This is not how you drive a machine!

Chapter 250 The Fake Huang Silang, the Real Racing God

I wish you all a happy New Year’s Eve.

……

It was getting slightly brighter outside the window.

The rain was still falling. Chen Shuo stood in front of the window, with tired eyes, looking down at the halo logo in the center of the track.

Under the wash of rain, the light wheel logo was washed clean and looked brand new, as if waiting for the shining of the new sun.

"After today, the Nimbus brand will be reborn."

With the Galaxy Plan, after finishing this game, we will start the tour group and open up the north and the south one by one...

In the future, Guanglun will own the selection rules for new racing drivers in the entire Xia country.

Then, maybe he could get a good night's sleep.

He looked at the burn marks on his right hand, then closed his eyes and thought of Wu Yang's first game more than ten years ago, when Wu Yang drove Ling Yu directly into the ditch.

Listening to the sound of wind and rain, he closed his eyes with a smile and fell into a deep sleep.

After a while, he was awakened by the voice of his assistant.

"President, eighteen players have already signed the contract."

The smile on Chen Shuo's face flashed away, and then he asked, "Where is the Death Star?"

Zhou Yun's signature is not only related to the relationship with Jiuyuan, but also to the subsequent situation. With the addition of such a special and talented driver, the subsequent traffic problems of the Galaxy Project will save a lot of trouble.

"he……"

The assistant stuttered and said nervously, "The Yunyi Racing Team posted on Weibo, demanding that we quickly retract the slander against driver Jiang Xiyue and withdraw the Galaxy Project. Otherwise..."

Chen Shuo raised his eyelids: "Otherwise what?"

"Otherwise, the Nimbus will be torn into a pile of crispy noodle residue."

The assistant continued blankly, "They also launched a mobilization slogan, saying something like..."

"Hold the gun, follow me. Kill Chen Shuo and grab the light wheel."

"WMC's Rococo even gave a thumbs-up and expressed his unconditional support for all of Zhou Yun's decisions."

"She said that starting tomorrow, WMC will double the maintenance service fees for Nimbus girls, and will conduct spot checks three times a day to see if Nimbus girls are being mistreated."

"If the ice cream isn't provided, the mecha girls are unhappy, and there's trash in the trash can... I'll kill us all. I'll kill us until there's not a single mecha girl left. How can we even compete?"

Chen Shuo was stunned when he heard WMC’s decision.

Yun Yi wants to fight with the light wheel?
Who gave you the courage, Fish Leong?
"You're really young and full of energy. You don't know what fear is."

"Ha, don't worry about the WMC threats. Even if they take away most of the mecha girls, what's the problem?"

"If the Yunyi convoy falls, they will naturally stop."

"Besides, this is human territory, our place. If they don't want to cause diplomatic disputes, they have to follow our rules, right?"

He waved his hand and told his assistant to go down first. Although his tone was quite relaxed, he took Yun Yi's threat seriously in his heart.

Indeed, with the overwhelming pressure from Light Wheel on the Yunyi team, it would be strange if Death Star had no energy.

It’s better for this cooperation to be voluntary.

"When this is all over, I will go and apologize."

After saying that, he flipped through the address book, locked onto Jiang Wuyang's name, and took a deep breath.

Although the situation has been determined and the Lightyear Project's restructuring of the Milky Way is on track, in order to complete the game within the public opinion window before the S game and calm the Lightwheel stock price as soon as possible...

I still need the nod of this old friend.

As long as Jiang Wuyang bows his head, the rest of the racers will also sign.

After hesitating for a few minutes, he slowly exhaled and pressed the dial button.

"Let this all be settled, Wuyang."

"Sorry, the number you dialed is busy, please try again later..."

"Sorry! The subscriber you dialed is busy now, please redial later..."

Chen Shuo's fingers couldn't help but tremble.

……

"Wuyang, please sign."

"The contestants have all signed. No matter how hard you try to stop the Lightyear Project's restructuring, it's useless. Don't get yourself into legal trouble over this, okay?"

Jiang Wuyang leaned against the wet window, took a few heart pills, and spoke with bloodshot eyes.

"It's not that I can't...sign, ahem...but your agreement is too much!"

