F1: Starting with a Simulator Master

Chapter 109: Leave it there, it's fine.

Verstappen, who was still reviewing the lap times, immediately understood what was going on when he heard Xu Zihao's sudden change in tone.

In the political climate of Weichang, the only person who can make an agent go from being all smiles and laughter one second to having a stern face the next is the real "BOSS".

Verstappen didn't ask any more questions. He pulled off the towel draped around his neck and tossed it onto the sofa next to him.

"Boss calls, huh?"

He shrugged, hitting the nail on the head.

This is the kind of insight and skill that only those who have spent years navigating the world of capital and become seasoned veterans of it can acquire.

"Go ahead. Remember to log in and run the endurance race when you're done with your work."

Luo Xiu realized that Verstappen hadn't understood what Xu Zihao said at all, and had guessed correctly by guessing.

He gave a thumbs up and promised to come back to participate in the competition after he finished his work.

Xu Zihao drove the car himself; it was just him and Luo Xiu.

Along the way, the bustling city gradually transitioned into a vast expanse of steel buildings.

Xu Zihao gripped the steering wheel, his eyes occasionally glancing at the rearview mirror, appearing somewhat distracted.

Ever since he received that phone call from the old man, his mind has been racing.

He knew his father too well; that ruthless and decisive figure in the business world would never interfere pointlessly at such a crucial juncture.

Those four contracts from top European F1 clubs were a huge problem for Xu Zihao. Each one was attractive, but each also came with shackles that could lead to utter ruin.

But the old man only said "Let's put it aside for now" on the phone, and there was no change in his tone.

What does this tell us?

Xu Zihao felt as if he had touched a corner of something enormous, but he couldn't see the whole picture.

He instinctively wanted to express his thoughts and guesses to sort them out, but when he turned to look at Luo Xiu in the passenger seat, he swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

Luo Xiuzheng stared blankly out the window, seemingly lost in thought.

Xu Zihao gave a wry smile.

This kid is a pure track monster, but once he's off the track, he's basically a quiet, unassuming guy.

Talking to him about capital games and business strategies is like talking to a brick wall.

"Forget it, I'm just worrying unnecessarily."

Xu Zihao sighed inwardly, "Anyway, I'll be seeing the old man soon, and the truth will come out then. There's no need to speculate here."

Having made up his mind, Xu Zihao rolled down the car window a little to let the outside wind in and clear his head.

To break the long silence in the carriage and to allow him to clear his mind.

Clearing his throat, he began to occasionally point to the massive buildings along the roadside and strike up a conversation with Luo Xiu.

Before long, we easily turned into an impressive factory gate, and after going through layers of security checks, we officially entered an extremely large factory area.

A deep rumble came from afar, like the sound of a die-casting machine, but amplified many times over.

As they drove past rows of seemingly endless giant factories, Xu Zihao introduced the scale of the industry to Luo Xiu.

The smallest factory building occupies an area comparable to a hangar, and it mainly produces various car parts.

It is said that during the mask-wearing period a couple of years ago, the masks produced here every day, if laid end to end, could circle the Earth.

Luo Xiu didn't know if Xu Zihao was exaggerating or being conservative.

However, based on the area occupied by these buildings and the various giant facilities he glanced at along the way, he quickly estimated in his mind an astonishing scale of the industry.

There are security checkpoints every so often, and this level of secrecy, coupled with the feeling of insignificance within them, highlights the true power of the Xu family.

The overpass connecting the factory area spans in mid-air, and there are few civilian vehicles on the road, only a large number of internal testing vehicles with mosaic paint shuttling back and forth.

Luo Xiu's mental palace recorded all of this, but there were still a large area beyond his sight that he could not estimate.

Before this, he only knew that the Xu family was rich, but today he saw the figures of millions of dollars in the contracts of those four European giants.

But now, he sees the power of visualization behind money.

Twenty minutes later, Xu Zihao drove onto a wide, six-lane road.

The road shoulders were painted in a standardized red and white color scheme, and the sound of tires rolling over the road suddenly became louder.

There is an internal test track here that is not open to the public and was built to FIA Grade 2 standards.

Several black MPVs were parked at the track entrance, but at the empty starting line, only one person stood there, with a red Ferrari parked next to him.

As soon as the car came to a stop, Xu Zihao pushed open the door and got out as quickly as possible.

He subconsciously straightened his collar, which wasn't actually that messy, and his face lost all its playful smile, leaving only a sense of awe as if he were walking on thin ice.

Xu Fu, the true leader of the Xu Empire, was not dressed in formal attire, but rather in casual clothes, standing beside the track.

Luo Xiu unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car.

He didn't look at Xu Fu, but instead glanced at the monster next to him.

A well-maintained classic two-seater Ferrari Monza SP2 sports car.

The Monza SP2's classic Ferrari red exudes a cool yet flamboyant aura under the sunlight.

The lack of a windshield makes this beast look like a machine that perfectly blends retro and modern styles, born solely for speed.

Xu Zihao, along with Luo Xiu, greeted Xu Fu.

Grandpa Xu nodded as a greeting, skipping the usual polite small talk between elders and juniors.

His eyes, which had seen countless storms, glanced at Luo Xiu briefly, then pointed to his car, his tone surprisingly amiable.

"Little Luo Xiu, can you take me for a couple of laps?"

Luo Xiu glanced at the car, drove it around a couple of times (this was his comfort zone), and without a word, opened the car door.

在MonzaSP2长长的引擎盖下，隐藏着一台6.5升V12发动机，仅需2.9秒即可从0加速到100公里/小时，并在7.9秒内达到200公里/小时。

Xu Zihao quietly swallowed, took out the bottled water he had brought from the car, and took a big gulp.

He didn't understand what Grandpa Xu was up to, and what made him even more nervous was that he was afraid Luo Xiu would treat his father like he was driving a race car.

He had personally witnessed countless times Luo Xiu's aggressive driving style, repeatedly veering to the edge of the limit. If he used that kind of G-force to take a corner, the old man's bones definitely wouldn't be able to withstand it.

But just as Xu Zihao was about to speak up to remind him, his father stopped him with a look.

After the two got into the car and fastened their seatbelts, Luo Xiu didn't rush to start the engine.

"Brother Hao, could you help me find two helmets?"

Xu Zihao's eyelids twitched when he heard this.

What are they trying to do? Are they really going to make a splash?

At that moment, a security guard from a short distance away rushed over, carrying two helmets.

As Xu Zihao took the helmet and handed it into the car, he casually placed his half-finished bottle of mineral water on the Moza.

On the trunk lid of the SP2.

After checking everything, he was about to take it away when Luo Xiu said casually, "Just leave it there, it's fine."

Xu Zihao was stunned. It was a convertible!

That was a plastic mineral water bottle that was only half full and didn't even have a cap!

He couldn't understand what Luo Xiu was trying to do.

"No, Luo Xiu, you—"

But Xu Fu only glanced at him, which made Xu Zihao swallow back the words he was about to say.

Everything is ready, ignition.

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