This is not how you drive a machine!

Chapter 6 Are you good at driving?

"Isn't this exactly what you want? Haven't you always said that you want to train new young drivers for Xia Country?"

"What the hell! I went to that training camp and saw what kind of young drivers they recruited. None of them have any racing skills, but their faces are as smeared as putty."

Jiang Wuyang gestured across his face with his hands, his tone was strange, and it was unclear whether he was laughing or crying.

"I don't know if I've entered a den of demons! Racing drivers aren't focusing on speed, but instead spend all day figuring out how to ask female fans for tips. It's driving me crazy. Is this a beggar company?"

Hearing this, Kong Guancheng also sighed: "In today's environment, racing drivers need to learn fan management, and clubs have become artist companies, all for the purpose of making money."

"What a crooked way!" Jiang Wuyang gulped down a bottle of beer, his emotions surging in an instant.

"The World Championship has been held for six times now, and the seventh is about to start. Our Daxia was once the overlord who won the world championship three times, but... ahem!"

He coughed for a while and then angrily said, "Ever since I retired, all the major clubs have been talking about business restructuring. Where has that restructuring gone? It's so complicated that I can't even leave the country and am being held up at home and beaten."

"boom!"

Jiang Wuyang slammed the wine glass heavily on the table.

"He changed the ball! I will kill these bastards sooner or later... cough cough..."

Seeing that Jiang Wuyang was getting more and more excited and showing signs of a relapse of heart disease, Kong Guancheng quickly advised him to stop drinking.

"It's okay, I'm fine." Jiang Wuyang waved his hand: "I came back this time to see if there are any good young drivers. I want to develop a few direct descendants to take back."

Kong Guancheng understood instantly: "Why, their people are not trustworthy?"

"How can I trust a bunch of goblins? They're already vying for power and profit before the results are even out."

Thinking of this, Jiang Wuyang was quite speechless, and then said: "Don't you run a racetrack? Please keep an eye on it for me. I need someone who is really capable."

Kong Guancheng nodded. "I understand this matter. I will handle it myself. But as you know, Jingyun City is a small place..."

Jiang Wuyang also knew that it was unlikely to find a bargain in such a small place, so he patted Kong Guancheng on the shoulder.

"Just do your best. Thank you in advance."

"We've been brothers for many years, no need to thank me." Kong Guancheng poured Jiang Wuyang a glass of wine. "By the way, do you still remember Yue Lin? He's my nephew."

"What's up with him."

"he……"

While speaking, the TV broadcast caught Jiang Wuyang's attention.

[Attention, citizens of Jingyun City. A news report is coming soon. Multiple people have reported illegal drag racing incidents near Changnan Road in Jingyun City. Investigations have revealed a suspected mentally ill driver. Please exercise caution.]

This is footage from a surveillance camera. If you see the vehicle in the video, please contact the police immediately. An out-of-control robot is extremely dangerous...

Kong Guancheng sighed, "Ownerless robot girl, which poor kid is this, being illegally resold?"

"These damn smugglers." Jiang Wuyang said, glanced at the TV screen, and was stunned.

"Marshal Kong, don't you think she looks like... a jackdaw?"

"Are you talking about the champion mecha girl from S1 and S2?" Kong Guancheng asked in astonishment. "Wasn't she completely destroyed in the S3 World Championship?"

Jiang Wuyang stared at the screen on TV in a trance: "Back then... what a pity! If she hadn't crashed, I probably wouldn't have won the championship."

"That's a killer car. How many drivers have died on it?" Seeing Jiang Wuyang looking a little depressed, Kong Guancheng changed the subject: "When will Xiyue come back?"

"The girl will arrive the day after tomorrow. She has to go record a program. The child is grown up and has her own things to do."

During the conversation, a TV program in which Jiang Xiyue participated was broadcast on TV.

[Ms. Xiyue, I heard that the official World Series announced a series of new competition rules this season. What are your thoughts?]

[Hey, our club has studied the new rules. It seems the officials are planning to increase the intensity of the competition in this year's S-League...]

"Wuyang, I have to say, your daughter is getting more and more beautiful."

Kong Guancheng sighed, poured a glass of wine, and asked, "The registration for this year's S7 season is about to start. Isn't she going to participate at the Guanglun?"

"It's just a registration competition. Just participate in Jingyun City."

"That's right." Kong Guancheng smiled and clinked glasses with Jiang Wuyang. "In Jingyun City, who else can outrun Xiyue?"