"How can a racer get a good result if you guys are like this? What the hell are you doing without a good result?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds, and then a light voice came.

"That only means this racer is a loser. There are so many racers in Xia Country, we can just replace him. Isn't it always like this?"

"Wu Yang, we are investors, not philanthropists! Our money didn't come from the wind."

"You speak for the racers, but who speaks for us?"

"We've contributed so much to the racing industry, so why shouldn't we get nothing in return?"

"Good people should be pointed at guns?"

The boss of Critical Point sounded quite excited. Thinking about how Jiang Wuyang had squandered their investment in the past few months, spending tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of dollars just to listen to the sound of water splashing, he couldn't hold back his emotions.

"Wuyang, take a good look at what's online. If you still want to get your daughter out, sign it now!"

After he finished speaking, there was a beeping sound on the other end of the phone.

Jiang Wuyang was stunned for several seconds, then he began to gasp for breath, followed by another violent coughing fit.

Listening to the sound of raindrops outside the window, his body slowly slid down the windowsill to the ground, and his mind couldn't help but recall the ten years of the light wheel.

That's it again.

That's it again!

Every time he wanted to change something, he would hit an invisible wall.

When the Nimbus business reforms took place, when the Nimbus driver contracts changed, when the Nimbus marketing department's power expanded, when the Nimbus internal selection system changed...

Until this time, Project Lightyear.

The fire burned on him and his daughter again and again.

He tried his best to protect Xiyue, but he watched helplessly as everything became strange, weird and unscrupulous.

At this moment, he just felt so tired, so tired.

He looked up at the ceiling.

Can he still stand up after this rain?

But he must stand up. If he doesn't stand up, who else can stand up?
Just then, his cell phone rang.

Manager Yun Yiye: [Mr. Jiang Wuyang, regarding the restructuring of the Lightyear Project, we hope to have a face-to-face conversation with you. Perhaps we can turn things around.]

[I hope you can reply as soon as possible. As this concerns our future, I hope we can talk in person.]

Jiang Wuyang forced himself to cheer up and slowly stood up, thinking that perhaps there was a turning point in Jiuyuan's situation.

He was about to reply when he saw his phone ringing.

Caller ID: [Shuozi].

After hesitating for a moment, he finally answered Chen Shuo's call.

"Chen Shuo, are you here to declare your victory?"

"Are you still using Xiyue to force me to sign, just like those bastards?"

"Fuck! Wait until I deal with these bastards, and then I'll see how I break your legs."

His tone was very firm. He didn't want to show any sign of retreat in front of this old friend.

After a long silence on the other end of the phone, an extremely tired voice came.

"Did you see clearly, Wuyang?"

"These are the ones I've been dealing with, these shameless bastards! They're full of sentimentality and righteousness, but they're only interested in worldly fame and gain."

"You risk your life on the track, I'm going to risk my life with these bastards! I'm going to stuff my head into the mouths of these jackals, and then squeeze money out of their teeth to keep the team alive!"

"Dances with Wolves, do you think it's easy?"

"During Season 3, just to let you continue competing, I leveraged my money six times and took out a 6 million yuan loan! What was million worth six years ago? If you lose, I'll jump off the building!"

Chen Shuo's tone was mixed with strong emotions, but then he suppressed them all.

"Do you understand now?"

"It's a massive market worth 300 billion. There are so many wolves trying to devour you. If we, the Light Wheel, don't find a way to maintain our position..."

Jiang Wuyang interrupted him directly.

"So you're doing the same thing as them? Threatening your old friend with Xiyue's racing career?"

"I often wonder if the current Chen Shuo is the same person as the Shuozi who lost half his life saving me!"

After a while, Chen Shuo's dull voice came from the other end of the phone.

"I will withdraw Xiyue's ruling after you sign it. Sorry."

Then, after a long silence, Chen Shuo's voice rang out.

"Wu Yang, I know what you're thinking. You want the racers to have more training time, better training resources, and more energy to strive for results."

"But the prerequisite is that we have the final say first!"

"Take a good look at your surroundings. Your Lightyear Project is so ambitious, yet it was shattered so easily. Why?"

