Reborn F1 Forza Motorsport

Chapter 6 06 Party ([-])

In the car, the white man turned around and looked at Yang Hao on the right.

"Hello, Yang Hao."

"Hello."

"Today you are attending the dinner before the club championships. Because the new season is about to start, the teams are also looking for future players. It is now April and the first race will be ushered in in May, that is, Lewis will participate Yes. It was Lewis who strongly invited you to participate, so I think you must have been spotted by our genius Lewis."

"However, I would venture to ask, are you Japanese or Korean?"

"I am from Shanghai."

"abc?"

When Yang Hao heard this word for the first time, he was a little dazed.

"American-born Chinese."

"No."

Yang Hao replied firmly.

"I am a Shanghainese born in Shanghai."

"It's too rare, sorry for the offense, very few Chinese come here to drive karting, they more want to come here to play football."

"Do you watch football?"

Yang Hao doesn't know the name of the current team, after all, he still remembers the famous Premier League in later generations.The only thing he remembers is Manchester United and Ronaldo in class 92.

"I guess I name my favorite team and after you name your favorite team if we were rivals we would have a fight in the car."

The white man and the driver suddenly laughed.

The British are like this. For them, F1 and football are everything to them, but football is the sworn enemy.You often see people fighting in the street because of differences in supporting teams.

Later we called it football hooligans.

Yang Hao kept chatting with the white man, but Lewis turned his head and looked out the car window quietly.

I don't know how long it took before the car arrived at the gate of a manor.

This is the first time for Yang Hao to see the magnificent English-style manor with his own eyes. He is completely different from the domestic European-style buildings.

The black iron gate slowly opened, and the car slowly drove into the manor.

At the gate of the manor, Lewis seemed to just wake up from his sleep.

"We're here, give me your schoolbag, and I'll keep it in the car. I wish you all a good time."

There were two tall, blond and blue-eyed beauties standing guard at the door.

"Come with me, it's dessert now, and there will be a stage play later."

Lewis took Yang Hao with ease and came to a table full of fruits and drinks.

"We'll just eat a little here, and when the steward comes, they will lead us to a place."

There are a variety of fruits, and the whole room is very comfortable with classical piano music.

Yang Hao gobbled it up, he was really hungry after a day of school.

"Eat less fruit, and it's time to feast on the dinner later."

Lewis exhorted from the side.

Yang Hao noticed the whiskey on the table.

"Can we drink?"

The temperament of frequenting bars in later generations is still engraved in his bones, and he can't help it when he sees wine.

"No, because we don't have our parents around us, we need to drink alone, and there are bartenders watching us here."

"That's terrible."

"Yang, alcohol is strictly prohibited for us as drivers. It affects how our brains react to the track."

"Sure enough, you two are here. Let's go, I'll take you to meet the future bosses."

Upstairs from the stairs on the left, there is a room.

The housekeeper knocked on the door respectfully.

"Please come in."

After the butler opened the door, Yang Hao saw four or five white people in the room all looking at him and Lewis.

The man in the middle first smiled and said, "So it's Lewis, come to meet everyone."

Lewis greeted them, Yang Hao became a little embarrassed and waited aside.

"Sir, this is Yang Hao. I mentioned it to you."

"Hello."

"Are you Japanese?" is still the same old question asked several times.

"I'm from Shanghai, and I'm not abc."

It surprised the men in the room a lot.

"When did you come to London? You speak English very well without that disgusting Yankee accent."

The British have always looked down on the American accent, but due to the status of the United States after World War II, Americans often mock the British accent in turn.

"It hasn't been long, maybe about half a year. I learned the language with my mother."

"It seems that your mother must be a top student."

The man inexplicably said a sentence without beginning and end.

"My mother works in jp."

Yang Hao shot back.

"jp? They started accepting Asians too."

The man's words drew low laughter from the surroundings, Yang Hao couldn't understand the point of the joke at all, but began to feel a little dissatisfied with the so-called boss.

"If you think Asians are not suitable for karting, you don't need to call the mechanic and ask him to invite me today."

In many cases, the British will not engage in obvious racism like Americans, they will only use language to hint at you.Because racial discrimination is not allowed in the UK.

"I called you here because of your talent. You must know that McLaren has a team in F1, and you also know that we have taken a fancy to Lewis' talent."

"I also want to say that McLaren is not the only F1 team. You are not the only one with the youth training system."

The man did not answer Yang Hao's reply, but took a sip of tea.

"Indeed, do you have any expectations for this child's talent?"

"Well, what I value more is the huge background behind him."

There was laughter again in the room.

"If, I said if, I beat Lewis in the championship, please withdraw your prejudice against us."

"Well, if you can beat Lewis Hamilton this year, I will apologize to you."

"Okay, you go out, I still need to discuss something with them. Please close the door when you leave, two gentlemen."

When Yang Hao heard the name of Lewis Hamilton, his brain was shut down. He knew the achievements of the later generations of Hamilton in the field of F1.

Lewis closed the door, looked at Yang Hao who was holding his breath, and thought he was still angry, so he sighed and patted him on the shoulder, "I also met them before, none of them thought that black people could drive karts or even I will drive F1 in the future."

"Are you Lewis Hamilton?" Yang Hao's question made Lewis puzzled.

"Yes, I am."

Yang Hao feels that his chances of winning the championship are getting lower and lower.

(End of this chapter)