Why race if you don’t have money?

Chapter 6 I feel like I'm on a pirate ship
Watching the Civic Type-R's taillights disappear from view, Wang Yidong turned and asked, "What did Xiangbei say? Do you want to have a race with Qin Lianjie?"

Wang Yidong's tone was filled with excitement. Just thinking about being able to witness his good brother and idol running back to Nanyun Mountain made him too excited!
“It’s not easy to run.”

Chen Xiangbei's expression was somewhat complicated.

"what's wrong?"

Wang Yidong didn't understand and asked back, "Didn't you run well tonight? Why don't you run according to this standard?"

"Did you notice our car was moving?"

"You have to move when you go down the mountain. What's the problem?"

"The problem is I didn't start the fire."

What?
Wang Yidong was stunned for a moment. Only then did he notice that Chen Xiangbei had not started the car since parking it. The headlights and dashboard were all dark, but the Corolla was speeding down the mountain.

"Fuck, the car is rolling away and you didn't even apply the handbrake!"

Wang Yidong shouted and quickly pulled the handbrake of the Corolla.

However, when he pulled the brake, he felt that the handbrake was loose and the vehicle had no braking effect. He looked at Chen Xiangbei again with a confused look.

"Don't pull it, the handbrake cable broke when I started."

"Then start the engine and step on the foot brake!"

"It won't light."

"Step on it hard!"

"The brake hose must have broken when cornering."

Hearing this, Fatty Wang was stunned. Finally, he asked in a trembling voice, "What should we do now?"

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, he heard a "bang", and then the vehicle shook violently, and the front of the car hit the mountain slope.

"According to the principles of automobile design, a head-on collision is the safest way..."

Chen Xiangbei wanted to explain, but when he saw the tears in Fatty Wang's eyes, he swallowed the rest of his words.

In the end, I could only say silently: "I should do some maintenance before running..."

After saying that, Chen Xiangbei opened the car door and got out. He knew that Fatty Wang needed some time and space to calm down and accept the reality of facing a "mixed doubles" when he returned home.

A grocery car is just a grocery car after all. Chen Xiangbei has been driving it as "gently" as possible, but this Corolla still couldn't withstand the intensity of a racing car.

Just like the AE86, a "rear-wheel drive Corolla", it was able to win the title of "God of Cars" in Akina Mountain and beat all the masters who came to challenge it. In addition to Takumi Fujiwara's own driving skills, his father Bunta Fujiwara was also behind the scenes to tune and modify the car.

There's no way around it. This is an era where you have to rely on your father. Some people are born in Rome, while others are destined to be slaves. Just like how Sun Minghui can pick up girls in a Mercedes-Benz AMG, while Fatty Wang can only drive a Corolla down the mountain with me.

……

The Guangzhou-Shenzhen city was very quiet at midnight. On the empty street, two teenagers were pushing a Corolla, panting as they drove towards the repair shop ahead.

"I say, Fatty, can you please use a little more strength? It's such a waste of all the food you eat!"

While pushing the cart, Chen Xiangbei complained to Wang Yidonggang, "This kid is just bloated. He basically has to push the cart for several kilometers by himself."

"I can't help it. I've already tried my best."

Wang Yidong replied aggrievedly, it’s not like I’m pushing for a few hundred meters. It’s normal to feel exhausted after pushing for a few kilometers.

Originally, Chen Xiangbei wanted to say a few more words, but now he didn't even have the strength to say a few more words. His clothes were soaked with sweat.

Gathering his last bit of strength, Chen Xiangbei pushed the Corolla into the door of the repair shop, and then he and Wang Yidonggang collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath.

At this time, Liang Chi, the owner of the repair shop, heard the noise and walked out of the house with a cigarette in his mouth. Looking at the Corolla with the front end smashed to pieces, he asked in a puzzled tone: "No way, you can crash while running with a high school classmate?" Liang Chi had actually been observing Chen Xiangbei's driving skills for a long time. Every time during the test drive after the repair, the coordination of the gas and clutch and the smoothness of the line in high-speed cornering always made him vaguely see the shadow of a professional driver.

Liang Chi didn't quite believe that a driver who could run the Nanyun Mountain Road in five minutes in a Santana would crash in a minor car race, unless the high school student named Sha Minghui had the same level of talent as Chen Xiangbei.

But the problem is that Liang Chi's previous racing experience tells him that there is no possibility of wholesale of talented drivers, and it is unlikely that another Chen Xiangbei will appear in Guangzhou and Shenzhen!

"I didn't crash, but my brakes broke, so I had to hit the slope to stop."

Chen Xiangbei explained weakly.

"Since I know it's an unmodified civilian car, I'll just keep it in a safe place."

"Now what are you going to do with this Corolla?"

Liang Chi exhaled a puff of smoke with a calm expression, as if he was already accustomed to this kind of scene.

"What else can I do? The money for the car repairs will be deducted from my part-time job."

Chen Xiangbei stood up from the ground by holding the front of the car, still breathing heavily.

It seems that a body that has not undergone professional training, even if it is still in youth, still has a big gap in physical fitness with later generations. It needs to exercise more in the future.

Hearing Chen Xiangbei's words, Liang Chi kicked the bumper and said, "The bumper frame and the radiator are used for heat dissipation, and the headlights, fenders, and front hood are all severely deformed."

"Let's not even talk about whether there's a problem with the engine or the gearbox. Add in the brake system, and even with a 20% discount on materials and labor, it's going to cost at least 10,000 or 20,000 yuan."

"Kid, how long do you think it will take for me to deduct money for car repairs from my part-time job?"

Faced with Liang Chi's question, Chen Xiangbei was speechless for a moment.

He currently works part-time at a car repair shop and earns ten dollars an hour. Although this amount of money is not much, it was considered a "high salary" in 08.

You should know that at this time, the part-time student salary at KFC is only seven dollars an hour, and other private stores will be even lower!

I can only earn two or three hundred yuan a week from my part-time job. At this rate, it will take me at least a year and a half to pay it back.

"Uncle Liang, you're only offering a 20% discount on the employee price. Do you have a 50% discount option for friendship?"

After sitting on the ground for half a day, Fatty Wang finally breathed a sigh of relief and immediately tried to bargain.

"Little Fatty, 20% off is the lowest, no negotiation."

Liang Chi waved his hands, puffing smoke rings leisurely and refusing to retreat.

"What a profiteer..."

Wang Yidong muttered softly, then got up from the ground and said, "Xiangbei, stop carrying it. Tell my dad to pay for the car repairs."

"It's just a beating. I'm fat and thick anyway, so I can just bear it and it will pass."

In fact, Wang Yidong had no intention of letting Chen Xiangbei repair the car. It was Chen Xiangbei who felt bad about it, so he pushed the car over and wanted to have it repaired and return it.

Chen Xiangbei ignored Wang Yidong's words and looked at Liang Chi and replied firmly, "20% off is 20% off. We still have winter and summer vacations. I will definitely pay off the car repair money."

"Okay, the boy is quite loyal."

Liang Chi praised him in an appreciative tone, then a cunning smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He put his hand on Chen Xiangbei's shoulder and said, "Actually, there are many ways to pay back the car repair money. It depends on whether you are willing to do it."

Sensing Liang Chi's unusual attitude, Chen Xiangbei instinctively told him that this old man was setting a trap, so he asked cautiously, "What are you going to do?"

This is what Liang Chi wanted Chen Xiangbei to say. He smiled even more and said, "That guy named Qin Lianjie from the Light Spot Team is planning to pay you 30,000 yuan to race with you."

"If you can outrun him, you'll have money to repair the car!"

(End of this chapter)