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Chapter 533 533. National Sacred Car

Maybe it was Kimi Raikkonen's interview that had a big impact on Xu Jia. He tossed and turned almost all night without sleeping well, with images of his previous life on the F1 track flashing through his mind.

The next morning, Xu Jia came to the car wash shop feeling a little depressed, but soon his eyes were attracted by a new car parked in front of the shop, and a strange expression appeared on his face.

To be honest, there are very few cars in the world that can surprise Xu Jia. After all, Xu Jia has personally handled everything from supercars to tractors.

Unless a real F1 car appears in front of Xu Jia now, it will be difficult to arouse his interest.

But Xu Jia has to say something about the car in front of him. It is not a rare model, and it can even be said to be everywhere in the streets and alleys of the country in the future.

There are many legends about this car. Whether it is a battle with the AE86 on the Akina Mountains, or overtaking a Subaru BRZ and BMW 1MI on a country road, it can be said that it is extraordinary in every aspect.

And more importantly, even if you beat Wuling Hongguang, you don't dare to show off or laugh in front of it, because you never know how many people will get out of this car and beat you!

This car is China’s national sacred car—Wuling Hongguang!

Someone once said that the pinnacle of racing is F1, and the highest level of a driver is to drive a Wuling Hongguang and drift while listening to "Catching Shrimps". In that moment of satisfaction, you will feel that the whole world belongs to you!

Now this Wuling Hongguang is parked in the parking space where the Toyota Corolla used to be. Could it be said that this is a new one bought by an old drunkard?

"Xiangbei, what are you doing standing there?"

Fatty Chen walked out of the store at this time and felt a little baffled when he saw Xu Jia standing there blankly staring at Wuling Hongguang.

"Did an old drunkard buy this car?"

"Well, the Toyota Corolla has been scrapped. The shop needs a tool truck. It's impossible to drive a box truck to load all the small things."

"The old drunkard made the right choice, the Wuling Shenqi is very suitable."

Xu Jia nodded and praised. Putting aside those jokes, there is probably no car in the world that is more suitable as a tool truck than Wuling Hongguang.

"Damn it, when did you kid have such low standards that you can call a van a magic car?"

Fatty Chen felt very strange about Xu Jia's title. This guy didn't seem to pay any special attention to the RX7 and GTR, but he actually called that Wuling Hongguang a "sacred car"?

"Damn fat man, you know nothing."

At this time, Xu Jia walked up to Wuling Hongguang with a look of disdain on his face, pointed at the body of the car and started to say: "With the layout of a mid-mounted, rear-drive supercar, drifting around corners is a no-brainer!"

"Ultra-lightweight design, the empty weight of such a large car is only 1.2 tons, which is on the same level as the two-door coupe Mazda RX7, and 300 kilograms lighter than the GTR you talk about every day!"

"The five-speed manual transmission, the engine and gear ratio emphasize low torque, and you can win at the starting line right from the start!"

“And there aren’t too many messy electronic devices, bringing you closer to the purity of professional racing!”

"More importantly, it only costs tens of thousands of yuan to combine all these advantages. What car can cost tens of thousands of yuan to give you the same fun?"

After listening to Xu Jia's crazy "MLM" talk, it was Fatty Chen's turn to stand there blankly and look at Wuling Hongguang in front of him.

He really hadn't thought that this broken van could have so many advantages. Could it be that this was really a "magic vehicle" waiting for the world to discover?

Just when Fatty Chen felt that he was subverting his common sense, Xu Jia had already entered the store. When Chen Xiaoya saw him coming in, she still smiled sweetly and shouted: "Brother Xiang Bei."

"Xiaoya, has Uncle Xu come here this morning?"

"Come here, I didn't see him after I parked the car."

"okay, I get it."

Xu Jia nodded, no need to think that the old drunkard must be hiding in the black card hall to play slot machines again.

After changing into work clothes, there were usually relatively few customers in the morning, so Xu Jia did not stay in the wash shop, but went directly to the black shop in the alley. He had something to tell the old drunkard. Compared to the relatively deserted storefront, the black card hall is already crowded with people. Mahjong, poker and other games have already been started, and even a few slot machines are full of people.

Sometimes I have to admire the perseverance of these dog gamblers. If you have this motivation, why not do anything wrong?

"Big three yuan~~big three yuan~~big three yuan!"

Before Xu Jia could get closer, he heard the old drunkard "crying like a ghost and howling like a wolf" from a distance. Xu Jia squeezed into the crowd and patted the old drunkard on the shoulder to remind him.

Seeing that it was Xu Jia coming, the old drunkard coughed, immediately became expressionless and began to pretend to be cold, and even did not forget to light a cigarette for himself.

"Uncle Xu, I have something to tell you."

"what's up?"

"Didn't you ask me before what I wanted to run? I have already decided to run a rally."

Xu Jia did not tell anything about F1. After all, time travel may be a secret that he cannot tell in his life.

Hearing Xu Jia suddenly say these words, the old drunkard stopped inserting coins into the slot machine and looked at him.

"You run very well on the Donghai track, but the rally is a completely different type, and you may not necessarily be able to achieve the same results."

"I know."

Xu Jia nodded. In fact, he had also considered the possibility of returning to F1 by racing touring cars. After all, formula and touring cars are both track races, and the running methods and principles are actually the same.

It is no exaggeration to say that if Xu Jia decides to run a touring car, he can easily become the CTCC championship driver.

In fact, in another world, he defeated Han Han and won the annual championship of the National Touring Car Championship. It was nothing more than reappearance.

But the problem is that in the world racing system, the professional and world influence rankings are F1>WRC>DTM (German Touring Car Masters)>WTCC (World Touring Car Championship).

If you want to break it down, you would even have to include Le Mans, American Indy Car, Pascal, etc. However, these are all generalized formula racing cars and need to be upgraded step by step, so they are not within the scope of Xu Jia's consideration.

It can be said that even the world champion of touring cars can only be regarded as a younger brother in the racing field. He does not get the attention of the F1 team at all. It is destined that Xu Jia will not be able to take the road of touring cars.

"Decided?"

The old drunkard is not a person who likes persuasion. Since Xu Jia is determined not to run the RV track race, he will not say anything more.

"Well, when the racing school's competition license comes out, Uncle Xu, help me directly register for the highest level event I can run."

"It's so urgent. Do you have any rally experience?"

The old drunkard can understand the impatience of young people, but Xu Jia directly wants to participate in the highest level competition within the scope of the competition license, which seems to be a bit eager for quick success.

"No, but I think it's okay."

"it is good."

The old drunkard nodded, and then moved his eyes back to the screen of the slot machine.

(End of this chapter)