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Chapter 527 527. Emotional intelligence

Trail running?

To be honest, Xu Jia was a little surprised when he heard this idea.

Because in his previous life, Xu Jia came from a standard "professional" background, unlike many professional drivers in this era who started out as performance car enthusiasts or even street drivers, and then gained the favor of a team or sponsor, thus transforming into a professional driver. .

Xu Jia started racing professional karts at the age of eight, and then gradually ran Renault Junior Formula, then F3, GP2, and finally became an F1 test driver.

It can be said that Xu Jia is just like a student studying, upgrading step by step, always in the most professional professional circle, and has never paid much attention to street racing, let alone mountain running.

Qin Hao started out as a professional kart driver just like himself. Toyota Youth Training is also the most professional F3 racing academy in Asia. His hobbies have actually become drifting and mountain climbing, and he even wants to run a mountain trail with himself, which is really interesting.

"Are there mountains in the East China Sea?"

Xu Jia replied casually, at least in his impression, there seemed to be no winding mountain roads in the East China Sea, just hills with a height of about a hundred meters.

Sure enough, when Xu Jia asked this question, Qin Hao was stunned for a moment. He had spent a lot of time in southern hilly areas like Guangdong Province. Mountain roads were almost everywhere in the terrain, but he had forgotten that the East China Sea was completely different.

"There don't seem to be any suitable mountain trails."

"Then next time, I'll run around with you when I get the chance."

Xu Jia waved his hand and replied, not to mention anything else, it was Qin Hao who borrowed his GTR to drive around as a return gift.

"Okay, but Sandao you may not be able to outrun me."

"You'll have to run through it to find out."

Xu Jia has never run on a mountain track. This type of underground racing is too far away from the formula and is of a completely different type.

But just like there is a saying in martial arts, which is that heavy swords have no edge, and great skill has no skill. When the driving skills reach a certain level, even driving a tractor can defeat the opponent.

Of course, Qin Hao is definitely not that weak, but Xu Jia would never have recognized himself as a weak one before he ran away.

After saying these words to Qin Hao, Xu Jia turned around and got on his Mazda RX7. His original idea today was to go to the track and experience the ultimate performance of the last generation of "Rotor King".

As a result, I didn’t expect that the Mazda RX7 was driven on the track by the fat man, but I was driving the GTR that the fat man had been dreaming about. It was really a bit of a coincidence.

Just when Xu Jia started the RX7 and was about to go back, someone suddenly knocked on the cab window. There was a face of a strange middle-aged man outside the window. He was still wearing the work clothes of the Volkswagen 222 team.

Volkswagen 222 Racing Team still can't hold back, do you want to recruit yourself into the team?

Xu Jia rolled down the car window with this thought, but the first words he spoke were not what he thought at all.

"Young man, did you buy this car?"

He actually asked about the car?

Even Xu Jia was a little stunned now. The opponent didn't play according to the routine at all.

"Any questions?"

Xu Jia asked rhetorically.

The middle-aged man suddenly smiled and then gently stroked the car body with his hand, as if he had got a beloved toy.

"I just checked the chassis number. This car belongs to an old friend of mine."

When he heard this sentence, Xu Jia instantly understood that the middle-aged man in front of him might be Uncle Xu's former colleague in the Volkswagen 222 Racing Team. He recognized this Mazda RX7.

"Well, this car isn't mine."

Xu Jia didn't say much. If the other party really knew Uncle Xu, he should know who this Mazda RX7 belonged to.

"No wonder you have such driving skills, but then again, if you didn't have such driving skills, Lao Xu wouldn't let you drive this car on the track." After saying this, the middle-aged man in front of him took his hands off He took the body of the RX7 away, took a step back and said, "This is a good car, drive it well."

"I will."

Xu Jia nodded, then released the clutch and turned the steering wheel, turning around and heading towards the exit of the Donghai International Circuit.

"Are you talking about something, playing riddles?"

Fatty Chen asked Xu Jia. He was confused by the conversation just now and had no idea what the two people meant.

"It's hard to explain with your IQ,"

"Fuck!"

Fatty Chen instantly felt insulted and looked like he was about to rush over to settle the score with Xu Jia.

But this time Xu Jia was experienced, and he immediately stopped him loudly: "Damn fat man, if you want to cause any trouble to this car again, then the old drunkard will die with you!"

When Xu Jia used the title of old drunkard, Fatty Chen was like an eggplant beaten by frost. He sat in the passenger seat and immediately became honest.

He drove the car back to the car wash shop. Because he was on vacation today, Xu Jia just parked it in front of the shop and did not need to go to work.

When Chen Xiaoya at the front desk saw Xu Jia coming, she immediately ran out of the store with a box of biscuits in her hand and said, "Brother Xiang Bei, these are the handmade biscuits I made yesterday. You can try them."

Before Xu Jia could speak, he heard Fatty Chen say with a plaintive look on his face: "Xiaoya, your brother and I went racing so early in the morning, and I haven't even had breakfast yet..."

"It's okay, just treat it like losing weight."

"Fuck, am I your brother?"

Xu Jia felt that the fat man was talking too much nonsense, so he slapped him on the head and pushed him away, then picked up a biscuit and tasted it.

Let me tell you something, the taste is really not that good...

"not bad."

Of course, Xu Jia had read the basic "Emotional Intelligence", so he praised it with a smile.

"Really? Then Brother Xiangbei, I'll give you these cookies. You have to eat them all."

This sentence made the smile on Xu Jia's face stiffen.

After leaving the car wash, Xu Jia did not return to his rental house, but went to a sports equipment store.

Running this lap on the track today made him realize how weak his current physical fitness is, especially his neck muscles, which cannot withstand the G-value caused by sudden braking and high-speed cornering.

To be exaggerated, even if there is an F1 car in front of Xu Jia now, if he drives according to the habits of his previous life, he will probably become the first driver in history to break his neck and die due to braking or cornering. , creating an annual silly news.

In order to avoid becoming the protagonist of annual stupid news in the future, Xu Jia decided to give up the previous "body-building" level of training intensity and began to demand himself according to the standards of a driver.

The day passed quickly, and Xu Jia went to work as usual the next day, only to see the old drunkard already standing at the door of the store early, with his eyes on him.

You should know that according to the habit of an old drunkard, he rarely comes here in the early morning. Most of the time he comes at noon with a wine bottle and a drunken look on his face to "sign in."

Seeing Xu Jia coming over, the old drunkard said straight to the point: "Did you go to the track yesterday?"

(End of this chapter)