Qingfeng received this sentence unexpectedly, and Qingfeng's eyes were hardened.

There seemed to be a very complicated emotion coming up. I couldn't tell what it was, but I could feel my blood boiling.

'good.'

'I believe in you, I won't lose!'

'I also believe that you can make girls all over the world hold their heads up proudly and live for themselves!'

After settling the contract matters.

Quan Jin followed the process described by Qingfeng, applied for a writer account, and posted the content of the 10,000-word novel.

Quan Jin here has accomplished something big.

And the other side.

The young master from the aristocratic family rushed to Xanadu in a hurry. The speed of the car did not drop below two hundred yards during the whole journey. He just waited for the young master from the aristocratic family to stand at the door of the International Racing Department.

In the racing track, there were sounds of arguments.

"A group of defeated generals, haha, what right do they have to act arrogantly in front of us?"

"Does your headquarters only have so much technology?"

"I haven't won for ten consecutive years, and I still have to accept competitions every year. If I were you, tsk, shameless." It's not Chinese, it's the language of country R.

The young master of the aristocratic family clenched his fist tightly, his face burning with pain.

A little ashamed, but more angry.

It is undeniable that all countries in the world look down on the headquarters. It is also undeniable that the headquarters ranks at the bottom in every competition.

"So be it."

"Our commander-in-chief, please send us a message to the headquarters. This apology letter is unnecessary."

"After all, you can't afford to lose face by informing the world to apologize to us, can you?"

Isn't it...

The words were so sarcastic and provocative that when I heard them, I felt like I would faint from anger.

The young master of the family stood at the door and watched with his own eyes the manager of the racing department at the headquarters, the racing drivers, and all the staff...

Everyone bows to the people of country R.

He pinched his fingers fiercely, his smile froze, but he didn't dare to refute.

"Apologise to you?!" The young man from the aristocratic family put away the anger on his face and walked over.

"Are you, Country R, ​​a little too sure? It's not the end yet. It's not certain who will win or lose!"

Hear the sound.

Everyone looked towards the young master of the aristocratic family.

Seeing that it was the young master of the aristocratic family, the people from country R smiled disdainfully: "This is not determination, but strength."

"You are just a garbage gathering center."

"If you lose, just say our car is good. Have you been so useless in the past ten years? Your car-making technology has not surpassed ours?"

"Bah! Trash!"

The other party took a sip at the young master of the aristocratic family.

He smiled provocatively and arrogantly, and when he left the racing department, he hit the young master of the famous family hard on the shoulder.

The young master's fists were so tight that they turned white.

However, he cannot take action. Once he takes action, it will be a dispute between the two countries.

After enduring this, I heard the group of people leaving saying with disdain and threats: "See you at the International Circuit in seven days."
Chapter completed!