He rode a motorcycle and crashed the plane.

Chapter 530 530. Return to Yanjiang Road

To be honest, Xu Jia has always been skeptical about the old drunkard's identity as the strongest rally driver in the country.

The reason is that with the old drunkard's behavior, apart from the professional racing cars in that warehouse, there really aren't many traces of top professional drivers.

But these words of the old drunkard made Xu Jia see the confidence and domineering power of a driver who once stood at the top. This kind of momentum was also possessed by Xu Jia in China.

"I understand, I will solve this matter."

After saying this, Xu Jia stood up and prepared to return to the car wash. He really wasn't used to the "smoky" environment of the black shop.

"By the way, Amamiya parts for RX7 may be shipped to Donghai in the next two days. Then you can drive the car to Lao Shen to have it modified."

"So fast?"

Xu Jia was a little surprised. You must know that Amamiya Modification Factory is not a big manufacturer among Japanese modification brands. Its production capacity of modification parts is also very limited, and many things even need to be customized.

Only a few days have passed, and the old drunkard has already contacted the Amamiya modification factory, and even the modification parts can be shipped quickly. Could it be that the old drunkard and Yumi Amemiya are also half-brothers?

"I have already reserved many modifications for that RX7, but I just haven't had time to modify them. I'm giving you an advantage."

No wonder it's so fast.

I guess after the old drunkard retired, he also thought about modifying the RX7. After all, this car is the only unmodified car in the warehouse.

But for some unknown reason, the old drunkard never took action.

Nodding to the old drunkard, Xu Jia continued to walk towards the door, but the old drunkard's voice came from behind again.

"Hey, I've finished smoking. Go buy me a pack of cigarettes."

In response to this request, Xu Jia did not look back. Instead, he quickened his pace and ran away.

Walking towards the car wash shop, Fatty Chen stood at the door and looked forward eagerly. When he saw Xu Jia coming, he quickly went up and asked, "Xiang Bei, how are you? Has the old drunkard gone crazy?"

"No."

"No?"

The expression on Fatty Chen's face was a bit unbelievable. Normally, if he scratched an old drunkard, he would hold his ears and lecture him for a long time. Last night, he crashed and totaled his car, but he didn't get angry?

"No really. I just want you to stop racing on the streets. If you really want to run two laps, just go to the track and have fun."

Hearing this, Fatty Chen's face looked a little depressed. He leaned against the wall and replied, "I also want to go to the track often, but I have no money."

"Then just bear with it."

Xu Jia never had the talent of a spiritual master of chicken soup, and his response was as simple and direct as ever.

Perhaps because of what happened last night, Fatty Chen did not continue talking nonsense to Xu Jia this time, but remained silent for a long time, as if talking to himself.

"I actually really want to be a driver."

Regarding this sentence, Xu Jia did not complain. He simply said that he could save money every month just for the perseverance to run two laps on the track. Fatty Chen’s love for racing is really not just to show off on the streets, he wants to become a real driver.

However, Xu Jia still gave him a negative answer: "Many times, you may not be able to do it just because you think about it."

Xu Jia was talking about Fatty Chen, but in his heart he was thinking about himself. He once worked hard to become China's first official F1 driver, but he never did it.

Maybe he didn't want to think about some things in his previous life, so Xu Jia changed the subject: "Damn fat man, the old drunkard didn't trouble you this time. Remember to buy him two packs of cigarettes later."

When he came out of the black card shop, Xu Jia, an old drunkard, asked him to buy a pack of cigarettes, but he didn't forget that this "bloody" fat man came out.

"Don't say two packs, just two packs are fine!"

Fatty Chen patted his chest and agreed. After all, compared to crashing a car, this was considered a lenient treatment for the old drunkard.

"Also, old drunkards are not as scary as you think."

Xu Jia hesitated for a moment, but decided to tell the meaning of the old drunkard's last words in the black card hall. Otherwise, every time Fatty Chen saw him, it would be like a mouse seeing a cat.

"I know."

"you know?"

"Damn, I'm not stupid, Uncle Xu just doesn't want me to race on the streets."

"Okay, IQ is still good."

Xu Jia gave a rare compliment to Fatty Chen. It was not easy for him to see the old drunkard's intentions.

But having said that, maybe it is because of knowing that Fatty Fatty has a stupid toughness when facing other people. He only becomes cowardly when facing old drunkards.

