Chapter 151 0150: Racing

Yan Yu's words can cause a tsunami of discussion, because of his feud with Jiang Ge and others, and his father's status.

Now, a more powerful person has spoken out, and it is wrong to praise and encourage "Miao Fen Yi Qiao".

I think the rhythm will take off?

"Fuck, Fang Cong and Mr. Fang are out!"

"That time he stood on Mr. Fang's side!"

"One is a famous artist, and the other is a hall-level artist of Chinese music. It is clear who is more powerful."

"Don't mess up the rhythm. The comment is not Xiao Yan, not Lao Yan."

"Mr. Fang's comment is very pertinent, neither exaggerating nor slandering."

"That song does have shortcomings, but in today's Chinese music scene, it is enough to sweep the so-called 'Chinese style songs'."

...

In just over ten minutes, Fang Cong's Weibo was forwarded more than 20,000 times.

The wind direction changed.

Is it really the majority of netizens who made Fang Cong kick?

In fact, no, even if it was, it would not be so fast.

Is it Fang Cong's friend who found him, who? Zhou Mulong.

This reflects the importance of connections, they will lend me a helping hand when I am in trouble.

Magic City, Shuyuexuan.

It is a rare study-style teahouse abroad, showing the taste of "study", simple and elegant, exuding the atmosphere of books.

There are tables and chairs scattered in the study, drinking tea and tasting culture.

"Old Zhou, it's not easy to drink my tea."

"Then treat me for a week, okay."

"By the way, I care so much about that Jiang Ge, is he Ling Wei's boyfriend?"

"I also know that he doesn't interfere with the feelings of his daughters. The two of them are just ordinary friends now. He appreciates and expects him more. The entertainment industry has been dominated by traffic for more than ten years, and the aesthetics have gradually distorted. Fast-food works are in power, and a game-changer is needed."

"Do I think he has the ability?"

"Have I seen his works that he recommended?"

"I have seen them, otherwise how could he help me and participate in the nonsense of two juniors."

...

Zhou Mulong poured tea for Fang Cong.

Fang Cong raised his cup, the fragrance of tea filled the air, he sipped it slowly, leaving a lingering fragrance on his cheeks.

Zhou Mulong poured more tea and said, "How come Old Yan's son has such a different personality from him?"

Fang Cong replied, "After Old Yan divorced, the child has been living with his mother."

Zhou Mulong suddenly realized, "No wonder Old Yan is gentle, elegant, low-key, and reserved, but his son has such a strong temper."

Fang Cong finished his tea again, put the cup down and said, "Ding Ge is not a good person, but he knows how to 'hold' and 'let go'."

Zhou Mulong poured tea and smiled, "Don't let them shit on your head recklessly, and don't be cowardly when you need to fight back."

Fang Cong said, "Find an opportunity to introduce him to me."

Zhou Mulong smiled and said, "For him?"

Fang Cong said without disguising, "He is a talented young man. I want to hear his views on Chinese music. If possible, we can cooperate."

Zhou Mulong nodded and said, "Okay, he will arrange it. ”

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On the other side, the Magic City International Circuit.

“Why do hermaphrodites have rotten butts?” Zhou Lingwei couldn’t find the logic of that sentence.

“Uh, that…” Jiang Ge touched his nose awkwardly and said, “I don’t want to know.”

Chen Gan’s eyes drifted away and he tried hard to hold back his laughter.

Seeing this, Zhou Lingwei knew that it was definitely embarrassing, so she didn’t ask any more questions.

Jiang Ge saw his car being driven into the venue, so he said, “Would you like to go to the track and experience it?”

Zhou Lingwei’s eyes lit up, and she was eager to try, and said, “Okay.”

The three of them walked from the stands to the track.

The appearance of Jiang Ge and Zhou Lingwei attracted a lot of attention.

The high appearance of handsome men and beautiful women is one reason, but the main reason is that Jiang Ge has been very popular recently and has become a topic of discussion in the circle of rich second-generations. The real person appeared, and naturally attracted a lot of attention.

“Would you like to drive a lap by myself? "Jiang Ge brought the key with the staff.

"Let's go, there are too many cars there. If they crash, it will cost money. I'll just give him a ride to experience it." Zhou Lingwei thought her driving skills were not good enough for the track.

"Then come on." Jiang Ge helped her open the door, waited for her to get in the car, and then returned to the driver's seat, "Fasten your seat belts."

Chen Gan leaned against the car window and asked, "Would you like to challenge the record?"

He was referring to the amateur records created by their car owners in previous supercar carnivals, not the records created by professional drivers.

Before Jiang Ge came through, that "Jiang Ge" and Chen Gan often did that.

Jiang Ge had never driven on the track, so he found an excuse and said, "I have been going to the company for the past two years and I haven't practiced much. Let's talk about it later. "

Chen Gan just said it casually. He actually hadn't practiced for a long time and was not very good at driving. He was not driving fast just now.

Jiang Ge closed the door, started the car, and drove slowly on the track.

Zhou Lingwei felt the racing for the first time and was a little excited.

At that time, she should have played a song "Catching Shrimp" or "Drifting" to make it more interesting.

Jiang Ge shifted the gear to neutral position, then stepped on the accelerator pedal and made a deafening sound.

At the signal of the staff, the car sped out like the wind.

Jiang Ge himself was also very excited. Speed ​​and passion are the exclusive romance of men, and high-performance sports cars are the iron lovers of men.

The total length of the Magic City International Circuit is 5451.24 meters, with 7 left turns and 7 right turns. Its average speed is 205 kilometers per hour. The longest straight is 1175 meters long, located between turns T13 and T14.

Jiang Ge naturally didn't dare to drive so fast, and he couldn't drive it, which was the speed of an F1 car.

When he reached the end, he stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and the speed was instantly increased.

When the speed reached 260km/h, the roar of the engine could not be heard, and the sound of the raging wind and his own heartbeat echoed in his ears.

That feeling was very special and very comfortable.

Zhou Lingwei's face was flushed, and she felt that her soul was about to leave her body.

After a lap, she said with unsatisfied feeling: "Can we do another lap?"

Jiang Ge didn't drive enough, so he greeted the staff and continued to gallop on the track.

"He has a lot of problems to deal with, and he's having a lot of fun there."

"Fuck, that bastard, that carefree look before, it turns out he was just pretending."

"They said, do you want to be a prodigal son?"

"Do I believe it? Anyway, he doesn't believe it."

"Well, he heard that Chen Gan made a lot of money with him, and that McLaren P1 was earned in just one year."

"That's true, his father's company is preparing to go to their company to discuss sponsorship."

...

Several rich second-generations in Hangzhou gathered together and chatted.

Not far away.

Qian Song, president of Hangzhou Supercar Club, found Chen Gan and asked, "Is Django here?"

Chen Gan pointed at the track and said, "He's running laps."