Cai Gen finally saw some of the cars he remembered among the pile, and they all looked very high-end.
As for how high-end it is, we can only find a reasonable explanation from the price Xiao Feng said.
There is nothing wrong with getting what you pay for.
At least Cai Gen saw that those modifications didn't look like paper.
Cai Gen had never heard of the names of the various teams.
The only Qiu Ming Mountain made Cai Gen's eyes light up. He remembered that yesterday's cartoons were all about cars drifting and so on.
Why are there still people doing off-roading?
Is it more difficult to drive an off-road vehicle to deliver tofu? Is it frozen tofu?
Especially the color of this off-road vehicle is white, square and square, much like a piece of tofu.
After noticing the direction Cai Gen was looking, Xiao Feng's understanding began to come into play.
"Brother Cai, don't look at that car, which is inconspicuous. It is the most expensive one in the whole car. It costs at least 300.
Don't be fooled by the white appearance. The entire vehicle is made of either carbon fiber or aerospace materials, making it light and stiff.
Let's put it this way, you think he is a tofu, but if you really bump into him, he will turn you into a tofu dregs."
Cai Gen rolled his eyes unconsciously, how could my Naqi be such a scumbag?
Besides, isn't it about speed, technology, and equipment performance?
Why do you keep talking about crashing cars? It's not like playing with bumper cars.
I felt that what Xiao Feng said was a bit pessimistic. Cai Gen felt that he should stand up and cheer him up or something.
"They're all just the same thing. In the past, Xiaomi and rifles didn't work. A few junk cars would scare you."
It’s okay, I’m just going up there to give it a try. With your support, what should I be afraid of?”
Xiao Feng actually believed in Cai Gen's idealism and his insincere praise again.
"That's right, brother, please pay attention to your safety in a moment. If it doesn't work, give up."
After a little understanding of the current situation, Cai Gen decided to go back and have a showdown with Mr. Long.
Does he know about such dangerous terrain?
Does he know about so many high-end competitors?
If he knows everything and thinks he can win the championship, then he is either a fool or a liar.
Based on what Mr. Long has done in the past, it is less likely that he is a fool and more likely that he is a liar.
So what is the purpose of the only sponsor here, the return of the All Heavens Association?
Want to kill yourself? Want to kill yourself in the process of this competition?
Is it necessary to put on such a grand display?
Besides, wouldn’t it be enough for the four heavenly kings of the All-Heaven Association to just give them letters before the end of the year?
We talked very thoroughly last time we met, there is really no need for them to make such a fuss again!
Were those four guys not involved in this matter?
The derivation leads to the conclusion that although it is an association of heavens, it is not the same group as the four heavenly kings.
There should be others who are targeting themselves and taking advantage of Young Master Long.
Cai Gen decided to ask the matter clearly first, and then push back the bulging Zhutianhui.
Sitting in the car waiting for Mr. Long, if he doesn't come back when he waits left, and still doesn't come when he waits right, could it be that this grandson has escaped?
Just as Cai Gen was bored at the stall, he felt a commotion among everyone outside the car, as if the gold-rimmed glasses on the podium said something incredible.
Cai Gen quickly opened the car window and called Xiao Feng,
"Brother Xiao, what's wrong? What happened?"
Xiao Feng was shouting something when he heard Cai Gen ask and said loudly,
"The competition format has been changed, there are no preliminaries, it will be a direct final.
There will be a call every three minutes, and every time there are ten cars, everyone will run together.
Isn’t this life-threatening?
It was originally a death mode, but now it has suddenly become a hell mode."
Oh, Cai Gen didn't feel anything after hearing it, so he thought it would be good to do it in one go, which would save worry and fuel.
"Okay, I understand, then what are you guys arguing about?"
Xiao Feng looked at Cai Gen as if he were a fool. What's the problem?
How can there be such a competition?
Not running a marathon?
How wide is the track?
How difficult would it be to send out ten cars at a time and throw more than a hundred cars into that big pit?
The players who originally wanted to try it out in the preliminaries were a bit chickened out.
It's just a hobby, no need to risk your life.
Besides, it’s a bit too casual for the organizer to change the competition format at will, right?
Xiao Feng felt that explaining this to Cai Gen was of no use. It would be better to tell the result directly.
"Brother Cai, please don't end up in this situation, it's too dangerous.
It’s too difficult to fight your way through more than a hundred cars.”
Oh, that’s all?
Is it necessary to be so panicked?
Cai Gen brings the fearlessness of the ignorant to the limit,
"It's so dangerous, how many people abstain?"
Xiao Feng was stunned by this question and looked around. In addition to protests and complaints, there were also some excited voices.
It's a bit like a boxing match, where there are many rules and everyone is bound.
Suddenly, at short notice, I stopped boxing and started playing uf, whatever I wanted.
This is really more in line with the behavior of people who play cross-country. People who play cross-country are similar to those who play rock and roll. They regard letting themselves go as the ultimate goal.
Given such an opportunity to realize the meaning of life, everyone wants to try it, but those who give up are not true love.
“I don’t know if there will be many abstentions.
Anyway, this kind of competition is unprecedented and will definitely leave a mark in the history of racing.
I also want to be a part of history, no matter what the outcome is."
This is a bit like talking about an epitaph, and Cai Gen feels a little frustrated.
This is all money to burn. Wouldn’t it be nice to go home and live a good life?
You know the danger, but are you still risking your life here?
I closed the window, sat in the passenger seat, and took out the racing essentials I prepared last night.
The safety column recorded a lot of content. After Cai Gen summarized it, he summarized it into one point.
fasten your seatbelt.
In addition, even if Cai Gen understands things like starting, high speed and vulgarity, and positioning, he still can't implement them.
Although his brain can keep up, his hands can't keep up. Cai Gen has never won in computer karting.
After fastening his seat belt carefully, Cai Gen completed all his tasks.
Looking at the crowd outside the car, everything went from noisy, gathering, to protesting, but to no avail. Everyone returned to the car to prepare, and discussed countermeasures with the team manager and technicians.
“Naqi, do you really think it’s okay to run on that track?
How many times did you run? What was your score?"
Naqi answered simply through the car stereo,
"The boy came to look at the edge of the pit four or five times, but he didn't dare to go down.
In the end, I drank a large bottle of liquor by myself, probably to strengthen my courage, but ended up drinking too much and fell asleep in the car.
After I sobered up, I went to the store to pick you up."
Cai Gen was a little confused. It turned out that Mr. Long never dared to go down?
"Then didn't you just say it was foolproof?"
Naqi leisurely began his own interpretation,
"Everything is empty, and something must be lost. Yes, that's what I mean."
Hearing this, Cai Gen unbuckled his seat belt and climbed into the driver's seat.
"Okay, stop talking nonsense with me, let's go home."
As a result, Naqi became stubborn and refused to activate it.
"Are you worried about me? You accept me as my master. Although my abilities have deteriorated, I will definitely have no problem keeping you safe.
It’s so lively, if we don’t have fun, I definitely won’t leave.”
