I am a rich second generation!

Chapter 32 Millions of broken cars, don't you feel bad?
Just when Gu Cheng was about to experience the real extreme speed of the McLaren P1, Zhong Mei, who was sitting in the driver's seat of the pink Gallardo, called out to him: "Gu Cheng, do you want to compare?"

Hearing this, Gu Cheng smiled kindly back: "I won't compare with you, let Jing Jing play with you later."

"Don't! I don't have the skills of sister Jing, so I just want to pick you, a soft persimmon."

After hearing this, Gu Cheng raised his eyebrows: "Are you so sure that I'm a soft persimmon?"

"Yuan Zhen is only 22 years old this year. You are his junior, so you are younger than him, right? It has been less than two years since you got your driver's license. Are you a soft persimmon?"

Everyone laughed when they heard Zhong Mei's provocation.

According to the normal logic, this is indeed the case. Whether the driving skills are good or bad, the experience is definitely in the first rank. A talented racer who has only touched the car for one year will definitely not be able to outrun the veteran driver who has ten years of experience in racing.Except for cheaters like Gu Cheng.

"Okay, just tell me how to run."

Now that we've talked about this, it's time for Gu Cheng to prove himself no matter what.

"I don't want to bully you, but the speed limit is 260, three laps, how about it?"

Xiang Jing, who had already sat in the co-pilot, also explained to Gu Cheng: "They are all members of the JSCC club, and they can be regarded as old people who play cars. The speed limit is 260. One of the rules we set for playing cars together. There is also a speed limit of 300 and no limit, and the speed limit of 260 is also the one we play the most."

Hearing this, Gu Cheng also nodded slightly.

It is already scary if the speed of the car reaches over 200, and every time it goes up, the risk factor will be higher. The second generation of them are only here to seek excitement, not to kill their lives, so the rule of speed limit of 260 is not good. It is also very suitable.

"OK, just do what you said."

Gu Cheng originally planned to let go of the game, but since there are rules, he should play according to the rules. If he wants to have fun, he can do a few laps by himself later.

At this moment, Lu Sheng, who hadn't spoken for a long time, said, "Racing car? Take me one? But playing with a speed limit of 260 is too boring. Everyone is busy these days. I guess it's been a long time since I raced a car. What about restrictions?"

Zhong Mei was already adjusting the steering wheel. Hearing Lu Sheng's words, he scolded directly: "Is there something wrong with your mother? If you want to kill yourself, go by yourself, I don't have time to accompany you!"

Seems to have gotten used to Zhong Mei's way of speaking, smiled indifferently, turned to look at Gu Cheng: "Zhong Mei doesn't play, Gu Shao, do you want to play?"

"Leave him alone, he is famous for his extreme speed racing, but his driving skills are really good, nothing happened to him, otherwise he would have been a handful of ashes, how can he still stand here?"

Before Gu Cheng could speak, Xiang Jing immediately stopped her.

Hearing Xiang Jing's obstruction, Gu Cheng also shook his head and smiled, instead of responding to her, he said directly to Lu Sheng, "Get in the car."

Just these two simple words made everyone quiet down.

"Why are you crazy with him?"

Xiang Jing poked her head over from the co-pilot and yelled at Gu Cheng in a low voice.

Gu Cheng looked at her little head protruding over, and couldn't help stretching out his hand to pinch the cheeks full of collagen, the delicate little face instantly deformed, and the pink lips pouted uncontrollably.

"Why don't we make a bet, if I win, you can kiss me again?"

Looking at Gu Cheng's indifferent smile, Xiang Jing didn't know where his confidence came from, but the strong exaggeration made Xiang Jing choke in her throat when she wanted to continue to dissuade.

At this moment, the racing track staff who had been with the sidelines also said: "Two gentlemen, according to the regulations of our racing track, private competitions need to sign an exemption agreement with us."

Lu Sheng is a frequent visitor and is no stranger to this rule.

And Gu Cheng didn't find it strange either.

Racing itself is a high-risk sport, and the probability of danger is extremely high. If you don’t sign this exemption agreement, you can make appointments at the racetrack every three days, and if one of them dies, they can close their doors just by losing money.

The logic of the racetrack is also very simple. It doesn't matter if you want to die, but don't hold us back.

In less than 2 minutes, the staff had already completed the agreement, and Lu Sheng and Gu Cheng also signed their names on the agreement.
This made Gu Cheng, who was racing for the first time, feel like he was in a life-and-death competition in the ring.

"Do you want to add some color?"

The staff arranged by the racetrack were carefully checking the basic condition of the McLaren P1 and Lu Sheng's Ferrari SF90. During this gap, Lu Sheng spoke again.

At first, I agreed to this race car more because I wanted to reflect the extreme pleasure brought by supercars, and by the way, I pretended to be aggressive in front of Xiang Jing.

But this Lu Sheng was following him like a pile of stinky shit?
Gu Cheng, who had already started to get impatient, also gradually turned cold.

"What color head?"

Lu Sheng seemed to have guessed Gu Cheng, he said with a chuckle, "Young Master Gu can afford a McLaren P1, he must be someone who is not short of money, it would be too vulgar to use money as a prize.

Let's just leave it at that, how about the loser wash the winner's car? "

"Okay."

Gu Cheng agreed so happily, not only did Lu Sheng not expect it, Yuan Zhen and Zhong Mei also did not expect it. After all, in their hearts, although Gu Cheng's McLaren P1 is a bit stronger than the Ferrari SF90 in terms of performance, it will definitely not be so strong. where to go.

After all, the full name of Ferrari SF90 translates to "F1 car on the road".

There is not much advantage in the vehicle, a novice, running with Lu Sheng, a well-known old driver in the industry, has almost no chance of winning
Therefore, Gu Cheng's self-confidence, in the eyes of Lu Zhongxuan and Niu Zhuowen who are closer to Lu Sheng, can be regarded as self-inflicted humiliation.

"But it's not interesting to just play like this. How about adding another one? If anyone loses, he will smash his own car. How about it? Is it exciting enough?"

As soon as Gu Cheng's words fell, everyone including Lu Sheng was stunned.
Gu Cheng didn't care about their expressions, seeing that there was no reply to Lu Sheng, he said again: "You said you want to run without limit, so I'll play with you.

You said you want to add a lottery, and I agreed.

Young Master Lu probably won't reject my proposal, right?

But don't think about it too much, I have no other intentions, just to stimulate, as I said before, I am just a local turtle from a small place, and I have no advantages, except that I have two stinky money at home.

It's been two days since I bought this McLaren, and I'm tired of playing with it, so I just smash it, I don't feel bad.

I don't feel bad anymore, so Young Master Lu won't feel bad about your millions of broken cars, right? "

These words were uttered, and the roles of the two were reversed in an instant, and Gu Cheng changed from a provocative good-for-nothing protagonist template to an arrogant and domineering villain.

Especially his simple words "a broken car" made Lu Sheng's face turn from green to red in an instant
Although he is not someone who loves cars like his life, this SF90 is also his treasure, as can be seen from the various modifications of the body.

I usually look down on others.

But now she is being looked down upon by Gu Cheng nakedly, she is almost as poor as Gu Cheng pointing at her nose
This is absolutely full of insults to a extravagant second generation.

"Since Gu Shao has a hobby of smashing cars, let's have fun."

(End of this chapter)