To be honest, Lin Xiangbei has always maintained a skepticism about the identity of the old alcoholic being the strongest rally driver in China.

The reason is that the old drunkard has a virtuous personality. Apart from the professional racing cars in that warehouse, there are really no signs of top professional drivers.

But the old drunkard's words made Lin Xiangbei see the confidence and domineering spirit that a driver who once stood at the top had. This momentum was also found in Lin Xiangbei, who was in China.

"I understand, I'll solve this."

After saying this, Lin Xiangbei got up and prepared to return to the car wash shop. He was really not very adaptable to the "smoky" environment of the black-laboratory hall.

"By the way, the rx7's Yugong accessories may be shipped to Donghai in the past two days. Then you can drive the car to Lao Shen to modify it."

"So fast?"

Lin Xiangbei was a little surprised. You should know that Yugong Modification Factory is not a big manufacturer among Japanese modification brands. The ability to generate modification accessories is very limited, and many things even need to be customized.

In just a few days, the old drunkard has contacted the Yugong Renovation Factory, and even the modification accessories can be shipped over quickly. Could it be that the old drunkard and Yuumi Yuumi are also half-brothers?

"I have booked many modifications for that RX7, but I haven't had time to modify them. It's cheaper."

No wonder it's so fast.

I guess the old alcoholic has also thought about changing the RX7 during the period after retirement. After all, this car is the only unmodified car in the warehouse.

But for some reason, the old drunkard has never taken action.

Nodded to the old drunkard, Lin Xiangbei continued to walk outside the door, but the old drunkard's voice came from behind again.

"Hey, I've finished smoking, go buy me a pack of cigarettes."

Regarding this request, Lin Xiangbei did not turn back, but instead accelerated his pace and ran away.

Walking towards the car wash shop, Fat Chen stood at the door looking forward, and saw Lin Xiangbei coming, he hurried up and asked, "Xiangbei, how about it, is the old drunkard going crazy?"

"No."

"No?"

Fat Chen's face was a little unbelievable. He usually scratched the old alcoholic and had to grab his ear and teach him a lesson for a long time. He crashed the car last night and scrapped it. He didn't get angry?

"No, I just said that you should not go to the street racing in the future. If you really want to run two laps, you can enjoy the fun on the track."

Hearing this sentence, Fat Chen's face was a little depressed. He leaned against the wall and replied: "I also want to go to the track often, but I don't have money."

"Then let it go."

Lin Xiangbei has never had any talent as a master of chicken soup souls, and the response is as simple and direct as ever.

Maybe it was because of what happened last night that Fatty Chen did not continue talking nonsense to Lin Xiangbei this time, but was silent for a long time, as if he was talking to himself.

"I actually want to be a driver."

Lin Xiangbei did not complain about this sentence, just saying that he could save money every month, just to make the perseverance of running two laps on the track. Fatty Chen’s love for racing is really not to show off on the street, he wants to become a real driver.

However, Lin Xiangbei still gave him a negative answer: "Many times, you can do it just by thinking."

Lin Xiangbei said about Fatty Chen, but he was thinking about himself. He once worked hard to become China's first official F1 driver, but never did it.

Maybe he was unwilling to think back on some things in his previous life, Lin Xiangbei changed the topic: "Fatty, the old drunkard didn't cause trouble for you this time. Remember to buy him two packs of cigarettes later."

When I came out of the black card hall before, the old drunkard said that Lin Xiangbei would buy a bag of cigarettes, but he didn't forget that this "blood" made the fat man come out.

"Not to mention two packs, it's okay to have two packs!"

Fatty Chen patted his chest and agreed. After all, compared to hitting a car, the old drunkard has already been considered lenient.

"Also, the old drunkard is not as scary as you think."

Lin Xiangbei hesitated for a while and said the meaning of the old drunkard's last sentence in the black card hall, otherwise every time Fatty Chen saw him, he would be like a mouse seeing a cat.

"I know."

"You know?"

"Damn, I'm not stupid. Uncle Xu just doesn't want me to race on the street."

"Yes, IQ is pretty helpful."

Lin Xiangbei rarely praised Fatty Chen, he could see that the old drunkard's intentions were not easy.

But then again, it is probably because of the fact that the fat man knows that when facing other people, he has a stupid and tough attitude, and he is not afraid of only facing old drunkards.

