"Is it difficult to repair a car? Besides, I'm just helping you."

Lin Xiangbei tried his best to reply in a plain tone, and he didn't want to be too exaggerated.

"Then why didn't you say you could repair cars last night?"

"I don't want to say it."

A simple and crude answer, of course, the actual situation is not the case. On the one hand, Lin Xiangbei wanted to try his best to disguise, but suddenly everything would be too exaggerated. On the other hand, he is a driver after all, and understanding the principles does not mean actual hands-on ability, which is comparable to a vehicle maintenance technician.

It is best to leave professional matters to professionals, and Lin Xiangbei is still very aware of this.

"Okay, then you can take a look."

This sentence was not said by Brother Niu, but by the old drunkard to Lin Xiangbei.

When I learned that Lin Xiangbei wanted to help, even Fat Chen was shocked to question it, but at this moment the old drunkard directly agreed, which was quite illogical.

So when he heard this, Lin Xiangbei looked at the old drunkard unexpectedly, and both of them felt like they wanted to see through each other.

Fatty Chen's stupid IQ did not notice anything unusual. On the contrary, he heard that the old alcoholic agreed to repair the car and no longer had to consider the money. He quickly moved the Toyota Crown to the repair parking space with a happy expression.

Although car wash shops usually only put on a car film, modify the audio, appearance kit, etc., the basic tools are still complete, and even the elevators are available.

After the car was parked, Brother Niu brought up a set of disassembly tools, opened the front cover of the Toyota Crown, and skillfully started to put coolant and oil.

Then he quickly removed the various oil pipe joints and power cord harnesses. The whole process was very accurate and smooth, and hesitated without even basic unfamiliarity. It was completely different from what he said that he had only "learned" before.

Lin Xiangbei, who originally wanted to help, had no chance to play at all, and could only watch along the way like Fatty Chen. However, he was very confused in his heart. It would be fine if the old drunkard was abnormal. Brother Niu, who usually looks very honest and honest, isn't an ordinary person?

After just a few minutes, Brother Niu's progress had reached the point of removing the water tank frame. He naturally reached his hand to the tool box next to him and prepared to use the sleeve wrench to remove the nut.

But as soon as he reached out his hand, Lin Xiangbei had already handed the socket wrench to his hand. Brother Niu was stunned for a moment. After confirming that the specifications of the wrench were correct, he said with a silly smile: "Xiangbei, how did you know I want to take this model socket wrench?"

"I have seen people repairing before, but Brother Niu, your disassembly speed is a bit exaggerated. You can't practice it in a few years, right?"

Lin Xiangbei has seen too many racing maintenance technicians in his career for more than ten years. Brother Niu can't say the fastest disassembly speed, but in the domestic racing maintenance team, he has at least reached the upper-middle level.

Without a few years of maintenance experience, Lin Xiangbei is definitely not proficient and speed. Unless he traveled through time like himself.

Facing Lin Xiangbei's question, Brother Niu still just smiled honestly, but his eyes looked at the old drunkard holding a wine pot next to him again.

Could it be the old drunkard?

Lin Xiangbei was puzzled in his heart. Last night, he combined his previous memories in his mind and had the illusion that an old alcoholic was once a driver.

Now it seems that I have made a mistake in my judgment. The old alcoholic has nothing to do with professional racing. It may just be a senior car repairman, so I can easily tell the fault of the Toyota Corolla cylinder pulling.

As for his youthful and frivolous words like him, it may not necessarily mean racing, but simply referring to personality. After all, in the eyes of others, he is not a driver, it is nothing more than Lin Xiangbei's habit of subconsciously substituting his driver's identity.

Just as Lin Xiangbei was thinking about who the old drunkard was, he suddenly got kicked his butt lightly, and then a lazy voice came: "Boy, I've finished smoking, go buy a pack of cigarettes for me."

"Why do you want me to go?"

Lin Xiangbei replied casually, "This old drunkard is afraid that he will be drunk again and will be crazy."

"I haven't even settled the score with you even if the car breaks down. Is there so much nonsense to buy a pack of cigarettes? I believe it or not, your monthly salary will be deducted."

Originally, Lin Xiangbei wanted to refute it, but then he thought that the truth was indeed the case. He pulled the tool truck in the store, which was a major repair. The old alcoholic did not get angry and just asked to buy a pack of cigarettes, which seemed not so excessive.

So Lin Xiangbei showed a helpless expression on his face, then turned around and walked out of the car repair shop and walked towards the shop not far away.

However, as soon as he walked out of the store, he found an old drunkard following him, and was still walking towards the same store.

"Uncle Xu, what are you doing?"

"I've finished drinking the wine, I'll buy another bottle."

"Then why didn't you buy the cigarettes yourself?"

Lin Xiangbei instantly felt like his IQ was pressed to the ground and rubbed.

"If you ask you to go, do you have so many problems nowadays?"

The old drunkard said as he took out the cigarette box from his pocket and lit one for himself.

Damn! Seeing the old drunkard's action, Lin Xiangbei turned black and said that he had finished smoking. He was doing something!

Facing Lin Xiangbei's strange expression, the old drunkard was not concerned at all. He spit out a cigarette ring and began to say, "Xiangbei, you must have been in the car wash shop for a year, right?"

