Foolproof and once lost, if we talk about it separately, it means nothing is left and everything is lost, right?
Unfortunately, Cai Gen didn't hear Na Qi's subtext, and only felt a not too strong sense of confidence.
Since Na Qidu said so, it would be a bit redundant for Cai Gen to ask again.
Anyway, communicating with Naqi is never very comfortable.
Looking at the cars of other contestants, the signs of modification are very obvious.
Various reinforcements and exposed machines make it feel like there is a fragile soul beneath the seemingly rough appearance.
Because those modifications are like paper, without any aesthetics or technological content, so they are a bit of a joke?
I remember that in cartoons and movies, the racing cars looked like futuristic technology, but the reality was so cruel and crude.
After looking around for a long time, Cai Gen didn't recognize Cai Gen, didn't see any clues, and didn't know when Mr. Long would come back.
It just so happened that someone seemed to be speaking on the rostrum. Let’s get off the car and listen to what they were talking about.
After getting off the bus, Cai Gen felt a little regretful. It was so cold.
I moved closer to the rostrum and finally could hear clearly what was being said in the cold wind.
A middle-aged man wearing a woolen coat and gold-rimmed glasses was reading from the manuscript.
What is the significance of this race, what is the significance of the track town, what is the great vision.
None of this is new. After listening to Xinwen Network for five years, Cai Gen is very familiar with it.
What really caught Cai Gen's attention was the banner at the top of the rostrum.
It was blown up by the wind just now, so I couldn't see it clearly. The temporary killing wind caused the banner to be fully exposed.
“Track Town All-Terrain Cross-Country Race—Exclusively Sponsored by Guiqulai Hotel Chain”
After Cai Gen saw it clearly, he felt completely cold from head to toe. It was very cold.
Returning? Kinnara? The gathering of gods?
No analysis is needed, the context of this matter is very clear.
In this city, you obviously didn’t come back to the hotel?
Did he sponsor a yarn?
It’s like going to the Southern Hemisphere to promote Northeastern pig-killing vegetables, but it doesn’t have any effect. What’s the point of sponsoring it?
Could it be that the answer to Master Long’s mystery was just revealed?
Did you come to such a big scene for yourself?
Cai Gen was walking to the car in confusion, and Cai Gen accidentally bumped into someone.
Because I was restless, I was walking a little hastily. After I bumped into the opponent, I was actually bounced by the opponent and almost fell over.
This situation is rare. Generally, it relies on Cai Gen's tonnage and is difficult to rebound.
He steadied himself and quickly apologized. After all, he was distracted.
Before Cai Gen could speak, the other party spoke first,
"Are you blind?"
Oh my gosh! Cai Gen got on the string immediately, and his accent sounded like that of a foreigner.
Local people generally don't dare to talk like this, who knows who they might meet.
Following the sound, I saw that he has a big head and a Mediterranean hairstyle.
He is as chubby as a dough bun, with bright little eyes.
He was wearing a racing suit, a combination of red and green, giving him the feeling of a tights, and his fat body looked a bit like a sausage.
No wonder I didn't hit it just now, it is indeed a tonnage larger than Cai Gen.
It looks like he is a racing driver from out of town, but why is he so arrogant?
Cai Gen originally wanted to apologize, but he didn't say anything anymore. He thought to himself, was this the first level set by the heavens?
Mediterranean looked at Cai Gen without apologizing or saying anything, and looked at him sideways with evil intentions.
Are you going to take action? Mediterranean, who was a little panicked, spoke the local dialect he had just learned,
"What are you looking at?"
Because the characters are not straight and the accent is not round.
There is absolutely no sense of inferiority revealed due to lack of confidence.
There is no such thing as a soul-searching complaint in the face of a trace of unfairness.
Of course, Cai Gen did not follow his words and started the trial mode.
"I think you are good-looking and handsome."
Well? Mediterranean was surprised by Cai Gen's reaction. Isn't that the routine?
Asked subconsciously,
"Really?"
It turns out you’re not that confident? Cai Gen thinks it’s not good to lie to others.
"Really, I see among the thousands of people here, you are the most professionally dressed and have the best temperament.
Look at this red, how bright it is, symbolizing the wildness and enthusiasm of the cross country.
Looking at this green color, it is full of vitality and symbolizes hope and spring.
Put together, it's simply excellent.
Brother, are you a designer?
Being a race car driver will blind your taste."
Mediterranean was praised so much by Cai Gen. It was so cold that he actually blushed a little.
"Brother, I'm not as awesome as you say, are you here to see the fun?
By the way, my name is Xiao Feng, from the south."
Xiao Feng? He doesn’t know how to subdue the dragon with the Eighteen Palms, right?
Cai Gen looked at the mink coat he was wearing, then at Naqi with the white paper on it, and said bravely,
"Ah, my name is Cai Gen. I am a cross-country enthusiast and I have also signed up to compete."
Xiao Feng began to look at Cai Gen seriously. He turned out to be a competitor, but looking at his clothes, could it be that he was hiding something deep?
"Brother Cai, are you the team manager? Or a technician?"
Mechanic? Do we still need technicians in the team?
Is it to give drivers a relaxing massage to adjust their racing status?
Although Cai Gen was confused, he didn't dare to ask, and directly told Mr. Long what he said,
"I am a guide dog, not a guide, not a navigator."
Hearing this answer, Xiao Feng was a little confused and really didn't understand what it meant.
What does a navigator do in a track race?
Are you afraid of losing your car?
If you have the same hobbies, it will be easier to communicate. He took out a cigarette and lit it for Cai Gen.
"Brother Cai, let's go and take a look at my car? Give me some advice."
Cai Gen didn't think he could give any advice. It was estimated that Xiao Feng and Cai Gen had the same idea.
The root of everything is showing off.
How uncomfortable would it be if others didn’t know that I have good things?
Xiao Feng has such a burning mentality now.
He pulled Cai Gen familiarly and walked to his big red pickup truck.
"Brother Cai, what do you think of my car?"
Can Cai Gen read wool?
But you have to show off, right?
He walked around outside the car, looked down at the ground, touched the tires, opened the door, looked at the steering wheel, and then at the gearbox.
Cai Gen nodded appreciatively, forcing himself to put on an expression of surprise,
"This car is very special. A lot of work has been put into it. It's amazing!"
Xiao Feng was very satisfied with Cai Gen's appreciation and decided to expand his vanity.
"Oh, I know Brother Cai is an expert. Can you tell me what's so special about it?"
Cai Gen was really caught off guard by this round of commercial flattery.
I really want to take out the two articles I prepared last night and read them from them, but they are a bit too fake.
After holding it in for a long time, Cai Gen finally managed to squeeze out a sentence:
"What's so special about your car? You need me to tell you. You know it.
The main thing I noticed was that the car was very red and looked like a champion."
All the praises are inferior to these words. Cai Gen pointed directly at Xiao Feng's ultimate goal.
Practice proved that Cai Gen was right. Xiao Feng raised his thumb and said,
"Brother Cai is indeed amazing. This is the first time I have heard such professional judgment.
This Gada is indeed a crouching tiger, hidden dragon, disrespectful and disrespectful!"
A trace of sweat unconsciously crawled onto Cai Gen's forehead, and he wiped it carefully.