F1: Starting with a Simulator Master

Rosin tapped on the price column of the contract.

"There are ten stations in total. For each station, you need to prepare a budget of at least 20 euros, and that's without even considering the possibility of a crash."

20 per station, 200 million euros per year.

This amount of money is enough to buy a nice house in Europe, or a few Ferrari sports cars.

Xu Zihao didn't even raise an eyebrow.

He even felt that Rosin's vision was too narrow.

As a professional and ambitious businessman, and even more so as a visionary businessman who loves racing, he knows that some things are priceless.

For example, the "glass cannon" sitting in front of him now.

He took the black card out of his pocket and casually twirled it on the table.

Money is not a problem.

Xu Zihao spoke as casually as if he were buying scallions at the market and the other party asked for an extra two cents.

He can even pay for the entire year's expenses in one lump sum.

But he didn't do that.

As a businessman, he knew that installment payments and performance-based agreements were the best constraints and the greatest incentives for both parties.

"The fees for this trial training have already been transferred."

Xu Zihao stood up and straightened his expensive suit.

"Mr. Rosin, please give me a list."

Xu Zihao waved his hand, and his arrogant demeanor, typical of a nouveau riche, seemed incredibly endearing at that moment.

"I want the best physical therapist, the best nutritionist, and the best rehabilitation equipment. Also, hyperbaric oxygen chambers, cryotherapy rooms—anything that F1 drivers use, add it all to my list."

As he spoke, he casually pointed to Chen Pengfei, who had been standing next to him like an invisible man.

"For professional training programs, contact him. He's our technical director."

Chen Pengfei paused for a moment, then straightened his back.

The entire room was instantly filled with the intoxicating fragrance of money because of Xu Zihao's words.

Marco looked at Xu Zihao, then at Luo Xiu.

He suddenly felt a little envious of this Chinese boy.

Talent is a gift from God.

However, the resources to monetize his talent came from this wealthy patron.

It's difficult to say which of these two is more difficult.

Luo Xiu's physical strength had gradually recovered during this short conversation.

He looked up at Xu Zihao.

There were no tears of gratitude, no sentimental words.

There was only one look in his eyes.

rest assured.

As long as it's a fair game, I can win.

Xu Zihao grinned and gave an OK sign.

……

Everything went smoothly after the contract was signed, and everyone returned to Prema headquarters on Wednesday.

Luo Xiu immediately boarded iRacing, ready to keep his appointment for the duel with that man.

After logging on, I only received one message from the other party, which basically said that there was an event to attend on Wednesday night, and the scheduled competition was rescheduled to Thursday night.

Luo Xiu expressed his understanding and then turned around and started a game by himself.

Verstappen's points tally has become his target, and he plans to get at least 50 points today.

……

On Thursday morning, Luo Xiu officially joined the inhumane Prema driver training program.

Chen Pengfei was learning from the sidelines what physical trainers should do to assist drivers in training, while Luo Xiu was the one being trained.

Two hours later, Luo Xiu had been trained terribly, while Chen Pengfei had already mastered most of the precautions for the training methods.

Chen Pengfei sighed. Compared to this training method, the "Hell Week Training Manual" he had previously sent to Luo Xiu could only sit at the children's table.

This is simply beyond human comprehension, especially the neck stretching and VO2 max training. You could say this training method is truly a devil on earth.

A few hours later, the streets of the small town were almost deserted as night fell.

Luo Xiu finished his day-long physical training and was now on the simulator in the Prema training room, preparing to fulfill his promise to that man.

Meanwhile, on the Chinese internet, Luo Xiu, the Ghost of Nanshan, uploaded a video to his social media account.

This video will become a catalyst in the coming days.

As events unfold over the next few days, they continue to unfold.

Ultimately, it headed in a direction no one expected.

All of this was because of Xu Zihang.

Xu Zihang was currently nestled on the sofa in the lounge, the light from his phone screen reflecting on his excited face.

His fingers flew across the page.

