Chapter 1722 - 1723: Eyes Full of God

Xiao Wang thought it made a lot of sense, nodded, and immediately took out the walkie-talkie.

Not long after, a middle-aged man in a racing suit walked into the surveillance room.

He was about thirty-five or six years old, with hair cut short, his appearance was quite ordinary, but his

eyes were exceptionally bright.

"Brother Ming!"

"Good afternoon, Brother Ming!"

"Brother Ming is here!"

As he walked into the surveillance room, a few employees respectfully greeted him.

Zhang Ming, Blue Sea Rally Racing Team's main member

Previously worked for the Volkswagen Rally Team and had participated in the World Rally Championship,

though he didn't place, it was enough to boast about.

You have to know, the World Rally Championship is a prestigious event on par with F1.

When the Blue Sea Racecourse was established, the owner invested heavily to recruit Zhang Ming, with him as the

core to set up the rally team.

After a few years of integration and preparation, the Blue Sea Racecourse is gearing up to compete for a place in this year's Asian Rally Championship.

Almost every major racecourse will have its own team.

The purpose of these teams is to participate in competitions and make the racecourse's name famous.

Just imagine, if the Blue Sea Racecourse wins the championship at the Asian Rally Championship this year,

every professional rally driver and amateur racing enthusiast throughout Asia would know of the Jinling Blue Sea Racecourse.

Such advertising effectiveness is worth at least hundreds of millions, even billions!

Of course, this is just a metaphor.

Even the Blue Sea Racecourse, which has been honed for years, is only aiming to gain ranking, not win the championship.

Though the country's development has been rapid over the past few decades, in the racing industry, it started too late.

It's not that the hard power isn't up to par, but the comprehensive strength isn't enough.

Both rally racing and F1 not only test the individual abilities of the racers; more importantly, they test the entire team.

Car modification, maintenance, logistical support, race analysis, psychological counseling for the racers, etc.,

a series of team coordination work, foreign well-known teams have complete and professional processes.

But the country started too late, so in this aspect, it's still not very complete.

Zhang Ming's status at the Blue Sea Racecourse is very high, even the manager treats him with respect,

after all, he has experience in world-class racing and is at the peak of his career; a lot of local teams are competing for him.

"Old Hu, why did you call me?"

Zhang Ming approached the monitors, smiling as he asked.

Hu Guangpu pointed at the Lamborghini on the monitors and explained, "Brother Ming, I suspect this car is from another team,"

causing a ruckus!

In major racecourses, this is quite a common phenomenon.

To call it causing a ruckus, it's better described as a demonstration, showcasing power.

For example, when the Blue Sea Racecourse was established, the manager had Zhang Ming drive circles around the neighboring provinces' racecourses, thus

raising the racecourse's reputation!

"Let me have a look!"

Zhang Ming looked at the monitor, brimming with confidence.

As he watched, Zhang Ming's smile gradually faded, becoming exceptionally serious.

As the saying goes, amateurs watch the fun, experts scrutinize the technique.

Hu Guangpu merely felt the opponent's drifting was incredibly smooth, a visual enjoyment.

But in Zhang Ming's eyes, he saw the opportunities and angles for cutting in.

The speed was 260 km/h. During this high-speed maneuver, every drift's penetration angle on the opposite side

had an error of less than three degrees!

Incredibly formidable!

This is a master.

Zhang Ming squinted slightly, eyes filled with excitement.

Before the Asian Rally Championship, it's indeed rare to encounter such a master!

Regardless of whether the opponent was coming or not, he would follow the opponent!

Thinking of this, Zhang Ming instructed Hu Pu to circle around him: Go, go to the mountain circuit!

I just want to quietly be a hero.

When the Lamborghini performed smooth, continuous inertial drifts and passed through a series of tight Z-shaped curves,

Lin Xian gently pressed the brakes.

Taking advantage of the deceleration, he said, "Sister, do you remember the surgery process?"

The co-pilot remained silent, without any response.

Yes?

Lin Xianwei was startled for a moment, curiously turning his head to look.

Mu Wanqing was biting her lip, her eyes fixed on him, seemingly in a daze.

"Female student?"

Seeing this, Lin Xian couldn't help but shout.

"Ah?"

Mu Wanqing came back to her senses and asked, "Brother, what's up?"

Lin Xian pouted and reminded her, "Do you remember the surgery process just now?

"I remember some."

Mu Wanqing said, a bit flushed.

She didn't remember at all. She was entirely captivated by Lin Xi's side profile and her mind was wandering.

Mu Wanqing suppressed her shyness and suggested, "Brother, do you want to take another drive?"

"Alright."

Lin Xian nodded.

Running a few laps around the mountain road to demonstrate so that they could have a wonderful night.

The weather is clear, relatively safe.

Just as he slowed down to enter the exit, preparing to run another lap, suddenly, an employee was waving a few flags at him.

At that moment, the car's radio chimed in.

"Miss Mu, please pull over!"

Stop?

Although Lin Xian was a bit puzzled, he followed the staff's instruction and pulled over.

After getting out of the car, Mu Wanqing asked, "Is there something?"

The staff respectfully said, "Miss Mu, Manager Hu needs you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Hu Pu and Zhang Ming rushed over quickly.

Mu Wanqing's identity is here, a top figure in Jinling's second-generation circle, and most of the regular customers here know her.

"Good afternoon, Miss Mu!"

Hu Guangpu greeted her with a smile, then introduced, "This is our Blue Sea Rally Racing Team's main member, Zhang Ming."

"Is there something?"

Mu Wanqing was a bit puzzled; she had only met Hu Pu once, and logically, the two of them had no

intersection at all.

"Miss Mu, I wasn't looking for you…"

Hu Pu's words were cut off by Zhang Ming beside him. He laughed first, then greeted Mu Wanqing,

turning his gaze to Lin Xian and said, "Zhang Ming, which team is my brother from? A bit curious."

"Team?"

Lin Xian was slightly surprised, shaking his head and smiling: "I'm not a professional. Racing is just a hobby,"

a pastime.

As soon as he said this, Zhang Ming and Hu Guangpu both had a change of expression, looking at him intently.

Meanwhile,

At this moment, Hu Pu felt as if he had seen a ghost.

Just in the surveillance room, he had confidently said that the opponent was absolutely a professional, otherwise,

he would eat a keyboard.

Now, he had been figuratively slapped in the face.

Fortunately, none of the staff followed, or it would have been very awkward.

Zhang Nuan was even more shocked.

That night he had concentrated fully because he was running the mountain road for the first time,

and was severely hindered by night visibility.

Now, he was very familiar with the track, and it was daytime.

Thus Lin Xian planned to race against a professional without any props or skills!

During the time when the on-site staff was preparing, Mu Wanqing smiled and asked, "Brother, do you have

confidence in winning?"

Lin Xian replied, "I surely have confidence, but the specific result will have to wait until I've run!"

"By the way, would the Lamborghini affect my performance?"

Mu Wan'an showed a slightly worried look.

The performance of each car is different. Ms. Lin had been driving for less than ten minutes.

Mu Wanqing suggested, "Would you like to have the staff bring over your Ferrari 812?"

Lin Xian waved his hand, shook his head, and replied with a laugh: "No! This isn't a professional race. There's no need

to make a big deal out of it.