"It's because the current capital environment is not right! The timing is not right!"

"Even if you're the S3 world champion, even if your driving skills are unparalleled, even if you have a reputation that's unrivaled in the racing industry."

"But can you fight the whole world alone?"

At this moment, Jiang Wuyang's head felt like it was hit by thunder.

The rain outside the window was rumbling, constantly hitting the racing city in Kyoto.

At this moment, he finally understood why he had failed so many times.

Why did he try so hard for so long but still get nothing?

It turned out to be the case.

He opened his bloodshot eyes, looked through the Hot Wheels racetrack floating at the end of the sky, and saw a layer of color that was the same as his hair.

A ray of gray that covered the sky and spread endlessly.

Chen Shuo's voice was still ringing on the other end of the phone.

"Wuyang, wait until three or four years later, when no one can stop the Galaxy Plan or our Nimbus. When we can turn everything around with just a wave of our hands."

“The driver training system you want, the world championship you want, can only come true, right?”

The rain curtain covered Jiang Wuyang's eyes.

At this moment, he really couldn't tell black from white.

"Sign it, Wuyang."

"Hold a press conference tomorrow to announce the successful restructuring of the Lightyear Project, Wuyang."

"Just think of it as a sign for the sake of your daughter and A'ran's ideals."

"Let's fight side by side one more time, okay?"

Jiang Wuyang's lips and teeth moved, and after a while, he whispered something.

"it is good."

At this moment, he seemed to have lost all his strength.

The moment he heard Jiang Wuyang say yes, Chen Shuo thought he was hallucinating.

He sat in the chair, staring at the heavy rain outside the window, stunned for a long time.

"what."

"Hahaha……"

"Won."

"Finally won."

"Nimbus wins the future."

……

"Nimbus, no future."

"Only the Nimbus has no future. We, Jiuyuan, and racing cars have a future."

Zhou Yun's words rang in his ears. Manager Ye stood at the corridor, hesitating for a moment.

After thinking over what he was about to say again in his mind, he looked at the doorplate of the person in charge of the Lightyear Project with a more determined look in his eyes.

Zhou Yun is right.

Only by getting rid of the light wheel can everything have a future. While you are still young, you must seize the future in your hands.

How did Zhang Mazi kill Huang Silang?

First you have to find a fake Huang Silang to make people believe that you really did it.

In this way, no matter how strong and solid the blockhouse is, it is just a piece of waste paper.

[Old Ye, everything is almost ready, except for your part.]

Manager Ye glanced at his phone and smiled, feeling relieved.

At this moment, as long as they can convince Jiang Wuyang to agree to their plan, Guanglun will be completely dead.

Thinking of this, he smiled, reached out his hand and knocked on the door.

After a while, Jiang Wuyang's voice rang out.

"Enter."

Manager Ye took a deep breath and pushed open the door.

Come on, fake Huang Silang, the real racing god, let me meet you.

Seeing Manager Ye walking into the room, Jiang Wuyang was stunned for a moment, then greeted him, "So it's you, Ye Xian, right? You've made an indelible contribution to the Yunyi Racing Team's success."

He put down the document he had just faxed, pointed to the seat across from the desk, and said with a smile, "Sit down."

"I remember you were originally from the team of Marshal Kong's nephew..."

Manager Ye closed the door and said with a wry smile, "It's all in the past."

"Oh."

Jiang Wuyang smiled, then sighed and spoke bluntly.

"If you're here to discuss the reorganization of the Lightyear Project, I'm sorry."

"I've already agreed. There's nothing I can do. I'm ruining Xiyue's racing career like this...why am I saying this?"

He looked at Manager Ye with a look of deep apology in his eyes.

"Tomorrow we'll hold a press conference to sign the agreement and announce the reorganization of the Lightyear Project. If your team wants to leave..."

"I can write a contract right now and give you the track points and the engine. You don't have to worry about being held accountable by the Galaxy Project."

"If you're here to persuade me."

Jiang Wuyang coughed a few times, sighed, and then said in a calm tone: "Then please go back."

Manager Ye locked the door and then sat opposite Jiang Wuyang.

"No, Mr. Jiang Wuyang."

"I'm here to scold you."