Every time I pull down, the private message notification sounds in the background go off like popping beans.

ding ding ding ding...

That's the sound of traffic.

The newly posted video is spreading like wildfire on his account, which is called "Nanshan Ghost Luo Xiu".

The title is simple and blunt, reminiscent of a marketing account:

From simulator master to F3, it only took one trial! The fastest legend in Imola, Chinese driver Luo Xiu!

The content has been carefully edited.

The first half features Luo Xiu's mechanically precise operations in the simulator, accompanied by a subdued low-frequency heartbeat sound as background music.

The scene changes.

The camera cut directly to a slow-motion close-up of the breathtaking leap at Imola's T14 turn.

The race car soared into the air, sparks flying from the chassis.

The background music exploded at that moment, turning into an explosively energetic electronic music.

It also needs to be accompanied by Xu Zihang's highly persuasive copywriting.

"Only participated in one karting race and one F4 championship, with a 100% win rate in his professional career..."

"One lap and I've got F3 powerhouse Prema begging me to sign them... What kind of wish-fulfillment novel protagonist script is this?"

Xu Zihang's praise is not entirely accurate; he used domestic new media and internet marketing to exaggerate the significance of the "Winning Learning Commemoration."

There was no mention of Luo Xiu almost throwing up from running.

The death curve with a heart rate of 192 was not mentioned.

Only speed, only winning, only genius.

The comments section saw its first surge of activity.

Holy crap! Is this special effects? Can track racing cars really be driven like this?!

[I'm speechless... Wasn't that leap dangerous enough to break the suspension?]

[Nanshan Ghost is awesome! I knew it, our simulator masters would dominate in real cars too!]

[Incredible! This is what Chinese drivers should be like!]

The number of likes exceeded 10 in just two hours.

Of course, wherever there is traffic, there will inevitably be controversy.

Xu Zihang keenly noticed another voice emerging in the comments section: a group of self-proclaimed rational experts and neutral observers.

[Stop exaggerating, okay? F3 isn't F1; those are pay-per-view driver seats. Anyone with money can get in.]

[Prema is all about money. Isn't this just another game for rich kids?]

[Only one go-kart experience and you dare to drive an F3 car? Aren't you afraid of dying on the track? Your family must be incredibly wealthy to have forced you into this role.]

[What's so great about F3? Verstappen jumped straight from F3 to F1 without ever driving in F2.]

These criticisms did not reduce the video's popularity; instead, they sparked even more intense arguments.

Immediately, another group of car enthusiasts jumped out to refute this.

[The person upstairs who doesn't know what they're talking about shouldn't spout nonsense! That's the Prema! The Mercedes of F3! You think money alone is enough to get in? They also check your Super License points, okay?!]

If that T14 cornering maneuver was just a fluke, I'll stream myself eating my tires. That's absolutely top-tier car feel!

[A rich kid? Have you ever seen a rich kid dare to run like that, risking their life?]

"Let them argue, the louder the better."

Xu Zihang watched the data in the backend soar and enjoyed it immensely.

He even specifically picked out a few of the most offensive and illogical troll comments, liked them one by one, and pushed them to the top.

Provoking conflict, though shameless, is effective.

"Go ahead and criticize, even negative publicity is still publicity."

Xu Zihang turned off the screen and glanced at Luo Xiu, who was sitting in front of the simulator not far away.

The figure was noticeably stronger than a few months ago, but still looked rather thin compared to these European oddballs.

But in the world of the internet, under Xu Zihang's editing blade...

That figure has gradually become a representative of Chinese drivers.

"With traffic, it will be much easier to attract sponsorships in the future."

Xu Zihang muttered something under his breath, then shouted at Luo Xiu.

"Brother Xiu! What's for dinner? Let my brother treat us!"

Luo Xiu didn't turn around, but just gave a habitual reply.

"casual."

"It's a pity there's no cheese durian pizza," Xu Zihang said with some regret.

Luo Xiu had already entered the same competition as that man.