money trouble

Chapter 39 The Gap Between Clubs
The next day, five members of the F·F club rushed to the Beijing International Circuit early in the morning. Those who didn't arrive were because they were in other places and there was really no way.

"Brother Yezi, Young Master Wu won't let us go, will he?"

Looking at the deserted race track, a short, fat man muttered and asked.

"It's a bit early, it's our fault for being too impatient." Tian Yewang raised his hand to check the time, it was only after 7 o'clock.

"Look, there's a container truck coming, could it be for Young Master Wu?" Qi Feiyu raised his hand and pointed.

Everyone looked along and found a Mercedes-Benz truck slowly driving into the entrance of the racetrack, with a snow-white container behind it.

"It's possible, damn it, ghost, whoever speaks English can ask you."

Tian Yewang originally planned to go over and ask, but two strong foreign men jumped off the truck, looking fierce and difficult to deal with.

None of the people passed by, staring at the two ghosts smoking there.

Time passed little by little, and the racetrack slowly became lively.

As the roar approached from far away, one after another extremely eye-catching sports cars entered the racing field one after another.

"Damn it." Qi Feiyu exclaimed, then lowered his voice and looked at Tian Ye: "Is there an event in the E·S club today?"

"Where do I know where to go? What a coincidence, Ma De might be 'humiliated' again." Tian Yewang looked depressed.

The rest of the F·F club members were also a little uncomfortable.

E·S club is also a super running club formed by a group of rich people. The name means Extreme speed, extreme speed.

Not to mention the driving skills, at least the cars of the E·S Club are worthy of the name, the big bulls, the top version of the 911 GT2 RS, the McLaren 720S, in addition to high-end performance cars, they are super sports cars.

I am not afraid of not knowing the goods, but I am afraid of comparing goods. The cars of the E·S club are one or two grades higher than the cars of the F·F club.

"Hey, Ono, are you coming to play today?"

An Aventador at the head of the E.S club team stopped next to Tian Ye Wang and the others. A 1.7-meter tall man with big arms got out of the car and looked at Tian Ye Wang.

"Brother Bao, what a coincidence." Tian Yewang said with a smile on his face.

Brother Leopard's name is Bao Liangping. I think it's not nice to call him Brother Bao, so everyone who knows him calls him Brother Leopard.

Bao Liangping himself is in the parallel import business of cars. Needless to say, the sources of cars are basically available on the market. Compared with 4S, the price is much lower, but maintenance is a little more troublesome.

Bao Liangping came over and patted Tianye Wang on the shoulder, looking like an elder educating the younger generation, and said, "It's not Brother Leopard talking about you, your club has been established for more than a year, and you still don't want Brother Leopard to come here to spend money? Always open Are these toys interesting?"

During this time, the cars of the E·S team stopped one after another, and a driver got out of the car. He was dressed very formally, with racing suits and gloves, and he played very seriously. Some cars even installed anti-corrosion roll rack.

The person who got out of the car had a faint smile on his face, walked around the cars of the F·F Club, and returned to the car without saying anything, which seemed a bit contemptuous.

Most of these people are in their thirties, no matter their temperament or manner, they are much more mature than those in the F·F club.

"No money, brother Bao, you don't know us yet, we can't compare with you, you are the first generation, we are the second generation!" Tian Yewang said a little embarrassed.

Indeed, as he said, it was not easy for Bao Liangping to start his own business at the age of 34 or [-], but he was a little too arrogant.

He is the leader of the E·S club, and most of the members in the club are like this. They are all a generation with small achievements in their careers. I dare not say that they are rich, and there are still a few people with assets of hundreds of millions.

Qi Feiyu didn't like Bao Liangping very much. He once raced with the other party, but he was pushed in the ass and flew off the track. He was fine, but it cost more than 10 to repair the car, which made him depressed for a long time.

"Do you know what's going on with the box truck over there?" Bao Liangping asked, pointing to the white box truck next to the entrance, without dwelling on this question.

"I don't know." Tian Yewang replied truthfully. He just wanted these guys to leave quickly. The aura of the opponent's team was really strong, which put a lot of pressure on him.

"Let's go, the hot tire is gone. If you want me to tell you, hurry up and let your father take the money, it's meaningless to play like this, and you don't know how to improve."

Before leaving, Bao Liangping patted the hood of Tian Yewang AMG GT.

bang.

There was a bang, and the E·S club car drew several "donuts" around the F·F members, emitting a burst of unpleasant burnt smell, and then drove towards the inspection area, preparing to prepare for the pre-match test. examine.

Everyone in the F·F club had a bad face, especially Qi Feiyu, who clenched his fists tightly and gritted his teeth.

"Ahem, Young Master Qi, don't be impulsive!" Seeing that Qi Feiyu looked a little uncomfortable, Tian Yewang quickly waved the smoke in front of him, and then grabbed Qi Feiyu's arm.

"Huh, I'm fine, I won't be so impulsive, Yezi, don't worry." Qi Feiyu let out a sigh of relief.

"Recently, someone took care of me and wanted to buy a batch of building materials from me. If the business is completed, I will change the car, and I will definitely win back when the time comes."

Tian Yewang looked at the busy E·S club members with some reluctance. They could lose, but they couldn't lose forever. The members of F·F club knew in their hearts that the members of E·S club were playing with their own money, so they could lose. Do whatever they want, they are spending their parents' money, so they can't go too far.

In fact, everyone is not bad in racing skills, especially Tian Yewang. As the leader of the club, he has stricter requirements on himself and often gives himself extra training.

"Wu Shao, huh? Wu Shao came here on foot."

While discussing, someone noticed Wu Qian's figure appearing at the gate of the racetrack, communicating with the ghost next to the box truck.

Everyone saw Wu Qian handing out a piece of something unknown, and then the other party nodded, and then respectfully made a gesture of please.

"It looks like Box Cargo is really delivering the car to Mr. Wu, let's go and have a look!" Tian Yewang greeted, and the five trotted towards the entrance of the racetrack.

"Young Master Wu." Qi Feiyu waved his arms in greeting from a distance.

After Wu Qian got up, he checked with Mohe Datong again, and then simply took a taxi, otherwise it would be inconvenient for the two cars to drive back.

"You guys are so early." Wu Qian said to the few people who ran up to him.

"It's better to come later, just..."

"Say less." Tian Yewang hurriedly stopped Huang Hanliang who was muttering.

Wu Qian felt that the atmosphere was not right, and asked, "What's the matter? You don't look very good-looking."

Qi Feiyu couldn't help it, so he roughly explained what happened just now.

Wu Qian smiled and said: "It's just about the car. Anyone who has money can afford a car, right? Technology is important, so don't worry about it."

　A book friend made a comment before, saying that the car is a bit too much. How should I say it? In the outline I wrote, there are many topics around the car. I regard the car as a tool to promote the plot. Various activities, circles , communicative, that's it. emmmmm, just like some Shenhao novels, it’s a principle to promote the plot by constantly pushing women. Embarrassment.

　　
　
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