The crisp sound of rain echoed in the room. Looking at the expression on Manager Ye's face, Jiang Wuyang's eyelids twitched violently.

"scold me?"

He was confused for a moment and didn't understand what kind of plane the Yun Yi team was making.

At this moment, his mind was full of Chen Shuo's words, and he had no room for thinking at all.

Yes.

In the current harsh capital environment, where is the room for fighting for the rights of racing drivers?

If you want to change, you have to become stronger.

Even if... we have to dance with wolves, we must seize the opportunity to realize our original aspirations.

It only takes three to five years...

"Ha, sorry, I received your text message, but I've made up my mind. Please tell Zhou Yun... I'm sorry for this matter."

"Please come back."

Having said that, Jiang Wuyang smiled self-deprecatingly. I guess many people will scold him next.

He really felt that he...deserved it.

Manager Ye shook his head, stood up, and spoke in a calm tone.

"Jiang Wuyang, your deeds have inspired a generation of racers and are also the original intention of my participation in the racing industry. I have always admired you, until that time."

"That time, Zhou Yun finished testing the new parts of the Jackdaw and complained to me while debugging the data."

"He asked me, laughing, why is the racing industry so distorted? Why are there so many things in the racing modification factories? Even rebuilding a gearbox requires a modified mechanical part. Where are our human spiritual pressure material factories?"

"He asked me why when I searched online for racing-related information, all I saw were internet media industries."

Having said this, Manager Ye lowered his head with a look of reminiscence.

"I've been in the racing industry for so many years, and if he hadn't reminded me, I really wouldn't have realized how distorted the racing industry is."

Hearing what Manager Ye said, Jiang Wuyang's heart was filled with waves.

Yes, he only saw the whole picture today.

"The capital environment is like this. There's nothing we can do about it. This hasn't happened overnight. We need..."

Before he could finish, Manager Ye interrupted him.

"This is all because of you! Jiang Wuyang!"

Jiang Wuyang's breathing suddenly became rapid. He looked at Manager Ye blankly, and a feeling of absurdity arose spontaneously.

because I?
I am the world champion of S3 and the creator of a system and school. Am I the culprit for the deformity of the racing industry?

what?
However, Ye Qing's emotional voice arrived before he reacted, interrupting all his thoughts.

"Yes, it's you! You and the system you created!"

"Jiang Wuyang, S3 World Champion, the talent imprinting system you created laid the foundation for the entire racing industry, allowing all racers to find the direction of improvement and all teams to skip the bottomless pit of trial and error."

"The S-League team is singing your praises, and your reputation is spreading throughout the racing industry. You're a mentor to all the other racers. What a brilliant achievement, haha."

"But you've also broken the legs of the entire racing industry!"

At this point, Manager Ye could no longer suppress his anger, and he pointed at Jiang Wuyang and shouted at him.

"Why is the current capital environment so corrupt? Why can those investors exploit racing drivers at will? It's all because of you, Jiang Wuyang!"

Looking at Manager Ye's hand pointing at him, Jiang Wuyang's brain suddenly went into a state of shutdown.

He couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"because I?"

"Yes! It's because of you!" Manager Ye slammed the table and looked at Jiang Wuyang with burning eyes.

At this moment, his mind slowly recalled the words and deeds of the driver Zhou Yun, organized what Zhou Yun usually said, and output it to Jiang Wuyang in a firm and quick tone.

“People’s butts determine their heads, and the same is true for industry, society, and the world.”

"What is the foundation of the racing industry? It should be primary and secondary industries, high-precision processing industries, technology companies, and companies like Jiuyuan Company!"

“Why? Because they develop and produce accessories, so they care most about the racers’ performance.”

"The failure of a racing driver means the failure of their product and their market. Their interests are tied to the performance of the racing driver, so they need excellent drivers."

“And where have all these technology companies in our racing industry gone?”

"It's all because of you, I'm dead!"

Manager Ye slammed the table again, and the sound was like a huge bell hitting Jiang Wuyang on the head.

"Look at the system and school you have developed."

"Drivers just need to match a few talent styles, do some basic training, hone their skills with the mecha girls, and then follow the racing line."

