Era: Rise from the Wilderness

After all, he had only been back in this era for three months.

Although he was a seasoned driver with many years of experience in his previous life, and his driving skills were almost muscle memory, he always drove automatic cars, and some even had intelligent driving systems.

What's the situation now?

This thing is practically an antique!

Facing this old Daihatsu van from the early 1990s, with no power steering and purely mechanical operation, the primitive driving experience of steering with arm strength, controlling the clutch and throttle with foot feel, and finding the gears by hand still requires a little time to readjust.

Li Hongfeng sat in the passenger seat, his body unconsciously tensing slightly, his back not even fully against the seat back.

His eyes were sharp as an eagle's, watching his son's every subtle movement intently.

The force applied to the clutch, the speed at which the clutch is released, the timing of applying the accelerator, the range of steering wheel rotation, and the constantly changing road conditions ahead.

Be ready to speak up and remind your son immediately if he makes a mistake, or even intervene by helping him pull the steering wheel.

His breathing was lighter than usual, and a silent tension filled the carriage.

However, this unfamiliarity and caution only lasted for a very short time.

Just a few minutes later, as the car drove out of Cuitun Village and turned onto the wider but bumpier country dirt road, the wheels "clunked" over a small pothole, causing the car to sway. In this bumpy ride, Li Yunjing seemed to quickly rediscover that long-lost feeling of oneness between man and car from his previous life.

It's a precise prediction and instinctive reaction to vehicle dynamics.

His movements suddenly became fluid, confident, and even had a rhythmic quality like flowing water.

The gear shifts are crisp and clean, without any hesitation or delay. The clutch and throttle work together perfectly, keeping the engine speed within a reasonable range and producing a smooth and powerful roar.

The heavy, unhelpful steering wheel seemed to come alive in his hands. He anticipated the undulations and curves of the road, making slight steering adjustments in advance, and precisely controlling the vehicle to travel along a relatively smooth route on the bumpy, rutted dirt road, minimizing the jolting.

He could always spot the occasional oncoming hand tractor with its dim headlights, the stray dogs that suddenly dart out from the roadside looking for food, and the shadowy figures of pedestrians in the darkness well in advance, and react by slowing down, giving way, or honking his horn early on. He seemed to have excellent foresight and was completely at ease, unlike a novice driver who would panic when faced with complex road conditions.

This driving skill goes beyond simply "knowing how to drive"; it's even more composed, experienced, and calm than that of Li Hongfeng, a seasoned driver who has been driving for many years!

Especially on a rural dirt road at night with poor lighting and complex road conditions, the overall control, predictive ability and calm mindset he displayed made Li Hongfeng, who was secretly observing, increasingly shocked and secretly amazed.

When did this kid become such a good driver?

This skill level is almost on par with that of Master Liu, the veteran driver who drives for the group's general manager and is known for his superb skills and calm temperament!

No, in some details, he was even more composed than Lao Liu!

Where exactly did he train?

Who taught you?

Is there really such a thing as talent?

Comparing yourself to others will only make you miserable.

Is his own son a driving prodigy?

Looking at his son's profile, focused on driving, illuminated by the faint reflection of the dashboard, Li Hongfeng was overwhelmed with mixed emotions.

My son has really grown up and become capable.

As his tense body gradually relaxed, Li Hongfeng finally leaned his back completely against the uncomfortable seat.

He took out the box of "Hongtashan" cigarettes, pulled out one, lit it with a match, and took a deep drag, taking advantage of the cool breeze coming in through the car window crack.

The pungent smoke swirled in my lungs before slowly being exhaled through my nostrils, dissipating in the dim light of the carriage and mingling with the smells of dust and engine oil.

"Fine, you little brat!"

He gazed out the window at the dark outlines of fields and the blurry shadows of trees, occasionally illuminated by the car headlights. After a long while, he spoke in a tone that carried an undisguised admiration, a hint of teasing, and a touch of relief, "You drive well! You've really put in the effort."

He paused, then said, half-jokingly and half-probingly, "If you really can't do well in your studies and can't get into university, and you can't make it in society, your old man will risk his reputation to go to Old Yu in the car team, or look for other connections. Maybe I can actually arrange for you to drive for some leader."

"At least it's a decent job, sheltered from the wind and rain, and it's a skilled job, a secure job."

He wanted to hear his son's thoughts on his future, whether he was truly focused on these "crooked" ways to make money.

"Drive for them?"

Upon hearing this, Li Yunjing laughed, his gaze still fixed on the dark road, but his tone carried a hint of sarcasm: "Heh, Dad, do they think they're worthy of riding in my car?"

He tilted his head slightly, glancing at his father out of the corner of his eye, and said, "With these hands and this skill of mine, I'll only be driving for you and Mom from now on!"

"I'll be your personal driver!"

"I guarantee it will be safer and more stable than other drivers!"

"Where you want to go? Just give the order, and we'll be there in no time!"

Moreover, Li Yunjing knew exactly what was going on.

In the next decade or so, the driving profession will rapidly transform from an enviable "technical job" and a "person close to the leader" into an ordinary skill that almost everyone has and every family owns a car.

By then, what scarcity and "future prospects" will a full-time driver still have?

It's just an ordinary job.

Li Hongfeng couldn't help but chuckle, shaking his head and laughing as he scolded, "You brat! You've got quite the nerve! Your boasting is as loud as the sky!"

But the smile in his eyes and the relaxed tone of his voice betrayed his true feelings.

A feeling of pride mixed with a touch of melancholy arose in my heart: "My son has grown up, he has his wings and has become strong, it's time to let go."

"son,"

Li Hongfeng flicked his cigarette ash out the window and said, "Tomorrow morning, can you drive me to the county train station?"

"That way I won't have to get up early to squeeze onto a long-distance bus, and I can sleep in a little longer at home."

His tone was natural and casual, as if it were a matter of course, revealing a complete approval of his son's abilities.

"No problem, Dad! I've got this covered!"

Li Yunjing readily agreed, his voice brimming with the youthful vigor and sense of responsibility, "What time are you leaving?"

"Your word is final!"

We guarantee to get you to the train station on time, safely, and comfortably!

"May your business trip go smoothly from the moment you leave home!"