The richest man started out as a car rental company

Chapter 85 Wu Sang I want to raise the bet
"Mr. Wu, why do I feel like something is wrong?"

Several second-generation rich people from Haicheng surrounded the man with a middle-parted hairstyle. One of them looked at the amount of the bet and suddenly felt a little overwhelmed.

The purpose of them and Wu Yikun coming here today is very simple, which is to make some pocket money by relying on the driving skills of the Japanese devil Nakamura.

In fact, they have made a lot of money in the past three months.

Especially last time, I won a Porsche 911 from Wang Hu.

But human beings are always unsatisfied. The money came too easily and they spent it too quickly.

Whenever you are short of money, just go to Haisha to participate in the competition. If you win a few million, you can live a carefree life for a while.

But, I don’t know what’s going on with Haisha and his group today?

Including the bet agreed upon at the beginning, the total amount is now approaching 3000.

Is this to win back all the money lost in the previous few times?
The man with the middle part raised his eyebrows, took a look at the total amount after the raise, and frowned, "What are you afraid of? No one can beat Nakamura in a straight line."

The little devil Nakamura also glanced at it and smiled calmly: "Wu Sang, I want 3% this time, do you have any objection?"

The man with middle-parted hair couldn't help but frown when he heard this.

I thought to myself: This is an ungrateful person who can never be tamed.

We gave him the Porsche 911 last time, and this time he asked for 3%. So each of the seven of us only gets 1%. After deducting the 450 million spent on Thomas, it feels like a huge loss.

However, after all, Nakamura also took his beloved car in this time.

The man with the middle part suppressed his displeasure and nodded, "Of course, as long as we can win the game, the money doesn't matter."

The Japanese Nakamura sneered in his heart, these people won so much money relying on their talents, don’t they know that they are the key person to dominate the game?

It turns out that he is a Chinese person who doesn’t know what he is talking about.

As for tonight's match, the Japanese Nakamura is very confident. Just like in the previous few matches, he doesn't think anyone can beat him.

at this time.

After eating and drinking his fill, Zhang Chi walked down from upstairs. Feng Miaoting did not come down. She seemed to hate these people from Haicheng.

When Ye Hongguang saw him, he immediately stepped forward and patiently reminded him: "Chizi, don't be nervous, just play normally like before, it doesn't matter whether you win or lose, don't let them mess up your state with a few words."

The reason why Ye Hongguang reminded Zhang Chi was that he had invited a professional driver to help before, but that person lost his mind because of a few ridicules from the Japanese devil Nakamura, and said with gritted teeth that he must defeat the Japanese devil.

It turned out that the professional driver who could run under 6 seconds during the test could not even run under 7 seconds during the race.

Ye Hongguang specifically mentioned this in order to learn from his mistakes.

Zhang Chi glanced at the other people, nodded, walked straight to Guo Haiyang's Ares GTR and sat in it.

Since the other party knows how to talk trash, I won't give them this opportunity.

Zhang Chi is quite patriotic. He is afraid that the Japanese will talk trash and he will not be able to resist attacking them.

The people from Haicheng saw that Ye Hongguang had actually invited a driver over. Although they didn't know him, they were still a little worried.

The middle-parted man pulled the little devil Nakamura and said in a deep voice: "Are you sure? Is that guy from your circle? Do you know him?"

Nakamura stared at Zhang Chi and shook his head, "I haven't seen it."

The man with middle-parted hair had a frown on his face.

At this time, Thomas said: "There is nothing to be afraid of that man."

The middle-parted man looked back at Thomas and asked curiously, "Do you know him?"

Thomas shook his head and smiled, "I don't know him, but I know he's definitely not a racing driver."

The Japanese Nakamura was stunned for a moment, then looked at Zhang Chi who was playing with his phone in the car, as if he had thought of something, and smiled: "That's right, he is not a racing driver."

The man with the middle-parted hair was stunned, a little confused.

Thomas said with a relaxed expression: "Every profession wants to achieve perfection, and inevitably has some habitual actions, just like taxi drivers must check the tires before getting in the car. We racing drivers also have some habitual actions."

The Japanese soldier Nakamura glanced at the time and urged impatiently: "Let them start. I can't wait to see their desperate eyes."

The man with the middle part didn't understand why they were so sure that the man was not a professional racing driver.

