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Chapter 578 578. Very different

When the news came out that the race had reached six minutes, the racers at the top of the mountain and underground were in a state of excitement.

Regardless of whether Che Shenfei exists or not, at least one thing is certain now, that is, the entire Qixing Mountain Road can indeed be run within six minutes. It can even be confirmed from the side that the legend of Che Shenfei has a certain degree of authenticity.

"Oh no, I didn't expect this hair-picking guy to be so powerful. He really made it past six minutes!"

"It's not right to call him a hairy guy now. Xu Jia is really capable of showing off."

Another mountain rider retorted, and now Xu Jia has begun to erect an idol halo in his heart.

"What's that called? Handsome?"

"I would like to call him the God of Seven-Star Mountain Carriage!"

"That's right, Che Shenbei!"

There may be many shortcomings in underground racing, but one thing I have to admit is its advantage, and that is that it is real and respects the strong.

Xu Jia used his speed to conquer the Qixing Mountain riders present, and it can even be said that he actually became the Qixing Mountain racing god. Maybe after tonight, a legend belonging to Che Shenbei will spread in Qixing Mountain in the future.

"Lezai, get ready to go down the mountain."

When the ending was staged, Li Wenfeng suddenly felt dull. After all, underground racing is underground racing. Only by proving yourself on the professional stage can you be truly remembered and praised.

"Ah."

Fang Jiale responded, and then he and Li Wenfeng got into the Lexus GS430 and drove towards the foot of Qixing Mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, Xu Jia already knew the time it took him to finish the entire Qixing Mountain course from the excited reporting voice of the riders at the observation point.

To be honest, although he ran into six minutes, he was not very satisfied with the time of 5 minutes, 59 seconds and 62 seconds. After all, he was the strongest F1 driver in the country in his previous life, but he ended up flying at the same speed as a car god who didn't know whether it was true or not. He couldn't be called top speed.

Of course, if there had not been a fight with Zhao Wenjie and the others earlier, or if Xu Jia had been allowed to drive a better car, he would have been confident that the time needed to finish the entire distance would have improved by another 3 to 5 seconds. This would be Xu Jia's true full strength. go!

Not long after Xu Jia parked his car, Qin Hao followed him to the foot of the mountain. He was feeling uncomfortable at the moment, but he still squeezed out a smile and said, "You won, congratulations."

Looking at Qin Hao's smile that was uglier than crying, Xu Jia waved his hand and replied: "You are not a sore loser. What's more, you will understand in the future that you did not lose unfairly today."

"Really? But I still have a question."

"No."

Before Qin Hao could ask, Xu Jia gave a direct answer.

Because Xu Jia knew very well what Qin Hao wanted to ask, which was nothing more than whether he was a professional driver or not, and he wanted to make it clear that he lost.

It's just that Xu Jia will never say this answer. If one day in the future, he can return to the top, then Qin Hao will probably be relieved.

After all, losing to the future world champion is not a shameful thing.

While the two were talking, Zhao Wenjie's AE86 also arrived at the foot of Qixing Mountain. He was more than a minute slower than Xu Jia.

Under normal circumstances, it would be impossible for Zhao Wenjie to run better than seven points, so this also shows that his mentality has indeed collapsed.

After getting off the car and looking at Qin Hao and Xu Jia standing next to the car, Zhao Wenjie's expression changed drastically. Finally, he gritted his teeth, walked up to Xu Jia and said, "Give me your card number, and the three million will be transferred to you in a few days."

So refreshing?

Xu Jia was a little surprised that Zhao Wenjie simply agreed to admit the debt. To be honest, he was mentally prepared for the other party to default on the debt. After all, this is three million, not three hundred thousand or thirty thousand. Even if you can afford a performance car these days, you can't be a poor person, and underground racing rarely has such a high-priced bet of three million.

Or to put it another way, it is normal to refuse to pay, but it is a bit unexpected to admit the debt.

But Xu Jia was too lazy to think about Zhao Wenjie's heartache at losing three million. Since he decided to take the gamble, he had to be mentally prepared to admit defeat. If Xu Jia lost, he would also have to admit defeat.

So there was no nonsense. Xu Jia took out a bank card and handed it to Zhao Wenjie. In it was the three million that Feng Bingman called to set up the team. It can be said that Xu Jia's entire fortune is now. Fortunately, he didn't lose it.

Zhao Wenjie took out his mobile phone and recorded the card number, then returned the bank card to Xu Jia, then turned and left.

After all, tonight's mountain road race is not just as simple as losing, it can be said to be a life-long shock. He never thought that he would be so vulnerable in Qixing Mountain.

However, after opening the door of the AE86, Zhao Wenjie stopped what he was doing, hesitated and looked at Xu Jia and said: "From today on, you are the God of Qixingshan Car."

"I'm not interested in being the god of racing on Qixing Mountain."

Xu Jia directly denied it. His ambition has never been in underground racing. His ultimate dream is to stand on the championship podium and prove himself or the strength of Chinese drivers.

"Whether you admit it or not, there will be a Cheshenbei name in Guangdong Province in the future."

After saying this, Zhao Wenjie got on his AE86 and left. Once upon a time, the title of Qixing Mountain Racing God was the highest honor that underground racers like him aspired to. But now it seems that it is just a child's play, without a master. Just come to play.

But when a master becomes the new generation of Qixingshan Car God, his deeds will still be spread in the circle and he will become the next "Car God Fei".

Regarding Zhao Wenjie's words, Xu Jia smiled and shook his head. He didn't care at all, unless this car god title came from F1, just like the car gods Senna and Schumacher.

A few minutes later, Li Wenfeng's GS430 also came down from Qixing Mountain. Xu Jia and Qin Hao sat back in the car and started to return to the Guangshen base.

When passing by the supermarket on the road, Xu Jia and others bought some daily necessities. If nothing happens, he will conduct what can be called a closed training at the Guangshen base in the next period of time, and then participate in professional rally events.

To be honest, Xu Jia is looking forward to participating in professional events as soon as possible, even the highest level WRC.

In this way, he can compete on the same stage with future nine-time champion Loeb, four-time champion Ogier, and even F1 world champion Kimi Raikkonen, and experience what two completely different car events can bring to him. Stimulating sensations.

Back at the factory at the Guangshen base, it was already early in the morning, and Qin Hao did not come with him. After all, he was not a member of the future team, and his wish to run a lap with Xu Jia was over.

On the sofa in the middle of the factory, the old drunkard was lying on it, snoring loudly. There were also several empty wine bottles on the coffee table. It was obvious that he was drunk and fell asleep again at night.

"Is this the speed king Xu Lang back then?"

Li Wenfeng pointed at the old drunkard and asked, with a strange expression on his face. You must know that Xu Lang, the speed king, was once the top rally driver in the country and had the hope of competing in the WRC.

As a result, what he saw now was that he looked like a drunkard, which was somewhat beyond Li Wenfeng's expectation.

"Ah."

Xu Jia nodded, he was already used to this appearance.

Xu Jia casually covered the old drunkard with the blanket on the sofa. He turned to Qin Hao and Le Zai and said, "You can stay in any room here if it's empty. You can do whatever you want."

After saying that, Xu Jia walked into his room. He practiced twisting his waist in a circle during the day, and went for a run to Qixing Mountain in the evening. He was already exhausted and wanted to lie down.

Seeing Xu Jiadu leaving, Li Wenfeng and Le Zai, who were standing in the middle of the hall, looked at each other. How could the posture of this professional team be so different from the scene they imagined?

(End of this chapter)