Running the mountain road?

To be honest, Lin Xiangbei was really surprised when he heard this idea.

Because Lin Xiangbei was a standard "professional" in his previous life, unlike many professional drivers in this era, he started from performance car enthusiasts or even street drivers, and then gained favor from teams or sponsors, and thus transformed into professional drivers.

Lin Xiangbei started running professional karts at the age of eight, then ran Renault's primary formula step by step, then f3, gp2, and finally became a test driver for f1.

It can be said that Lin Xiangbei is just like a student studying, upgrading step by step, always in the most professional professional circle, and has never paid much attention to street racing, let alone running mountain roads.

Qin Hao said that, he started as a professional kart driver like himself. Toyota Youth Training is also the most professional F3 racing academy in Asia. His hobby has become drifting and attacking the mountain, and even wants to run a circle of mountain roads with him. This is indeed interesting.

“Is there any mountain in the East China Sea?”

Lin Xiangbei replied casually, at least he remembered that there seemed to be no twists and turns in the East China Sea, and it was just a small hill with a height of about 100 meters.

Sure enough, when Lin Xiangbei asked this, Qin Hao was stunned for a moment. He stayed in a hilly area in southern Guangdong Province, where mountain roads were almost everywhere, but he forgot that the East China Sea was completely different.

"It seems that there is no suitable mountain road."

"Next time, I'll run with you if I have a chance."

Lin Xiangbei waved his hand and replied, "Not even said anything else, Qin Hao gave a reward for giving him a round of gtr."

"Okay, but Shandao you may not be able to outperform me."

"That's going to happen before you can find out."

Lin Xiangbei never ran a mountain road. This type of underground racing car is too far away from the formula and belongs to a completely different type.

But just like the saying in martial arts, it is called "heavy swords without edges, and great tricks are not craftsmanship. When the driving skills reach a certain level, even if you drive a tractor, you can beat the opponent.

Of course Qin Hao is definitely not that weak, but Lin Xiangbei would never agree that he is a weak person before he ran away.

After saying these words to Qin Hao, Lin Xiangbei turned around and sat on his Mazda RX7. Today, his original idea was to go to the track to experience the ultimate performance of the last "rotor king".

Unexpectedly, the Mazda RX7 was driven on the track by the fat man, but the fat man drove the GTR that he had been thinking about day and night. It really tasted a bit by accident.

Just as Lin Xiangbei started RX7 and was about to go back, the window glass in the cab was suddenly knocked on. Outside the window, there was a strange middle-aged man's face, and he was wearing the work uniform of the Volkswagen 222 Convoy.

The Volkswagen 222 team still couldn't help it. Do you want to recruit yourself?

Lin Xiangbei rolled down the car window with this idea, but the first sentence the other party said was not what he thought.

"Young man, did you buy this car?"

He actually asked about the car?

Now even Lin Xiangbei was a little stunned. The other party didn't play according to the routine at all.

"Is there any problem?"

Lin Xiangbei asked a question.

The middle-aged man suddenly smiled, then gently stroked the car body with his hands, as if he had obtained a toy he loved.

"I just looked at the frame number. This car belongs to an old friend of mine."

When Lin Xiangbei heard this, he immediately understood that the middle-aged man in front of him might be Uncle Xu’s colleague in Volkswagen 222, and he recognized this Mazda RX7.

"Well, this car is not mine."

Lin Xiangbei didn't say much. If the other party really knew Uncle Xu, he should understand who this Mazda RX7 belongs to.

"No wonder you have this kind of driving skills, but then again, if you don't have this kind of driving skills, Lao Xu won't drive this car to you on the track, right?"

After saying this, the middle-aged man in front of him took his hand away from the rx7 car body, took a step back and said, "This is a good car, drive it well."

"I will."

Lin Xiangbei nodded, then loosened the clutch and turned the steering wheel, and turned around and drove towards the exit of the Donghai International Raceway.

"What are you talking about? Are you playing a puzzle?"

Fatty Chen asked Lin Xiangbei. He was confused when he heard the conversation just now and had no idea what the two of them meant.

“It’s hard to explain with your IQ,”

"Damn!"

Fatty Chen felt instantly insulted and seemed to rush over to settle the score with Lin Xiangbei.

However, this time Lin Xiangbei was very experienced and immediately stopped him loudly: "Fatty, what's wrong with this car? Then the old alcoholic will be burned with you!"

When Lin Xiangbei brought out the name of an old drunkard, Fatty Chen instantly became like an eggplant made by frost, and he fell in the passenger seat and immediately became honest.

I drove the car back to the car wash shop. Because I was on vacation today, Lin Xiangbei just parked it at the door of the store and did not need to go to work.

Chen Xiaoya from the front desk saw Lin Xiangbei coming, and immediately jumped out of the store, holding a box of biscuits in her hand and said, "Brother Xiangbei, these are the handmade biscuits I made yesterday, you can try it."

Before Lin Xiangbei could speak, he heard Fatty Chen say with a sad look on his face: "Xiaoya, your brother, I went racing early in the morning and haven't even eaten breakfast..."

"It's okay, just think of losing weight."

"Damn, am I your dear brother?"

Lin Xiangbei felt that the fat man was talking too much nonsense, so he slapped him on his head and pushed him away, then picked up a biscuit and tasted it.

To be honest, the taste is not very good...

"not bad."

Of course, Lin Xiangbei has read the basic "Emotional Intelligence", so he praised with a smile.

"Really? Then Brother Xiangbei will give you this biscuit, and you will have to eat it all."

This sentence made Lin Xiangbei’s smile a little stiff.

Leaving from the car wash shop, Lin Xiangbei did not return to his rental house, but went to a sports equipment store.

Running this lap on the track today made him understand how weak his current physical fitness is, especially his neck muscles, which could not hold on to the g value brought by sudden brakes and high-speed cornering.

To put it more exaggeratedly, even if there is an F1 car in front of Lin Xiangbei now, he will drive according to his habits in his previous life, and it is very likely that he will become the first driver in history to break his neck and die due to brakes or corners, creating an annual stupid news.

In order to avoid becoming the protagonist of the annual stupid news in the future, Lin Xiangbei decided to give up the previous "bodied body" level exercise intensity and began to demand himself according to the driver's standards.

The day passed quickly, and the next day, Lin Xiangbei went to work as usual, but saw the old drunkard standing at the door of the store early, but his eyes were on him.

You should know that according to the habit of an old drunkard, he rarely comes in the early morning. Most of the time he comes with a wine pot at noon and looks drunk and "sign up".
Chapter completed!