Why race if you don’t have money?

Chapter 5 I'll wait for you at Nanyun Mountain

"Brother Jie, are you losing just by showing off your life?"

Taozai stood on the platform at the top of the mountain and looked at the Mercedes-AMG that braked to a stop after being overtaken, and the Corolla that went down the mountain without stopping after overtaking. He felt that the scene in front of him was a little unbelievable.

After only two turns, and in under a minute, the Corolla edged out the AMG. Even if Sha Minghui was a dud, the problem was that his opponent was also a high school classmate. How could the gap between the two be so huge?
"Taozi, drive down the mountain, let's catch up with that kid from Corolla."

Qin Lianjie greeted Taozi, then turned around and opened the door of the Civic Type-R parked on the side of the road. He had developed a strong interest in Chen Xiangbei, a high school student, and wanted to get to know him.

Wang Yidong, on the other hand, didn't recover from the shock of overtaking until he could no longer see the lights of the Mercedes-AMG behind him. His first reaction wasn't to celebrate with Chen Xiangbei, but to quickly roll down the window, stick his head out, and vomit with a loud "wow!"

“Who would vomit while riding in a car?”

Chen Xiangbei said helplessly, then took out a few tissues and handed them over.

After vomiting for several minutes, Wang Yidong finally stuck his head out of the car window. He wiped his mouth and said with a gasp, "Uncle Liang really wasn't lying. You can really run up Nanyun Mountain in five minutes!"

"It's okay, basic operations."

"Is this okay?"

Wang Yidonggang turned sideways and stared at Chen Xiangbei with wide eyes. After running for five minutes, it was no exaggeration to call him the God of Driving of Nanyun Mountain!

But at this moment, Wang Yidong didn't care whether Chen Xiangbei was being modest or just showing off, because he had already remembered something important and quickly said, "Why are we going down the mountain now? We haven't even finished mocking that bastard Sha Minghui!"

"What's there to mock? There's no sense of accomplishment in beating an opponent like that."

"I……"

In fact, Wang Yidong wanted to prove himself in front of Xu Yali, but he swallowed the words when they came to his lips.

What does it matter if she won? Xu Yali still sat in the Mercedes-Benz to show off her life, while she could only go down the mountain in the Corolla.

What's more, Chen Xiangbei won this game.

Sensing that Fatty Wang was a little upset, Chen Xiangbei reached out and patted his shoulder, comforting him: "It's okay, it's just that you didn't lick Xu Yali, just consider it as accumulating experience."

"When you get back to school, lick a few more. Then you can lick whoever you want. When they get used to you not licking them, they will feel disappointed. At that moment, it is equivalent to you taking control of the initiative!"

Chen Xiangbei's theory of "the king of licking dogs" left Wang Yidong stunned. When will this guy have this kind of life experience?

Before Wang Yidong could react, the car suddenly became brighter and a car behind him was flashing its high beams at the Corolla.

Seeing this, Wang Yidong turned his head and looked back. Under the light, he couldn't see anything else clearly, but the red Honda logo was very conspicuous, indicating that it was a performance car.

"To the north, it's a Honda with a Taiwanese red logo. Could someone want to go on a last-minute race with you?"

In order to distinguish the performance models of many car brands from ordinary mass-produced models, they often add a distinctive identification feature.

For example, Audi's high-performance RS models use silver exterior mirrors, commonly known as "Silver Ear Audi." Volkswagen's high-performance R series uses blue indicator needles on the instrument panel, referred to as "Blue Needle Volkswagen."

As for Honda, it is easier to distinguish. Their high-performance Type-R models will directly paint the H logo in sporty red, so they are called "Red Label Honda".

According to the rules of street racing, if two drivers meet by chance and want to race, the car behind will flash its lights to the car in front as a warning. If the car in front intends to take over, both parties will step on the accelerator and start speeding up.

If you don't intend to take the lead or give up directly, the car in front should slow down and turn on the turn signal to let the car behind pass.

Chen Xiangbei was a professional racer in his previous life, so to be honest, he didn't have much interest in street racing. In addition, this Toyota Corolla had just run a few times at high intensity, and he felt like there seemed to be something wrong with the car, and the brakes felt harder and harder.