“How many modifications are involved in this?”

"Almost zero. Drivers don't need much modification to race on the track. Hahaha, it seems quite convenient, right?"

"But the racing industry's processing industry and technology companies have lost all their markets. They've all been starved to death by you."

Having said that, Manager Ye spread his hands and continued speaking with a slightly sarcastic smile.

"As we all know, racing is a capital-intensive game. If the capital that underpins the industry disappears, what will come in?"

“Reality gives us the answer, doesn’t it?”

"It's the entertainment industry, the media industry, internet companies that have been attracted by the traffic generated by the android girls, MCNs, P2P, financial capital, and other new industries that have been spurred by the rise of the internet."

"They came into our racing industry and took over."

"So, do these people care about their grades?"

"Of course they care, but they care more about traffic! They care about marketing. As long as there is traffic and hype, there is nothing they can't do."

Hearing this, Jiang Wuyang's head was covered in cold sweat and his ears were buzzing.

Did he himself destroy the racing industry?
Is it him?

His head felt like it was splitting apart, and it was buzzing with anxiety from Manager Ye's words, but Manager Ye didn't give him any chance and continued to criticize.

"Look at the disgustingly arrogant contract of the Galaxy Project. They don't care about good racers at all, and they don't care about the lives of racers."

"Because in their eyes, success can be achieved through traffic, and the number of fans is more important than ranking!"

"Even Zhou Yun, Han Yu, even Ye Qing and Xiyue from your Guanglun, in the eyes of these people, they can be sacrificed at will, because they don't see the driving skills, they only see the traffic volume."

"And they are the traffic landlords, controlling everyone's life and death... Jiang Wuyang, it's you who made everything like this."

"It's you! It's you who laid the foundation for financial capital to devour social capital, leading the entire racing industry away from the real economy and toward the virtual economy."

"It's you who made racing disgusting!"

Is it me who makes racing disgusting?

Hundreds of emotions surged up from his beating heart along with the blood, slamming into his head, making him unable to find his own expression for a moment.

He raised his hand weakly and rubbed his gray hair, and the words of praise he had received in the past few years rang in his ears.

'S3 World Champion, Jiang Wuyang! He created a racing era.'

'The S-League officials will always remember his achievements!'

"Jiang Shen! The racing drivers' mentor! Our team's system was created based on your decisive battle!"

"Wuyang, here's the world championship trophy. Xiyue will be so happy to see this..."

He used to enjoy that kind of boasting because it was the only motivation that allowed him to stay in the Nimbus.

But now, all these seemed to have become the devil's mockery, making him feel ashamed in the rain.

"me……"

After his impassioned speech, Manager Ye sighed deeply at Jiang Wuyang's collapsed expression.

These are not actually Jiang Shen’s fault. It is because of this forward-moving era that does not allow every hero to think carefully.

In the S3 era, spiritual pressure materials science had not yet been developed, so how far could these processing industries go?
Then he smiled.

The scolding was satisfying and the groundwork was laid.

It's time to get down to business.

"Jiang Wuyang, and you now have a chance to correct it, do you want to follow it?"

Manager Ye's words were like a flash of lightning that passed through Jiang Wuyang's chaotic mind, changing the gray world in his eyes.

He raised his head blankly and looked at Manager Ye.

"A chance to correct it?"

Manager Ye slammed the four-party contract signed by Yun Yi, Jiu Yuan, Light Year Project, and Light Wheel on the table.

"Correct!"

"A chance to correct him."

"Look, now you understand why they are trying so hard to curb this plan?"

"Yun Yi and Jiu Yuan are jointly providing technology, and the Light Year Project and Light Wheel are jointly providing channels. We will connect with all the processing factories across the country to produce and sell stamp set modification parts, and open up all sales links. Do you know what this means?"

"This means that we need to redevelop the market for parts processing, which should be the pillar industry of the racing industry!"

"It means these racing car modification factories can survive! It means that racing drivers will return to an era where performance is paramount."

"This means that those who currently dominate the tertiary industries in the racing industry will be restored to their rightful place of dependence. Do you think they can be less anxious?"

At this point, Manager Ye couldn't help laughing.