There were more customers washing cars in the afternoon, and Fatty Chen was injured after all, so Xu Jia spent his time busy. Occasionally Brother Niu would come over to help when he was free.

He was busy until after get off work. After saying goodbye to everyone in the store, Xu Jia did not walk back as usual, but drove the Mazda RX7 downstairs to the rental house. He said that he would let the other party understand what it means to find the wrong opponent, and he would definitely do it!

Eleven o'clock in the evening is the time to fall asleep for those who have had a busy day, but for street racing, the game has just begun!

On the road along the river not far from the car wash shop, as usual, many underground riders began to gather here, waiting for midnight to arrive and have a good run.

At this time, Changmao was hugging a little girl who was wearing cool clothes, pointing at his SS version Chevrolet Camaro, bragging crazily about how fast he was running and how many powerful opponents he had defeated.

He completely forgot that not long ago, he was pushed to the ground and rubbed hard by Xu Jia using a shopping cart corolla.

Of course, it’s not just Changmao, some other underground riders also gather together to trade business. After all, for them, the meaning of underground racing is to pick up girls and show off.

Now that the girl has arrived, if you don’t show off now, when will you wait?

But at this moment, the roar of an engine ripped through the night sky, attracting the attention of this group of underground riders.

Soon they saw a white sports car rushing over at a crazy speed, and then with the "sizzling" tire burning sound caused by the sudden braking, the car stopped accurately in front of Changmao, Next to his SS Camaro.

"Who is this?"

"You don't recognize this car, are you looking for trouble?"

"Damn it, Mazda RX7FC, the same model as Takahashi Ryosuke, it's rare in the East China Sea!"

"It seems like it's really Mazda FC. Who in the circle drives this car?"

This group of underground drivers looked at the Mazda RX7 FC and started talking about it. Although the RX7 is not a luxury sports car, with the addition of "Initial D" and Edison Chen, it can already make many racing enthusiasts look at it with new eyes.

But this does not include long hair. He was looking at RX7 with a livid face at the moment, because just now he was blowing to a wonderful place, and by the way, his hand was stuck on the little girl.

As a result, the appearance of this RX7 interrupted his rhythm, and the car stopped just in front of him. A strong smell of burnt tires and exhaust gas hit his face, and the smoke was so intense that he couldn't even open his eyes!

"Oh no, any little red guy coming here looking for death, if you have the ability, come down here!"

Changmao yelled angrily, then pointed in the direction of the cab, preparing to go around the front of the car to find the place.

"are you talking about me?"

A familiar voice came, and the driver's door of the Mazda RX7 opened. Xu Jia got out of the car and looked at Changmao with an indifferent expression, not at all immature like the car washer last time.

When he saw clearly that it was Xu Jia, Changmao froze on the spot. He never expected that the car wash guy who ran with him last time would appear here again, and he was still driving a Mazda RX7.

However, Changmao made a move that revealed his mental state at the moment, that is, the finger that was originally pointed at Xu Jia quickly retracted.

"Is this the one who drove the Toyota Corolla last time?"

"Yes, that's him, the master of crushing the long-haired Camaro!"

"Why is he here again and wants to run away with Changmao?"

"The Toyota Corolla can't outrun the long hair, and the RX7 is even more hopeless. Does it still need to run?"

When this group of underground riders saw that it was Xu Jia, they all lowered their voices and muttered, and no one dared to laugh unscrupulously.

"Is Qin Hao here?"

Xu Jia didn't come here to cause trouble for Chang Mao, or the other party simply didn't deserve to let him cause trouble again.

The purpose of his coming here today was to ask Qin Hao about Dongzi from Chenguang Racing Team and what was going on in Tianming Mountain in Wu Province.

After all, both people and mountain roads are completely unfamiliar to Xu Jia, while Qin Hao is much more familiar with the underground racing circle.

Of course, there is a more important point. Xu Jia only knows Qin Hao.

"Qin Hao, no~~no~~he's not here."

Maybe Xu Jia had given Changmao too much stimulation last time. Faced with this question, he even stuttered nervously.

Since Qin Hao is not here, Xu Jia has no need to stay any longer, just when he is about to turn around and get in the car.

A man in black leather clothes came out from behind Long Hair: "Xu Jia, I can help you contact Qin Hao."

"you know me?"

Hearing the other party call out his name, Xu Jia asked cautiously.

"It's not acquaintance, I just know you."

"then who are you?"

"Captain of the Extreme Speed ​​Team, Li Wenfeng."

(End of this chapter)