"Uncle Xu, today the sun comes out from the west, so you came so early?"

Lin Xiangbei saw the old drunkard waiting early at the store, and joked a little unexpectedly.

"Speak serious."

The old drunkard lit a cigarette for himself, ignoring Lin Xiangbei's hippie smile.

"Well, I went to the track yesterday."

"And you also broke the fastest lap of GTR on the Donghai International Track and surpassed the Volkswagen 222 youth training driver for more than 4 seconds, right?"

The old drunkard was like he was on the scene, telling Lin Xiangbei's performance on the East China Sea International Track with a clear understanding.

"It was your teammate from Donghai Volkswagen before that told me."

Lin Xiangbei remembered the middle-aged man wearing Volkswagen 222 work uniform when he left yesterday. It was obvious that he was an old drunkard teammate when he was in the Volkswagen 222 team and knew the Mazda RX7.

"Why not profession?"

Xu Lang did not explicitly tell him who told him about Lin Xiangbei’s incident at the East China Sea track, but changed his question.

“I’m not interested in the RV track race.”

"Then what do you want to run away?"

Faced with this problem, Lin Xiangbei suddenly fell silent.

If he followed his previous dream, he wanted to become China's first official F1 driver, rather than the test driver who stayed off the court, and could only watch others enjoy the cheers of the audience.

However, with the current conditions, it is obviously not a realistic thing to want to run F1, so Lin Xiangbei was a little confused and didn't know what to run.

"If you want to become a genius driver, don't waste your talent and make your choice as soon as possible."

After saying this, the old drunkard stood up straight and was about to turn around and walk into the store.

But at this moment, the old drunkard seemed to remember something, and suddenly stopped and said, "I have a few acquaintances in the racing school. If you want, you can help you register your racing license."

If you want to become a professional driver, you must first obtain a special racing license, otherwise you will not be able to participate in professional competitions under the China Automobile Association or the FIA.

The racing license is divided into 6 levels, from low to high, namely G, E, C, B, A, and the S-level super license specially established for F1.

Among them, the G and E-level racing licenses are equivalent to the entry level. You can easily obtain them by just a few days of training in a racing school and having a modified car and running through several municipal small competitions.

If you have a strong relationship or strong strength, you can even take a shortcut from the racing school to get an E-Class racing license.

According to Lin Xiangbei's performance on the East China Sea International Raceway today and his relationship with an old drunkard acquaintance, if you go to the racing school to register, you should jump directly to the E-level racing license.

The review standards for C-level racing licenses from E-level to higher must be much stricter, because C-level racing licenses already belong to the category of international competition driver's licenses and can participate in national events and international competitions.

Therefore, if you want to get a C-level racing license, the prerequisite is that you can only apply for a replacement after participating in at least two national-level events based on the E-level racing license.

Other racing licenses such as B and A are the same. The only difference is the F1 super driver's license. On the basis of achievements, it also needs to pass the special approval review of the FIA.

In a sense, F1 can be called the pinnacle of professional racing, and it is indeed different everywhere.

No matter what racing event Lin Xiangbei chooses in the future, the competition license is essential, so he nodded to the old drunkard, which was considered to be agreeing to this matter.

After changing into work clothes, Lin Xiangbei was about to start work, but at this time he suddenly realized that even the old drunkard came to the store early today. Fatty Chen, who had always arrived earlier than him, did not see him.

With this doubt, Lin Xiangbei came to the front desk and looked at Chen Xiaoya and asked, "Xiaoya, why haven't your brother come today?"

"He came back very late yesterday. When I went out in the morning, the doors were closed. Maybe I got up late."

Hearing this, Lin Xiangbei subconsciously turned around and looked outside the store. The parking space where Toyota Crown was usually parked was indeed empty. This scene made Lin Xiangbei frown a little. The fat man shouldn't have gone to some underground racing car last night?

To be honest, Fat Chen’s driving skills are not bad according to the standards of ordinary people. At least he has been on the track. However, his driving skills are far from good, at least he does not have enough strength to deal with emergencies on the street, not to mention that he is driving a broken car like Toyota Crown!

Thinking of this, Lin Xiangbei took out his cell phone and called Fatty Chen, but a prompt sound that the other party had turned off was heard from it.

What the hell is fat guy?

Just as Lin Xiangbei was about to call again, a car drove into the car wash room, and he could only put down the phone in his hand for the time being.

Time passed by minute by minute, and it was almost noon when Lin Xiangbei saw Fatty Chen coming. It was just that he came over, and he looked like he was bruised and swollen, with a circle of gauze wrapped around his head.

"Why does this kind of virtue have a car?"

Lin Xiangbei asked.

"Crashed."

"Is it a collision? Have you driven the Toyota Crown again and raced with someone else?"

Lin Xiangbei's voice became cold at this time. He had helped Fat Chen once last time. Sometimes he didn't teach him some lessons. It's no joke that underground racing really will die.

"I didn't race with anyone else!"

Fatty Chen replied with some grievance when facing Lin Xiangbei's cold words.

"Then why did you do the Toyota Crown last night? Why did you hit me?"

"Can you give me a breath first? I'm also a wounded person after all."

Fatty Chen looked helpless and wanted to find a place to sit down first.

"explain."

Before Fat Chen gave a reasonable explanation, Lin Xiangbei did not plan to let him go so easily.

"Okay, I'll say!"

"Didn't we go to the track yesterday? After I came back, I thought about the scene on the track. There was a flame of speed and passion burning in my body, which could not be extinguished."

"Say the point!"

Lin Xiangbei urged, interrupting Fatty Chen's urge to run the train.

"The point is that I couldn't help it later. I took advantage of the fact that I had fewer cars on the road after midnight, so I opened the Huacoon in the store to go for two laps on the road to enjoy my enjoyment."

"And you hit it?"

"Of course not. My driving skills are not as good as that. I was hit by someone all the way."

"Someone left a car?"

Lin Xiangbei was a little surprised. Logically speaking, those who drove on the road had more or less experienced someone else's car. But those who could not get to the point of crashing were either racing with people or malicious revenge when they encountered road rage.

Fatty Chen started to say that he didn’t race with anyone, and he was just having fun running around on the road. Could it be that he encountered road rage?

But then again, ordinary people with road rage really can't escape Fatty Chen. After all, those who can get road rage on the main road are not much higher.

"Well, I was given goodbye to a BMW M3, and it was intentional."

"Nonsense, can you stop crashing? Can you do it on purpose?"

"I mean, he has been planning to seek revenge since the beginning, and I am in a shooting!"

"Whose gun did you lie?"

Lin Xiangbei asked a question.

"your."

When Fatty Chen said this, he looked at Lin Xiangbei with aggrieved little eyes.

mine?
Chapter completed!