"Uncle Xu, why are you still in the store alone so late?"

Lin Xiangbei came to the back of the old drunkard and spoke.

Maybe alcohol numbs his nerves. When the old alcoholic heard Lin Xiangbei's voice, he realized that someone had come from behind him.

His first reaction was not to answer Lin Xiangbei, but to put another wine glass on the table inconspicuous place in the corner, and then he began to reply: "I just passed by and wanted to find a place to sit down and drink two glasses, so I came in."

After saying that, the old drunkard turned around and looked at Lin Xiangbei and asked, "Where are you going again? Why are you still outside so late?"

"Go to Tianmingshan to solve the problem."

Lin Xiangbei told the old drunkard about Fatty Chen before, and the old drunkard was very domineering to instigate Lin Xiangbei to find the place.

So there is no need to hide anything about this, Lin Xiangbei said truthfully.

"How far did you run to win?"

"After passing the second bend of Tianming Mountain, I won the straight road."

"Yes, it's okay to run."

The old drunkard nodded, turned around and picked up the wine pot, and doubled it for himself. There was a rare expression of praise on his face.

"By the way, I've got to work on the racing license. Are you ready to go to the profession?"

So fast?

To be honest, this speed was a bit beyond Lin Xiangbei's expectations. He thought that he would not get a racing license within ten days or half a month.

If you want to sign up for a professional event, it will take at least one month, and the progress is far beyond previous expectations.

However, it seems that Lin Xiangbei has not seen an old drunkard appear in the store in the past few days. It seems that he should have personally gone out to get a racing license, so he can handle it so quickly.

After all, he was a former leader in rally racing in China and a winner of the title of "Speed ​​King" for several years. It doesn't matter at all, but it's abnormal.

“It’s ready.”

Lin Xiangbei replied calmly, returning to his profession is not a new beginning for him, but a continuation.

"By the way, Uncle Xu, I also want to tell you something."

"What's the matter?"

"I plan to cooperate with others to form a team. In the future, the event will be held in the name of a private team, but the partner is a woman, and her name is Feng Bingman."

There is a famous saying in the car world that says riders don’t need women. In fact, a more accurate way of describing it should be that the racing world does not need women!

Due to differences in body structure, women are naturally inferior to male drivers in terms of muscle strength and ability to resist g values. Moreover, they have a stronger sense of self-protection. When facing the extreme challenges of life and death, female drivers will survive more out of instinct rather than to die.

Not to mention other inconveniences such as menstrual periods, let alone various factors add up to women’s basically unable to gain a foothold in the racing industry.

Lin Xiangbei is not sure about other things. As for the equation field he was in in his previous life, many female drivers could not withstand the body after one to two hours of racing at super high speeds.

Among them, the more serious ones, even when driving, they start to have dark vision and dizziness, and they can only be forced to brake and terminate the race. Even the complete running is a problem. How can they "survive" in the peak field of racing?

Therefore, in the field of professional racing, women are relatively rare. Even if there are, they are usually in the management level. Moreover, the higher the race, even the management level, they are composed of experienced retired drivers, and women are even rarer.

Take the F10 fleets and said that the few women in the yard who can be named after the name is the boss of the Mercedes-Benz team, and the girlfriend of Chairman Ferrari.

Moreover, the latter is famous because of her achievements in film and television. After all, Michelle Yeoh is also considered a Chinese international superstar of the previous generation.

In China, many older generation drivers also have distrust and prejudice against women. Therefore, Lin Xiangbei does not know whether the old drunkard can accept Feng Bingman as a woman. After all, they are in different eras and have different thinking concepts.

"How capable is she?"

"A person who specializes in investment banking is very good at management and operations. I think she can become a qualified team boss or manager. More importantly, I can't find a more suitable team partner than her at present."

"You think it's appropriate."

Xu Lang is very similar to Lin Xiangbei. He only looks at people's abilities, not about the other person's gender and identity.

Otherwise, the old drunkard would not have valued Lin Xiangbei so much. After all, at the beginning, his identity was just a worker in a car wash shop.

"In addition, I have 500,000 now. I plan to ask Feng Bingman to invest some more money, first put up the team racks, and then consider the racing issue."

A professional team is not just a matter of gathering a few people. According to the division of labor, at least five professions and six types of people are required.

They are drivers (navigators), team managers, administrative departments, engineers, technicians, and temporary workers.

In addition, the fleet also needs hardware facilities such as bases, garages, maintenance rooms, etc., which also needs to be done in the early preparation stage.

So according to Lin Xiangbei's idea, first put up the convoy racks, otherwise there would be no place to settle down.

As for racing, we can only find a way later. Although Rally Lin Xiangbei had never run away in his previous life, he had never eaten pork and had he seen pigs running?

Han Han’s price for a car of 7 million is there, and no matter how cheap it is, it will cost about 5 million.

Even if the plot in the movie "Flying Life" is like the plot, the racing car will be replaced with various second-hand accessories, and then the labor costs are made for Uncle Shen and Brother Niu as free labor, it may be difficult to get the final cost of less than two million yuan.

Lin Xiangbei didn't know what the psychological investment figure of Feng Bingman was, but according to his estimate, it would be good to have two or three million yuan. After all, he only invested 500,000 yuan, and Lin Xiangbei thought that the team's shares were 55,000 yuan, and the less he had calculated the technology to invest.

Otherwise, once Feng Bingman exceeds 51% of his shares, it will be equivalent to absolute control, and he still has no decision-making power.

Many things are in business. Lin Xiangbei wants to go the path he chooses in the future and realizes the "level jump" F1 plan that is unprecedented and has no future generations, so he will inevitably not be interfered by outsiders.

Without absolute trust and understanding, and it is impossible to determine whether the other party's philosophy is the same as his before, then Lin Xiangbei can only be a villain and then a gentleman, and balance the control of the convoy with Feng Bingman.

"What does Feng Bingman mean to throw a part of it? Drivers always need accurate numbers."

Xu Lang listened to Lin Xiangbei's idea of ​​being a zero-model and had a little dissatisfaction in his tone.

"I haven't confirmed her a cooperation reply yet, so I estimate that the other party's psychological price is around two million."

"Two million? You can't even get a car frame. Do you want to get a car frame?"

Facing the old drunkard's words, Lin Xiangbei was speechless. It was not that he didn't understand the truth, but the problem was that he had no money.

Last night, Lin Xiangbei even did things like underground racing gambling. If he had followed his status and style in his previous life, he would never have done such a low-level thing.

Seeing that Lin Xiangbei didn't say anything, Xu Lang naturally understood that this kid must have no money.
Chapter completed!