There are many customers washing the car in the afternoon, and Fatty Chen was injured after all, so Lin Xiangbei was busy. Occasionally, Brother Niu would come to help.

After getting off work, Lin Xiangbei said goodbye to everyone in the store, but did not walk back as usual, but drove the Mazda RX7 downstairs to the rental house.

He said that he would let the other party understand what it means to find the wrong opponent, and he would definitely do it!

At 11 o'clock in the evening, it is time to fall asleep for those who have been busy all day, but for street racing, the game has just begun!

On the road along the river not far from the car wash shop, as usual, many underground drivers began to gather here, waiting for midnight to arrive and have a happy run.

At this time, Changmao hugged a cool-dressed little girl and pointed at her SS version of Chevrolet Camaro, bragging wildly about how fast she ran and how many powerful opponents she won.

I completely forgot about the past when Lin Xiangbei used a Taiwan grocery cart flower crown to press it on the ground and rubbed it hard.

Of course, it’s not just about growing hair, but other underground drivers also gather together to brag about each other in business. After all, for them, the meaning of running underground racing is to catch girls and show off.

Now that the girl has arrived, when will she not show off at this time?

But at this moment, a roar of the engine teared through the night sky and attracted the attention of the group of underground riders.

Soon they saw a white sports car rushing over at crazy speed. Then, with the "sizzling" sound of tire burning caused by sudden brakes, the car accurately stopped in front of Changmao, next to his SS version of Camaro.

"Who is this?"

"Don't know this car, are you looking for trouble?"

"Damn it, Mazda rx7     fc, the same model as Takahashi Ryosuke, is rare in Donghai!"

"It seems like it's a Mazda FC. Who in the circle drives this car?"

These underground drivers looked at the Mazda RX7     FC and began to talk about it. Although RX7 cannot be considered a expensive sports car, the bonus of "Initial D" and Edison Chen can already make many racing enthusiasts look at each other.

However, Changmao did not include this. He was looking at rx7 with a pale complexion at this moment, because he was blowing to the wonderful place just now, and he was stuck on the little girl's body.

The result was that the appearance of this rx7 interrupted his rhythm, and the car happened to stop in front of him. A strong smell of burnt tires and exhaust gas came to his face, and the fumigated long hair couldn't even open his eyes!

"What, which little red guy is here to seek death? I have the ability to come down for me!"

Changmao shouted angrily, then pointed his finger at the direction of the cab, preparing to bypass the front of the car to find the place.

"Are you talking about me?"

A familiar voice came, and the door of the Mazda RX7 driver opened. Lin Xiangbei got out of the car and looked at Changmao with a cold expression, not as immature as the last time the car washer was.

After seeing clearly that it was Lin Xiangbei, Changmao stood there in a daze. He never expected that the car washer who ran with him last time would appear here again, and he was driving a Mazda RX7.

However, Changmao had an action that revealed his mental state at the moment, which was that the finger that originally pointed at Lin Xiangbei quickly shrank back.

"Is this the one who last opened the Toyota Crown?"

"That's right, it's him, the master who crushes long-haired Camaro!"

"Why is he here again? He still wants to run with Changmao?"

"The Toyota Crown can't even run with hair, and the RX7 has no hope of growing hair. Do you still need to run?"

After seeing that it was Lin Xiangbei, these underground riders lowered their voices and muttered, and no one dared to laugh at them unscrupulously.

"Is Qin Hao here?"

Lin Xiangbei was not here to cause trouble for growing hair, or the other party was not worthy of letting him come again.

The purpose of his coming today was to ask Qin Hao about Dongzai of the Chenguang Convoy and what was going on in Tianming Mountain in Wu Province.

After all, whether it is a human or a mountain road, Lin Xiangbei is completely unfamiliar, while Qin Hao is much more familiar with the underground racing circle.

Of course, there is another more important point. Lin Xiangbei only knows Qin Hao.

"Qin Hao, no~~No~~No~No."

Maybe Lin Xiangbei brought too much stimulation to Changmao last time, and he even stuttered nervously in the face of this question.

Since Qin Hao was not here, Lin Xiangbei had no need to stay there, just as he was about to turn around and drive.

A man in a black leather jacket walked out from behind the long hair: "Lin Xiangbei, I can help you contact Qin Hao."

"Do you know me?"

When Lin Xiangbei heard the other party call out his name, he asked with caution.

"I don't know you, I just know you."

"Who are you?"
Chapter completed!