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"Bang!"

Zhang Yong did not apply the brakes.

At a distance of three meters and a speed of first gear, even with the brakes slammed on, the car will still skid two meters, and a collision is inevitable sooner or later.

Zhang Yong slammed his right foot on the accelerator.

The engine roared loudly, and the tachometer needle jumped to red.

He released the steering wheel with his right hand, grabbed the handbrake, and pulled it all the way down.

Turn the steering wheel sharply with your left hand. Turn right, one and a half turns.

The rear wheels locked up instantly, while the front wheels continued to accelerate, and the steering wheel was used to throw all the power to the right.

In that instant, the car's center of gravity shifted.

The two tires on the right are gripping the ground, while the two tires on the left are suspended in the air.

The car, weighing over a ton, suddenly veered to the right, its two right tires scraping the ground and grazing the rear of Brother Zhao's car.

When Brother Zhao saw the exposed undercarriage of the car next to him in the rearview mirror, he was so frightened that his hands trembled and he cursed aloud.

He didn't expect Zhang Yong to not brake.

Zhao could only instinctively jerk the steering wheel to avoid it, forgetting to release the accelerator.

"Bang."

The spare car crashed into a pile of old tires on the side of the field. The tires rolled around, and one even bounced up and hit the hood before flying away.

Followed by.

"Bang!"

The spare vehicle's right front tire blew out during the impact.

The sound of the rubber bursting was loud, reaching directly onto the main road, causing people passing by the driving range to stick their heads out of the street.

A burnt smell mixed with an earthy odor rose up as the spare jeep lay askew among the pile of tires.

After Zhang Yong's 212 glided for a distance with both wheels on the ground, the left wheel landed heavily on the ground.

The car body bounced violently, and the shock absorbers made a dull thud.

Slowly come to a stop.

The engine is still running.

Zhang Yong opened his eyes.

Zhang Yong's palms were sweating; driving in practice was indeed frightening.

The panel flickered at the edge of the field of vision.

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Zhang Yong didn't turn around to look at Brother Zhao, but he knew that Brother Zhao must be injured.

He stared at the empty space in front of him for two seconds, then flipped his wrist and flicked the gear lever with his other hand.

Click.

Reverse into position.

212 moved steadily back towards the reversing area along an arc.

"Clang!"

The rear of the car was stopped at the edge of the painted line.

The inside of the tire is lined with white lines, while the outside is left with a gap of less than two fingers.

Zhang Yong turned off the engine, and the site was so quiet that you could hear the wind blowing through the stakes.

Wei Shuyun stood on the sidelines.

She didn't even realize that her hand was still covering her mouth—it was the hand Zhang Yong had put on her mouth when they were going around the corners, and she hadn't taken it down yet.

She had seen boys at school dunking on the basketball court, and she had heard that kids in military compounds could drive trucks into alleyways, but she had never seen anything like this.

A man the same age as her, with his eyes closed, drove a military jeep he'd only been handling for a few days as if it were flying.

Brother Liu stood beside her, extremely anxious.

He originally wanted to say something to smooth things over, but at this critical moment, he had to save Brother Zhao first.

He ran quickly to the pile of tires and pulled Brother Zhao out of the crooked spare car.

Brother Zhao's right leg hit the steering column, causing him to walk with a limp, and his shirt was covered in dust and debris.

The bridge of my nose is scraped and a few beads of blood are seeping out, but it doesn't seem to be a big deal.

Brother Zhao glanced at Zhang Yong's 212, which was steadily parked in the reverse bay, and then looked down at the spare car with a burst tire at his feet.

He knew he was finished.

"My goodness! What are you all doing?!"

Chen Yongjian's voice came howling from the direction of the office building.

Chen Yongjian rushed to the edge of the field, still clutching a cigarette in his hand, his face flushed red.

He was on the phone on the second floor when he glanced out the window and saw two 212 cars about to collide in the parking lot.

Chen Yongjian ran downstairs without even hanging up the phone; he felt that this was the fastest he had ever run in his life.

When I arrived, Zhang Yong had just finished reversing into the parking space with one hand.

Even with this skill, Chen Yongjian was stunned for three days.

Chen Yongjian rushed to the spare car, circled it, and saw the blown-out front tire and the dented bumper. He was so angry that he slapped his own head repeatedly!

What kind of mess is this?!

He first asked Wei Shuyun, who was present, and understood the cause and effect in just a few words.

"Zhao Er!"

Brother Zhao shuddered.

"Which unit the hell are you from? Are you from the Langfang government?"

"Coach Chen... Coach Chen, I didn't mean to—"

"I'm asking you which organization you're from!!"

"Langfang...Langfang Transportation Company."

"Good!" Chen Yongjian pointed at his nose, "You're really something! You only do despicable things like being a bystander and framing others!"

"I'm going to put all the repair costs for this car, the tire replacement costs, and what you did on public property in your report today! You can wait for your boss to come and get you!"

Brother Zhao's face turned from bright red to ashen.

"Pack your bags and get out! You're stirring up factional infighting on the Transportation Bureau's turf? You don't even know what you're capable of!"

Chen Yongjian's last words were almost shouted, which even startled the sparrows squatting on the sidelines.

Brother Liu quickly let go of Zhao Er's hand, chuckled twice, and leaned closer: "Coach Chen, I'm not on Zhao Er's side—"

"You shut up too." Chen Yongjian gave him a cold look, and Brother Liu immediately shut up and retreated to a corner.

Zhao Er stood there blankly for a while before limping off the field. When he passed Zhang Yong, he kept his head down and didn't dare to make eye contact with him.

Chen Yongjian turned around and walked up to Zhang Yong.

He stared at Zhang Yong for a long while.

"That side-swinging cornering maneuver just now," Chen Yongjian said seriously, his voice low, as if afraid of being overheard, "who taught you that?"

"No one taught me, and I was so scared that I drove recklessly."

"Driving recklessly?" Chen Yongjian's lips twitched. "That's a mandatory part of the special driving test, and there are probably no more than twenty people in the entire capital who can do it. You're telling me it's reckless driving?"

Zhang Yong couldn't explain it, so he could only scratch his head.

Chen Yongjian took a deep breath and patted Zhang Yong's shoulder hard.

"Uncle Chen, there's still some oil on the pedal. I wiped it once before, but it wasn't completely clean. I need to get a brush and scrub it now."

Seeing Chen Yongjian's fierce expression, Zhang Yong prepared to change the subject and run away.

Chen Yongjian waved his hand, his expression shifting several times before finally settling on a somewhat obsequious smile.

"Yongzi." Chen Yongjian put his arm around Zhang Yong's shoulder, his grip tight. "With your skill level, you don't need to waste time with them here."

"Go back and tell your dad that you've graduated from my program."

"Huh? So fast?"

Zhang Yong was stunned.

"Yes! Tomorrow, your uncle will take you to the headquarters. The first batch of special driving qualification certificate exams in the whole region has just started accepting applications, and they're short-staffed. With your skills, you'll pass on the first try."

Special driving license?

Zhang Yong began to make plans in his mind.

The special driving license issued in 1990 was highly valuable, with few holders nationwide. After 2000, it became a highly sought-after license by various driving teams, who offered high salaries to obtain it.

You should definitely give it a try.

"However," Chen Yongjian lowered his voice and leaned closer, "you have to do your uncle a small favor."

"What kind of help?"