But since both of them are so sure, it should be a sure thing.

"Okay, I'm also looking forward to what they will say after they lose the game."

Soon, three cars stopped at the starting position one after another.

Wang Hu originally wanted to participate in the competition, but Ye Hongguang talked him out of it with just one sentence.

“Can you run under 6 seconds?”

Wang Hu was very angry, but he also knew that he was not strong enough, so he could only say angrily: "I won't participate in the drag race, but I can go in the second round."

Ye Hongguang was too lazy to care about him and signaled the staff to confirm the situation of the venue.

In the car, Zhang Chi adjusted his breathing and focused his mind.

As he focused all his attention on the car, the Autobot tattoo on his left hand flashed a faint electric light.

Then Zhang Chi felt that he had become one with the GTR, as if he was the car and the car was a part of his body.

The car girl walked to the middle of the venue in super short leather pants, holding a smoke signal stick in her hand. "Ready~"

The girl said this and reached out to pull the fuse of the signal stick.

The moment she pulled the signal stick, Zhang Chi didn't even press the clutch to change gears.

I saw his God of War GTR rushing out with the violent aura of a wild horse running out of control.

1 second, 12 meters.

2 second, 47 meters.

3 second, 93 meters.

4 second, 196 meters.

5 second, 322 meters.

The infrared speedometer at the 400-meter finish line lights up.

Real-time data immediately popped up on the big screen.

NO.1：5.291 seconds.

Maximum speed: 317km/h.

NO.2：5.855 seconds.

Maximum speed: 268km/h.

NO.3：5.917 seconds.

Maximum speed: 261km/h.

The crowd at the starting point was stunned at first, and then burst into deafening cheers.

Feng Miaoting in the lounge on the second floor was also looking at the screen with excitement. In the live broadcast, Zhang Chi was calmly pushing open the door.

After getting off the car, he glanced at the big screen and recalled the feeling just now. Zhang Chi felt something was not real.

It’s like returning from virtuality to reality, and there’s a little gap in my heart.

It's like those masters who are used to getting quadruple kills and pentakills in the gaming world, suddenly feeling lost when returning to the reality of working 996.

Wang Hu excitedly stepped forward and gave Zhang Chi a big hug.

"Dude, you're so fucking awesome!"

Zhang Chi smiled, feeling the hot temperature of Wang Hu's palm, and suddenly felt that this real feeling was better.

When I become one with the car, I really feel like I am invincible in the world.

But that feeling is too cold, it’s better to be a human being.

Ye Hongguang also came over, smiled and said, "Good job, Chizi, you broke the record again."

Zhang Chi glanced at the big screen and said with a faint smile: "It's OK."

Without being modest, he still felt that Guo Haiyang's Ares GTR had some issues. If there was a more perfect car...

Forget it, don't think about this.

at the same time.

The Japanese Nakamura and the professional racer Thomas also drove back.

The two got out of the car at the same time and looked at the data on the big screen together, and couldn't help but frowning.

Especially Nakamura, who was running in second place, saw Zhang Chi cross the finish line with his own eyes.

The difference between the two was only a few tenths of a second, but these few tenths of a second were the chasm that he could not cross.

Who can understand how confused and helpless the Japanese soldier Nakamura felt at that time?

Then this person must be the professional racing driver Thomas.

Thomas wanted to die now. He was a professional racing driver, but he lost to two laymen in acceleration.

Thomas looked at his borrowed Lamborghini Reventon and attributed all this to this unmodified supercar.

He remembered the new contract he had signed with the man with the middle part, and he would not get a penny if he lost the game.

Thomas turned around and said hurriedly: "Wu, I want to change the car in the next game."

At this time, the man with the middle-parted hair was still standing there in a daze, and the people from Haicheng were also lifeless.

Haisha placed a heavy bet on straight-line acceleration, so even if they won the second track race, they would still lose tonight.

At this time, a younger brother stepped forward and said, "Boss Wu, they can raise the bet, and so can we."

The man with middle-parted hair frowned and looked at Zhang Chi with some concern.

Just as he was hesitating, the Japanese soldier Nakamura, who had lost his beloved car, came over and said in a deep voice: "Raise the bet, Wu Sang, I want to raise the bet!"

(End of this chapter)