"Shock north, what did the old drunkard tell you?"

Fatty Chen saw Xu Lang leaving, so he came over and asked.

"nothing."

Lin Xiangbei looked at the back of the old drunkard and replied thoughtfully.

If you can only get information that the old alcoholic knows very well about cars when recalling the clips in your mind, then the sentence he left just now undoubtedly revealed a lot of things.

Did the old alcoholic once be a driver?

Hearing Lin Xiangbei's answer, Fatty Chen did not ask much, but patted his shoulder and said, "Then there is nothing I can do, I'll go back first, and I'll leave the car repair to you."

Lin Xiangbei was originally confused about the old drunkard's identity, but after hearing Fatty Chen's words, he immediately "awakened" over.

"Damn, what do you mean to leave it to me? Fatty, you are going to run with Changmao tonight, and you want to blame me?"

"I, Chen Haitao, look like the kind of person who blames me?"

Fatty Chen's face looked very disdainful, as if this sentence was an insult to other people's character.

"Don't be like, you guys."

Seeing that Lin Xiangbei was not taking this trick, Fatty Chen's face immediately became very heavy, and then grabbed Lin Xiangbei's arm and said.

"Xiangbei, you know that Xiaoya is about to go to college. As my brother, I will take care of her more, so..."

Before Fatty Chen finished speaking, Lin Xiangbei took his hand away with disgust and replied: "You have some shame. Xiaoya's part-time salary in the store has been borrowed a lot by you. How dare you say take care of her?"

When Fat Chen heard Lin Xiangbei say this, he knew that there was no chance at all, so he simply replied without fear of boiling water: "I don't want money, but I'll give you one. Fatty, I'll give you the 200-pound body!"

"Get out!"

Lin Xiangbei replied angrily, and then continued, "But I said fat, you don't smoke or drink, where is the money?"

"You are asking right away. Car rental on the Donghai International Raceway is very expensive!"

The place name of Donghai International Raceway is like a lightning strike that struck Lin Xiangbei's heart, because it is the highest standard racing stadium in China and the only domestic track that has held the F1 Grand Prix.

Once upon a time, Lin Xiangbei’s biggest dream was to top the East China International Speedway and win the title of the F1 Chinese Grand Prix at his home court, but this dream was so far away.

"I'll help you this time, and don't run around the streets next time."

Perhaps because he remembered some things in his previous life, Lin Xiangbei's mood suddenly became depressed. He didn't want to continue talking to Fatty Chen, so he agreed to repair the car.

"No, I want to be a driver!"

“The drivers don’t do that that easy.”

Lin Xiangbei replied with a wry smile, then turned around and prepared to leave.

"You kid is not a driver, you seem to know him well."

After hearing this, Lin Xiangbei did not refute, but waved his hand at Fatty Chen and continued walking forward alone.

The streets of Donghai are brightly lit at night, and even if it is ten years ago, there is still a scene of the "Demon City" in the future.

The road back to the rental house is actually not long, but Lin Xiangbei walked very slowly and confused.

Originally, living a new life means that Lin Xiangbei could embark on a new life, but when he sat in the Toyota Crown tonight and the familiar catapult operation came out, Lin Xiangbei realized that racing has become an indispensable part of his life.

Only the roar of the engine and the whistling of the wind can make him feel the boiling blood from the bottom of his heart!

No matter what era I am in, I am still a driver after all!

Just as Lin Xiangbei was feeling in his heart, a low exhaust sound came from behind him, like the roar of a wild beast, low-key but surging can make people feel a surge of power.

As an international metropolis, various supercars and high-performance sports cars are actually not uncommon. With Lin Xiangbei's knowledge, even top supercars such as Bugatti and Koenigsegg are difficult to let him take a look at them.

After all, no matter how a supercar is, can it still be better than Formula 1? Even if it was just a test driver in the previous life, Lin Xiangbei was still a man who drove F1.

However, the sound of the car made Lin Xiangbei feel very comfortable. The adjustment was not as fancy as the street bomber, nor did he deliberately pretend to be a pig or a tiger, but he still showed his performance and strength.

In addition, it is the "sizzle" sound made by the pressure relief valve after deceleration. This is the unique "music" of large-displacement turbocharger. There is no doubt that this is a performance car after a major modification.

Before Lin Xiangbei could look back at what kind of car it was, the car stopped next to him. The window glass shook down, revealing the face of a young man.

Lin Xiangbei didn't recognize this person, even if the memory clips in his mind were not impressed, Lin Xiangbei recognized this car, which was the Nissan gtr    r32 I saw before when he was racing with Changmao on Yanjiang Road!

The car door opened, and a young man in a gray jacket stood in front of Lin Xiangbei with a smile on his face, then stretched out his right hand and said, "I'll get to know my name, Qin Hao, the captain of the top (top) convoy in Guangdong Province."

Pinpoint Convoy? When Lin Xiangbei heard this name, he was a little surprised because in another world, he happened to know this underground convoy in Guangdong Province. Unexpectedly, when he returned ten years ago, he might even be two different worlds, and actually heard the name of the same convoy.

"Lin Xiangbei, is there anything wrong?"

Lin Xiangbei said his name concisely and asked the other party's intentions straightforwardly. Just like the driver's pursuit of speed, Lin Xiangbei's personality in life is also affected more directly, and can even be described as simple and rough.

"I've watched you and Changmao racing tonight, it's amazing."

"I want to run with you."

Qin Hao looked at Lin Xiangbei and directly expressed his purpose.

"But I don't want to."

Lin Xiangbei simply rejected the other party.

"Give me a reason."

"You can't run away from me."

Without the so-called politeness and tactfulness, and even if the other party’s strength and identity are not clear, Lin Xiangbei was arrogant and left this sentence behind.

The reason is very simple. Underground drivers are only amateurs after all. Don’t think that the descriptions in movies or comics are very exaggerated. For example, Fujiwara Takumi is also a title of Akimayama Racing God, and you think underground drivers are very powerful.

Perhaps there are some particularly top underground drivers who run street routes that they are very familiar with and may have a chance to win over professional drivers.

But facing Lin Xiangbei's level, it's really called, don't use your hobbies to challenge my career.

Under the same conditions, the other party has no chance of winning, no at all!

When Qin Hao heard this, he showed a playful smile on his face. There were a lot of crazy people in the underground circle. After all, racing cars are more distinctive.

But he had never seen many people like Lin Xiangbei in front of him.

Either they are just the kind of rookie who has never seen a fool on the market, or they are really top professional masters with the capital to be so arrogant.

Now he can see Lin Xiangbei's appearance clearly. Although Qin Hao is in the underground circle, he is not unfamiliar with domestic professional drivers.

It can be confirmed that Lin Xiangbei is not a top professional driver in China. He has never heard of this number in the underground circle of Donghai. He is considered a rookie after dying.
Chapter completed!