To be honest, if Zhou Yun hadn't been there, he wouldn't have thought of going here.

They also don't realize how important driver Zhou Yun, his drifting style, and his modification talent are to the entire racing world.

He is the driver who can ignite the flame of reform!
Even though he was originally a member of Yun Yi.

"Jiang Wuyang, we can reshape an era!"

Jiang Wuyang stared blankly at the contract on the table, his fingers trembling as he stroked the words on the contract, sweat constantly pouring out of his body.

Yes, they can reshape an era.

"But now, there's no chance."

Tears fell from the edges of Jiang Wuyang's eyes, and he wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeves.

"There's no chance, Manager Ye."

"Halun has become like this now. It can no longer provide channels, and we have no way to open up the market again."

Hearing this, Manager Ye laughed.

"Glamour Wheel is an MCN. What's the use of their communication channels?"

"They are not the channel, Jiang Wuyang, you are the channel. Think about your reputation. In our racing industry, we only recognize you!"

"Look at everything around you, look at the Lightyear Project base that has been built in the past few months."

Manager Ye slowly sat down and looked at Jiang Wuyang with an inexplicable excitement in his tone.

"Jiang Wuyang, the light wheel is not important, you are important!"

"With you here, Yun Yi and Jiu Yuan will never lack channels."

Hearing this, Jiang Wuyang blinked.

He couldn't help but think of the Light Year Project base that was rising from the ground, the staff who came following his name, and the track points and resources that were gathered, and couldn't help but smile.

But then, he shook his head again.

"I pulled it here, so what?"

"They won't just hand over the money to us and reshape the industry. Project Galaxy is the best example."

After saying that, Jiang Wuyang sighed deeply and felt tired all over.

Even if he is the world champion of the S League, he cannot stop this crazy world where people live and die for money.

After saying that, he threw the records of more than 200 phone calls to Manager Ye.

"Look, I've talked to so many people this evening. I've tried every single one who was willing. It's no use."

"Like you said, the race car driver has no bargaining chips in this negotiation."

Hearing this, Manager Ye's eyes lit up.

Finally, you hit the nail on the head.

"Do you know what Zhou Yun said to me before I came?"

"He said, these guys have always had the same fighting spirit. They will support whoever wins."

"We are in the racing industry, and we must speak with results!"

“They’re outside the track, so we’ll force them onto the track to negotiate!”

"Zhou Yun told me that the future of the racing industry should be determined by the drivers' driving skills!"

After hearing these words, Jiang Wuyang's already broken heart began to beat, as if the engine was refilled with spiritual pressure, and it was revitalized with vigorous power.

At this moment, the sound of the engine roared in his ears, and his thoughts returned to the track.

It was like an epiphany.

That's right!

The future of the racing industry should be determined by the drivers.

Since they are outside the track, we must force them onto the track to negotiate!

Negotiate the way we racers do!

He rubbed his hair and suddenly found that his old racing car had found the track again.

This track is no longer dark and gloomy, but is shrouded in blue sky, and the horizon can be clearly seen.

At this moment, he finally figured out the relationship between him and Chen Shuo.

They are not brothers who have parted ways, partners with different ideas, or opponents who stick to their own opinions.

A political enemy.

Seeing Jiang Wuyang's eyes gradually brighten, Manager Ye felt relieved. He stood up and stretched out his hand.

"S3 World Champion Jiang Wuyang, are you willing to join us in rebuilding the future of racing?"

Jiang Wuyang laughed comfortably a few times and stood up.

"Zhou Yun's driving skills? I've always believed in him."

"Okay, let me, the veteran, accompany you in battle again!"

After saying this, he shook hands tightly with Manager Ye.

Even if he is about to fight against the entire environment, even if he will fail this time like before, even if he will lose everything this time.

At least this time, he could stand in front of A'ran's tombstone and tell the entire racing world with confidence.

We are still here.

We have been here.

Manager Ye slowly exhaled, his blood boiling in his heart.

We have already won more than half of the battle!

Then he took the contract document out of his pocket and slammed it on the table.

"Jiang Wuyang, welcome to the Yunyi team."

……

PS: Haha, I wish everyone a happy New Year’s Eve.

(End of this chapter)