His belief was to bear it if he lost and to be crazy if he won.

Even if I was the last Brazil Grand Prix, I received less ridicule and abuse? Even the threat of death has come out. The facts have proved that pretending to be a grandson is useless. I can't bear it when I should be arrogant. At least I'm not in vain and I've been crazy!

After hearing this, a British reporter from Reuters immediately handed the microphone to Montoya on the other side.

"Montoya, the driver Fei seems to be sure to win. In the head-on confrontation, you have lost to Fei many times. Do you have the confidence to turn the tables this time?"

This question is simply a matter of not opening any pot. Montoya has been under great pressure recently, and the skin of Latin mixed races is also darker, so her face is even darker than that of Hamilton later.

"What do you want to express in this sentence? I think I'm better than flying. Is it a turnaround to win?"

Montoya has a irritable temper in history. Later, he changed the team to fight against his teammates, and he was so angry!

Now because he is a newcomer stage, he is still quite honest and low-key. He is more sulking with himself and dare not refute the strong Sir Williams.

However, the question from Reuters reporters stinged the pain that Montoya didn't want to mention, so it broke out.

Montoya's outbreak caused dissatisfaction among many Zhang Yifei fans who were watching.

"It's not worthy of a comeback. Which game can beat Zhang Yifei by virtue of strength?"

"The only draw was to rely on the crash, did you tell me that too?"

"Shutup, you don't deserve to be Fei's opponent!"

The onlookers in the driver's waiting area were just a small fence between them, which was very close. So Montoya could clearly hear their complaints and insults.

Faced with these words, Montoya had no way to refute it. Indeed, he had never beat Zhang Yifei directly. What could he do to talk about it?

But Montoya couldn't speak back, which does not mean that Williams fans and Colombia car fans at the scene would not speak back.

"Montoya is the champion, what is Fei?"

"Now Montoya is five times ahead of the Chinese. If you have the ability, let Zhang Yifei line up ahead of him?"

"Do you want to experience the feeling of standing on the podium of the world champion? Sorry, Chinese boys may not be able to experience it in their lifetime."

"It's worthy of being a Chinese local bun. I don't even know what the winning standards of F1 are. Who tells you which game leads is the winner?"

"Come on Montoya, Williams-BMW is the strongest!"

The clamor at the scene became louder and louder, and even began to move towards commotion. Although there was no sign of football hooligan in the F1 car world yet, this kind of close-range spit can easily cause the risk of conflict.

Therefore, the security personnel on the scene tried their best to isolate the fans of both sides to avoid physical conflicts.

At the same time, interviewing reporters also turned the microphone to other drivers, such as Barrichello of Ferrari.

"Hello Barrichello, I'm an Associated Press reporter. Your results in this qualifying match are not ideal. And during the interview before the game, you were very friendly in facing Fei. Many people think that you are a cowardly and surrender. What do you want to say about this?"

During the interview before the game, Barrichello really wanted to improve his relationship with Zhang Yifei. After all, the Brazilian Grand Prix has created a death threat, and it is not good for his reputation to become bigger.

However, this kind of problem is undoubtedly a bit unlucky for Barrichello. He can show kindness in behavior, but must be strong in attitude. After all, he is the strongest driver on the track at present, and the top three who are capable of striking the world championship title, how can he surrender to a newcomer?

"Cowardly? This is simply a joke. I just welcome and friendly to Fei's return to the track because of my driver. I don't know what I would be considered as surrender."

"Then what you mean is that you plan to teach Fei another lesson?"

"The lesson is not a question, but I think I can give a lesson to fly in the A1 track."

Teach me a class?

Hearing this answer, Zhang Yifei grinned and looked at Barrichello with a playful look.

The Green Leaf Rider is still a bit tough at his peak, but I'm sorry, I'm fully prepared for this A1 track and can't take this class!

The remaining driver interviews were not as scented as Zhang Yifei and others. Iceman was still as simple as ever, and asking was vain.

As for Schumacher, he obviously had no interest in accepting interviews this time, and almost always answered perfunctorily. However, in many casual eyes, he was always staring at Zhang Yifei.

This may be the first time Schumacher regarded the Chinese boy in front of him as his opponent on the track.

After the drivers gathered, the float was parading the track. Just as Zhang Yifei was about to board the float, a familiar native language came from behind him.

"Zhang Yifei, I am a reporter from Huaxin News Agency. Can you tell you a few words?"

Hearing this voice, Zhang Yifei stopped his steps and found a petite female reporter behind him, with the microphone marked by China Huaxin News Agency.

"sure."

Zhang Yifei stopped his own pace. Chinese media now have serious lack of influence overseas and the number of press stations is also very short, so he basically can't encounter any domestic reporter interviews in the competition.

Therefore, Zhang Yifei never refuses interviews with domestic media overseas.

"First of all, congratulations on getting the pole position. This is the first pole position and fastest lap speed of the Chinese Formula driver in F1, making history. Do you have anything to say about this result?"

"I want to say that this is just the beginning. The limits of Chinese drivers are far more than that, and they can also stand on the highest podium!"

"Does this sentence indicate that you have the confidence to win the Austrian Grand Prix?"

"If you don't have confidence, you won't have the chance to stand here and interview me today."

Maybe this young female reporter had never interviewed such a direct and ostentatious Chinese athlete, and she was obviously a little uncomfortable.

Just as she was stunned, the staff began to remind Zhang Yifei to board the float, and the parade was about to begin.

Seeing that Zhang Yifei was about to leave, a female reporter from Huaxin News Agency shouted loudly: "Zhang Yifei, Chinese audiences are waiting for you to win the championship!"

Hearing this, Zhang Yifei, who was already standing on the stairs, stopped again.

"This time, I will not disappoint everyone who supports me anymore. I hope to see you again after the game, in the championship interview area."

"Okay, I'll wait for you!"
Chapter completed!