Farming Life Starting in Africa

Guan Yuming did indeed introduce him to a good teacher. Lone Wolf was very flexible in his teaching, which was completely contrary to his personality.

Rosen's talent for learning also exceeded Lone Wolf's initial expectations.

He not only adapted quickly to being in the driver's seat, but also had an extraordinary feel and efficiency when repairing old parts.

In just one week, Rosen was already able to skillfully pilot the Cessna 172 and complete the entire takeoff and landing process. The movements became more and more natural in his hands, as if the steering wheel and accelerator pedal were slowly becoming an extension of his body.

If the aircraft's performance had allowed it, Rosen would have even considered attempting more aggressive maneuvers such as loops, rolls, and wake spins.

Rosen bought the Cessna 208 for $16 and acquired the right to select parts from the graveyard and repair and assemble it himself.

During this period, he also participated in several skydiving training sessions with Lone Wolf, which Lone Wolf did not charge separately for.

Because Rosen wanted to learn firsthand how to obtain the qualifications to build his own airplane, he paid Lone Wolf $10 in tuition.

Rosen has been staying in a luxurious detached house in downtown McAllen for some time now.

It wasn't that he was particular; it was just that driving from the farm to Veslako and back every day took nearly three hours round trip. The cost of gas was a minor issue; the main problem was the wasted time.

Just as he finished his day of studying and returned to his apartment, preparing to revise the blueprints for the still unfinished airplane, his phone rang.

He took it out of his pocket and glanced at it. The caller ID showed an unfamiliar number, but it was dialing his cell phone, which was used for his alternate account.

Rosen's first thought was, "That poor bastard Swag has been caught red-handed." He answered the phone, ready to hear if it was a call for help or some new development, but instead, a woman's voice with a smile came through the receiver.

"Hey, Archangel, where are you?"

When Rosen heard this address, he paused for a moment, then laughed. "I was just about to find a succubus and teach her a lesson."

"Huh? Succubi really exist?"

"Of course, I know a succubus named Giselle who's been avoiding me for days. She owes me a lot, and do you know where she is?"

A giggle came from the other end of the phone, "Okay, I've been a bit busy lately, just got back..."

She explained that she had been busy with work in Mexico recently and had just returned today.

After hearing her finish speaking, Rosen joked, "I thought you ran off with my bonus."

Hearing Rosen's words, Gisele said somewhat helplessly, "So, do you want your prize money back?"

"certainly……"

Giselle said provocatively, "Let's race again tonight at the same location as last time. If you win, the prize money will be doubled!"

"Hey, don't think I'm bad at math. My prize money is already doubled since I won!"

Giselle gave an awkward laugh upon hearing this. "See you later?"

Giselle later heard Luke say that Rosen used the sinister Triangle Nail to stop him; otherwise, Luke would definitely have been number one.

However, Gisele simply laughed it off, since it was an unregulated race after all.

Since there are no rules, no one will care what you do.

After hanging up the phone, Rosen pondered which car to drive that night. He had recently increased the travel of the front and rear wheels of the pickup truck.

It's already aiming for the Baja 1000 racing car, so using it for city roads would be a bit of a disadvantage, since the car body is much taller.

Harry's parking lot has been in a terrible state. Apart from the exterior, which remained untouched, Rosen dismantled about twenty good cars there and modified and reassembled several monster-level vehicles.

He went into the garage and released a completely black vintage car.

It was a third-generation Pontiac Firebird, its streamlined body gleaming with a matte finish under the lights. Although the exterior still retained the classic, old-fashioned design, everything inside had been completely modified.

The 3.7T horizontally opposed six-cylinder twin-turbo engine produces 770 horsepower, accelerates from 0 to 100 km/h in just 2.8 seconds, and has a top speed of 395 km/h. It is paired with a six-speed sequential gearbox, and features a brand-new suspension system, braking system, wheels, and internal structure adjustments.

After Rosen's meticulous tuning, this car possesses the performance of a top-tier supercar.

Those guys who have a bomb sitting on their butts won't be able to catch him this time, even if they use nitro boost. They're going to sprint in a straight line.

Night had completely enveloped the abandoned industrial area west of Macallan. When Rosen, sporting a Homelander face, drove his third-generation Pontiac Firebird through the gates of the abandoned factory, he attracted a lot of attention.

This car holds a special place in the hearts of many Americans. Most of these Americans watched Knight Rider when they were young, and the talking KITT was their childhood dream. They all dreamed of owning this car.

Rosen parked his car directly on the starting line. There was only one black Dodge Charger parked next to him, but Rosen immediately noticed that this Dodge Charger was different from the one he had seen at Mia's repair shop. It didn't have the exaggerated air intake protruding from the supercharger on the hood.

But this isn't a straight-line race; adding that supercharger would be idiotic.

He saw Gisele, the girl, standing under the rusty lamppost on the side of the field, gesturing a famous hand gesture to a short-haired woman in a suit.

The short-haired woman appeared again tonight, still wearing a sharp suit.

Rosen turned off the engine. The car's two headlights slowly folded down, embedding themselves into the grooves on either side of the front grille, forming a smooth, horizontal closed surface. In that instant, the entire front of the car became complete and streamlined.

Someone nearby saw this and let out a short whistle, drawing more and more attention to the classic car.

Giselle turned her gaze over upon hearing the commotion.

She was quite surprised to see Rosen sitting in the car. She thought Rosen would come in that pickup truck again tonight, but she didn't expect it to be this retro old car.

This car looks cool, but its performance is completely out of step with the pace of a race. However, considering the performance of Rosen's previous pickup truck, this one must have undergone heavy modifications.

Rosen got out of the car and waved to Giselle. Giselle immediately put down Ares, who was standing to the side, and swayed her hips as she walked towards him.

Ares followed behind her, his gaze passing over Giselle's shoulder and landing on Rosen, his eyes narrowing slightly.

As Giselle approached, her gaze fell upon the Pontiac Firebird. "That car's got some eye-catching features! Driving it to the race, are you trying to turn tonight into a car show?"

"Not as attractive as you..." Rosen casually uttered a flattering remark that cost nothing.

Giselle's lips curved into a slight smile, and she was about to speak when Ares walked up behind her, stood in front of Rosen, and began gesturing at him. Rosen looked at her gestures, but he didn't understand a single one.