If he really had to run the Nanyun Mountain Road again, he'd probably have to call a tow truck to take him back. Although Fatty Wang was a generous man, he probably couldn't bear the weight of his father's love. Without much thought, Chen Xiangbei turned on his turn signal and pulled over, intending to let the red-label Honda behind him pass.

However, after overtaking Chen Xiangbei's Corolla, the red-label Honda did not drive away quickly, but instead blocked the way in front and slowed down and stopped with the turn signal on.

"Oh my god, this is Qin Lianjie's Civic Type-R!"

Wang Yidong exclaimed after recognizing the car model, and a look of longing appeared on his face.

The car in front of you is the third-generation Civic Type-R, equipped with the red-headed K20A engine, which is considered a legendary engine. It has a specification of four-cylinder 2.0L naturally aspirated engine, a maximum peak horsepower of 225P, and a maximum peak torque of 215Nm.

This generation of models and engines represents the pinnacle of Honda's performance car imports into the Chinese market. This isn't to say its performance is superior in absolute terms, as the Type-R series boasts the Honda NSX, one of the four great Japanese supercars, often called the "Ferrari of Japan."

This generation of models has pushed the third-generation Civic Type-R to the peak mainly because of its relatively affordable price, extremely solid and durable engine quality, and the last generation of modification that can reach the 10,000-rpm naturally aspirated Honda red-head engine.

To the point that later on, ordinary domestic Civics and Fits were embarrassed to go out without painting their logos red, and the streets were full of red-label Hondas...

Wang Yidong's dream car is the third-generation Civic Type-R in front of him. He has also long admired Qin Lianjie of the Light Spot Racing team, believing him to be the undisputed driving god of Nanyun Mountain.

Of course, this title may have to be taken by someone else now. If Chen Xiangbei had a high-performance car to drive Nanyun Mountain, the full downhill record would probably break five minutes!
Just then, the driver's door of the Civic Type-R opened, and a young man who looked like a low-profile version of Lam Ka-tung stepped out. He walked straight up to Chen Xiangbei's window and extended his hand, saying, "Meet me, my name is Qin Lianjie, and I'm a driver for the Guangzhou-Shenzhen Light Spot Racing Team."

"Hello, my name is Chen Xiangbei."

Chen Xiangbei extended his hand and shook hands, while briefly introducing himself.

"I just saw you running very fast from the top of the mountain. I want to run a lap with you. Do you have time?"

"Sorry, no time."

Chen Xiangbei shook his head. He didn't just have no time, he didn't even have a car...

Qin Lianjie smiled indifferently at Chen Xiangbei's rejection, then opened his palm and said, "Run a lap, and I'll give you 30,000 if you win."

"I don't have any money to give if I lose."

Chen Xiangbei also replied with a smile that he didn't even have 300 yuan on him and couldn't afford to participate in underground competitions.

"It doesn't matter. I don't want any money if you lose. Just agree to join the Light Spot Team."

Faced with Qin Lianjie's question, Chen Xiangbei remained silent and did not respond immediately.

He didn't think he would lose, and he really needed the money.

Even though he died in a racing accident in his previous life, when the roar of the engine sounded, Chen Xiangbei still couldn't suppress his blood boiling. In a sense, racing has become a part of his life.

But racing is an extremely expensive sport. Even JDM (Japanese modified cars), which are known as civilian modifications, actually require a lot of money and effort.

Sometimes Chen Xiangbei would even daydream in the dead of night, if he had paid a little more in sponsorship fees in his previous life, he might have gotten a seat as an official F1 driver. Would his life be completely different?
Unfortunately, there is no "if" in the world. In addition to being a sport, racing is also a business event, and "cash ability" is also a kind of ability.

Hesitation often means heartbeat.

Qin Lianjie didn't urge her. Instead, he said confidently, "If you want to run, I'll wait for you at Nanyun Mountain this Saturday night."

After saying that, Qin Lianjie turned around and went back to the Civic Type-R, gradually fading away with the roar of the engine.

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