Chapter 111 Gathering in Nanshan (1)

"This mountain is a racing car? Is it messy?" Tang Yuling dressed in a red down jacket, Hong Yan stepped out of the car like a fire, and asked with frowning at the crowd of people going up the mountain.

Beside her is her best friend Jiang Wen. She wears a black sports padded jacket. She looks exquisite but very capable. The high and tight ponytail shows the whole beautiful outline, and her eyes are still domineering.

Shao Bingran smiled and said, "There are all kinds of people in the three religions and nine classes. It's fine if a stranger talks to you, just ignore it, so many of us are fine."

Cui Xian also got out of the car behind Tang Yuling. The black long and wide coat and the white scarf made the face even more white and almost transparent.

After he got out of the car, he glanced at the flow of people on the mountain lightly, and a trace of curiosity rose in his eyes, "Is this all going up the mountain to watch the game?"

Shao Bingran nodded, "Actually, I have only been to the Nanshan competition once, but the venue and the track are quite large, and they are among the best black competition venues in Province L."

"Black match?" Tang Yuling widened his eyes and looked at Shao Bingran in disbelief. He brought them to see the black match?

Originally, Shao Bingran said today that there are club activities and will watch the car race together in the evening. She heard that Cui Xian was also coming and agreed, but she just learned that they were going to watch the black race in the evening.

This term is unfamiliar and familiar to her. She has never experienced it, but she has heard it in books and movies. The so-called black race gave her the impression that it was like an underground black fist, dirty, bloody and hugely profitable.

I am afraid that those who come to participate are also the three religions and nine streams, or some underworld characters who appear on TV.

Hearing that they were watching the black game today, Tang Yuling's face turned white, and Jiang Wen's hand was tightened.

Tang Yuling is the vice president of the student union, president of the school broadcasting club, and has her own column in the school magazine. She considers herself a girl who lives a positive life every day, and has never been exposed to the so-called dark side.

Jiang Wen's eyes flashed with excitement, "Okay, Boss Shao! Do you have this path? What kind of car do you race? Sports car or motorcycle?"

Shao Bingran smiled excitedly, "It depends on what kind of competition it is. Today's competition should be a car, not a motorcycle. I heard that it is the NO of the Nansheng team.

Jiang Wen had a hard time understanding where his excitement was.

Another boy who got out of the taxi said, "Generally, the competition is clearly marked with a price, and the winning or losing of the competition is closely related to one's own worth. Many teams smashing the field and kicking the signboard will name and click NO. 1 Competition , this is the most direct way to increase one's own worth. But the NO.1 in a team will not easily compete, unless the price is in place or the opponent wants to be, no matter how bad it is, the team will not be able to come up with a winner. Nansheng's NO.1 pair of newcomers is exciting enough."

Shao Bingran smiled and nodded, "That's what Li Xingyu said."

Tang Yuling frowned and said, "It's alright for the newcomer to have money, so what kind of sailing can compare with him?"

Li Xingyu couldn't help but squinted at Tang Yuling's figure, shook his head and said, "Isn't that, you have no skill at all, are you willing to pay tens of thousands of yuan to find a sailing competition just to lose a game?"

"tens of thousands?" Tang Yuling and Jiang Wen smacked their tongues.

This sailing price is too high, right? His one appearance is worth the average worker's income for several years. Although Tang Yuling's father was a high official, his monthly salary was less than 2,000 yuan.

Seeing that the two beauties were greatly surprised by his words, Li Xingyu suddenly smiled proudly, "This is just the price of a famous south-facing team. If you want to change to a more developed city, or internationally, it may not be an astronomical figure."

Sure enough, his words caught the two beauties looking at each other in surprise.

Shao Bingran smiled and said, "Go up the mountain. You can see many drivers before the race. If you're lucky, you can even see the drivers' cars."

...

Wei Sheng entered the villa under the rather formal escort of Qian Bin and others, Yuan Chunbo was sitting on the sofa smoking a cigar with his head up, looking like he was enjoying it.

When he saw Wei Sheng coming, he didn't speak.

This time, Wei Sheng sat down on the sofa opposite Yuan Chunbo.

Yuan Chunbo didn't speak, Wei Sheng didn't speak either, just stared at him with a smile on his face.

Time passed minute by minute, and the atmosphere was already a little awkward.

Until Yuan Chunbo was about to finish smoking the cigar in his hand, Qian Bin finally couldn't help but reminded in a low voice, "Brother Yuan, Miss Wei is here."

"Yeah." Yuan Chunbo then put out the cigarette butt, turned to look at Wei Sheng, and thought that this girl was even calmer than himself.

He smiled and said, "How about it, the game will be played in a while, are you ready?"

Wei Sheng also smiled and said, "What is Boss Yuan going to ask me to prepare? Is it the official competition in two days?"

Yuan Chunbo was stunned when he heard the words, and then raised a fat thumb, "Okay, hehehe, I like your arrogance of this little girl!"

Wei Sheng raised the corners of his mouth lightly, "Did Boss Yuan prepare a car for me?"

Yuan Chunbo said with a smile, "Yangfan's car is a 98 Ford Mustang, and I have arranged for you an identical one. They are quite equivalent in terms of configuration. Whether they can win or not depends only on personal skills."

If it wasn't for Qian Bin swearing by patting his chest with him, the little girl in front of him had really beaten the provincial professional team in Hutai Mountain. It would be hard for him to imagine that he would be sitting here, like a teenager like the one in front of him. The little girl who can't get in touch talks about matching cars.

"Apple green?" Wei Sheng asked with interest.

Yuan Chunbo smiled and nodded.

Wei Sheng raised his eyebrows and said to himself, "That's really an old guy."

She remembered that a well-known singer surnamed Sun had one in the early days. If she remembered correctly, it should be a 3.8-liter two-door sports car, a real old guy. She never thought she would be lucky enough to see a new car.

Yuan Chunbo was startled, "Old guy?"

Wei Sheng smiled lightly and refused to answer him, "Do you want to see Yangfan before the game?"

However, Yuan Chunbo shook his head. This time, he also took a lot of effort to get the kid to agree to this game. Although he was a player who pulled up by himself, he was very hard-hearted.

With Yangfan's stubborn temper, it's not easy to be willing to compete, so how can you meet this little girl.

...

At half past six on the winter night, the sky was completely dark.

The Nanshan racing venue is huge enough to accommodate hundreds of people without hindering the racing event.

Shao Bingran and the others were all speechless when they arrived at the venue. There were all kinds of racing motorcycles, two-door sports cars, men and women with colorful hair, and a few waves of young and middle-aged people who looked obviously older in their thirties. Stand alone in a position slightly to the side without obstructing the view.

"Wow, Mercedes-Benz 380sl-v8! Open the roof!" Li Xingyu looked around excitedly, and everyone seemed to be infected by such a lively and different atmosphere.

"Huh? Is that Wei Sheng?"