"It's almost the same."

Lin Xiangbei replied casually, and it seemed that it was almost a year in his memory. He couldn't remember how long it took. After all, it was difficult to completely integrate two different life trajectories.

"When will you race?"

"What?"

Lin Xiangbei didn't expect that the old drunkard would ask such a direct word, but he didn't know how to answer at once, so he could only pretend to be stupid.

"You drove the broken flower crown last night. Even the Haupu Bridge was not finished, so you got rid of the SS version of Camaro. You can't do it without some driving skills."

When he heard this, Lin Xiangbei's expression changed slightly. He looked at the old drunkard and asked, "How did you know?"

"I broke my car, and I always have to ask someone to find out how it broke."

"Tell me, where did you learn it?"

The old drunkard's tone was very plain, but he had a sense of toughness that could not be refused.

Faced with such questions, Lin Xiangbei knew very well that the trick of fooling the fat man would not work with the old drunkard.

Although he looks a little drunk now, the driver's intuition always tells Lin Xiangbei that the old drunkard is not a simple person, and he may even see the foundation of his professional racing.

After hesitating for a moment, Lin Xiangbei spoke, "I went with Fatty in the East China Sea Circuit."

There is no way, Lin Xiangbei could not explain the things he had in his previous life, so he could only find an excuse as reasonable as possible. At least he is quite familiar with the Donghai International Track.

"Just run on weekends, can you have this driving skills?"

The old alcoholic knew about Fatty Chen going to Donghai International Racing to rent a car. After all, this fat man bragged in the store for no reason and would soon become a professional driver.

However, the people in the store also know very well about Fatty Chen's driving skills, because just talking about the Toyota Corolla that was pulled in the cylinder, I don't know how many times he has scratched the car show.

This is why Fat Chen is nervous when he hears that the car breaks down and is worried that the old alcoholic will get angry. The reason is that this kid is already a habitual offender!

They also rented a car on the Donghai International Raceway. It was obvious that Lin Xiangbei's driving skills were not on the same level as Fatty Chen, so the old drunkard didn't believe it very much.

"Uncle Xu, if I say this is a talent, do you believe it?"

Lin Xiangbei looked at Xu Lang and replied with a smile.

Many people may be bragging when they hear this sentence, but in fact, Lin Xiangbei really didn't brag.

It can be said that before entering F1 in his previous life, he always held the title of Chinese genius driver. Everyone is looking forward to becoming China's first official F1 driver and creating the history of Chinese professional racing.

In fact, this is true. Starting from the teenage karting, Lin Xiangbei swept across major domestic venues and events without failing the title of "genius driver".

It was only later that he realized that the least valuable thing in F1 was the word "genius", because everyone is a genius if they can enter the highest racing arena of Formula One!

"I believe that there is never a lack of geniuses in this world."

A scene that surprised Lin Xiangbei appeared. When faced with such an explanation that seemed almost nonsense to outsiders, he actually accepted it calmly.

"It's good to be talented, but don't use talent in the wrong place. Street racing is not the right way after all."

"I know that career is the real stage."

Lin Xiangbei nodded and replied, in fact, this sentence is not just one person who speaks to him, and he even himself has said it to others.

Many underground drivers are satisfied with the excitement and show-off brought by the streets, but only on the professional track can you understand what true speed and passion are!

The freedom of the wind and the limit of speed are never comparable to the vanity of street pretentiousness. This is what riders should really pursue.

Hearing Lin Xiangbei's answer, the old drunkard stopped talking. Perhaps he had already said everything he wanted to say.

However, after hesitating for a while, Lin Xiangbei asked, "Uncle Xu, have you ever been involved in racing before?"

Lin Xiangbei has been curious about this question since the old drunkard's performance last night and the memory fragments that I recalled in my mind.

Since the old drunkard asked himself today, then "reciting the courtesy" Lin Xiangbei also wanted to know what Uncle Xu had experienced.

"Are you curious? Then I'll take you to a place later."

“Where?”

The old drunkard did not answer, but walked into the store, took a bag of cigarettes and a bottle of white wine, and then turned around and left.

"Hey, didn't you agree to only buy a pack of cigarettes?"

Obviously, Lin Xiangbei asked nonsense and could only pay the money speechlessly.

The old alcoholic man did not return to the store with cigarettes and alcohol, but took the seat directly into the passenger seat of the small truck. When Lin Xiangbei was passing by, he shouted: "Xiangbei, come up and drive."

Just after being tricked by an old drunkard, Lin Xiangbei did not want to be cheated again without knowing what medicine the other party was selling in the gourd.

So he refused decisively and said, "Why, aren't you not able to drive?"

"Don't you know if you don't drive after drinking? How do you get your driver's license?"

This reason is well said, and it is really irrefutable, but the problem is that the old alcoholic just now was clearly not the one who drove this car over?

Although I despise the old drunkard's argument, Lin Xiangbei still got into the driving position. After all, driving after drinking is indeed not a safe act, so I should respect the elderly and love the young!

However, Lin Xiangbei still expressed his dissatisfaction with the old drunkard's behavior of using his actions.
To be continued...