Jiang Wuyang's face immediately flushed: "My daughter looks like her mother, and her driving skills are like mine. What do you call this? A tiger father will have a dog son."

"Good for you, Wuyang. I haven't seen you for a few years, and your face is still as big as before." Kong Guancheng said with a smile: "You can even praise your daughter and still be so proud of her."

"Haha." Speaking of his own daughter, Jiang Wuyang's depressed mood was swept away: "That's my daughter."

[Currently being broadcast is footage of last year's S-League, the national peak competition, with Jiang Xiyue driving Ling Yu...]

"Xiyue is truly talented. She controlled the curve very steadily, without losing much speed and blocking the opponent's route."

Kong Guancheng patted Jiang Wuyang on the shoulder and said, "You have the same style as you did in your youth. This way, Ling Yu's spiritual pressure skills won't be needed." This boasting made Jiang Wuyang's heart surge. As a father, he was of course proud of his excellent daughter.

At this moment, he felt very proud and his daughter really made him proud.

Just as he was about to say something, he heard a drunken voice coming from the next table.

"You're such a coward! Are you going to the race or to buy groceries?"

Jiang Wuyang and Kong Guancheng turned their heads at the same time.

I saw a young man in his twenties sitting at the next table.

On the table before him lay a large pile of barbecue skewers and six or seven empty wine bottles.

At this moment, he was holding a bottle of wine and gulping it down while watching TV. He was unconscious and kept talking.

"We've only been running for a short time, the tires are still fine! Don't worry about wearing out the tires, go for the inside lane!"

"Leave it to me. I can't see the taillights on that guy I can shake off. What a lousy car he's driving."

Jiang Wuyang chuckled: "Young people really know how to brag."

"Wu Yang, this kid's broken mouth has the style of you back then."

The two of them withdrew their gazes, neither taking the young man seriously, and continued to watch the game.

[The following is the climax of the game. Contestant Jiang Xiyue is closely following contestant Wang Yuan, who is constantly blocking the inside lane...]

"Your daughter is much braver than you. She's already driven to this point, her tires are almost worn out, and yet she still dares to take this curve to overtake..."

Before Kong Guancheng finished speaking, the people at the next table started talking again.

"The car's speed has been reduced by one gear, which clearly means the tire is dead!"

"He wouldn't dare to fight you! The way you chose to cut the corner slowed you down by at least half a second."

"And what kind of exit route was that? The speed was too low. You're just lucky the other team didn't overtake you."

"Who taught you how to drive? Lao Zhang... our team's backups are better than this."

Hearing this, Jiang Wuyang's face suddenly turned dark. Boy, you're going too far!

He turned and looked at Kong Guancheng.

"Do you know this guy? Which team is he from?"

Kong Guancheng closed his eyes and thought for a long time: "No one like him has ever come to my racetrack."

"Oh, so you're just a little punk." Jiang Wuyang snorted coldly and took a sip of wine.

After a few more drinks, Kong Guancheng continued speaking while looking at the game screen.

"Look, the disciple is better than the master. Your daughter drove these two turns much calmer than you..."

"I give up! These two are so disgusting!"

"If I run like this, Old Zhang will laugh at me to death. I really should let that guy see the world. What's the level of this?"

pat!

Jiang Wuyang placed his hand on the mouth of the empty wine bottle and lifted the bottle upside down.

It can’t happen again for the third time!
It’s okay if the young man scolds him, but as a father, he really can’t stand it if he keeps belittling his daughter.

Kong Guancheng quickly kicked Jiang Wuyang.

"Old Jiang, you're drunk! Are you still thinking about the days when we were in school? You want to fight just like that? What's your status now? How will it look if it gets out? Don't be impulsive!"

Jiang Wuyang slowly put down the bottle, but his face was still gloomy.

Kong Guancheng knew his old friend's temper well and advised, "He's just a young man who has never seen the world. Why are you arguing with him? After all these years, you still don't want to change your temper."

Just when Jiang Wuyang calmed down, the young man at the next table spoke again.

"Old Zhang, look, with this level of skill, you can still make it to the national peak competition?"

"The last bend... the car was driven very well, don't drive it next time."

"With her level, I can surpass her even if I have a grocery cart!"

Jiang Wuyang stood up suddenly, picked up the wine bottle, sat at Zhou Yun's table, and slammed the bottle on the table with a "bang".

"Young man, you are a good driver, right?"

(End of this chapter)