olympian big player

656 Chapter 656 - Singapore 23 things

656 Chapter 656 - Things to do in Singapore
"It seems to be over. Ding Ding is helping me with the tuning. It will take about a week!" Bu Zelu looked at the backgammon in front of him, scratching his head for a while.

"Then what's the matter with the combination you mentioned?" Zaina took out the nail clippers and began to trim her nails. Does it take so long to think about a backgammon?

"I just said it casually, this, do you want me to regret one step? No, two steps! I really didn't see the diagonal here." Bu Zelu was very speechless, as if he was so weak in all board games.

"As for it, it's embarrassing to lose to me?" Zaina said angrily.

"That's what I said, how about we stop betting on my pocket money!" Bu Zelu licked his face and smiled.

"Brother Joye, you've owed pocket money for three months now." Cha Ruoyu quickly reminded Zaina while sitting beside her.

No matter what you say, you can't cancel it. Xiaocha now finally understands what it means for a man to become bad when he has money. These women suddenly found out through clues two days ago.

The bastard Bu Zelu's plane ticket was to go to Kuala Lumpur first, and he stayed there for a few days before going to Singapore.

"Okay, then this game will be considered a draw, I'm being generous!" Zaina nodded at Xiaocha, three months, it's almost the same.

Now the few of them have discovered that a simple 'ban' has limited effect, this bastard has a lot of confidante outside, not only 'ban' but also 'economic sanctions'.

"How about...cough cough, I think the draw is pretty good, um, so, let's play flying chess!" Bu Zelu thought that this game was a bit big, so he fooled the game first.

"Okay, Xiaocha remembers, starting from today, you won't be allowed to give him pocket money for three months, so don't let him fool you!" Zaina quickly put down her nail clippers and began to tidy up the chess pieces on the small table." Forget it, don't put money in your pocket, anyway, we'll be together all day long."

Cha Ruoyu nodded seriously, she also knew her weakness, anyway, she was together all day long, and she didn't have to pay for anything she wanted to buy.

"Okay, let's get down to business. Have you thought about what's going to happen next year?" Viniya adjusted his glasses and looked at Bu Zelu and said, "Should I still sign a contract with the team, or should I go back next year?" play tennis?"

"Well, this..." Bu Zelu scratched his head. If the task is completed, he doesn't care, but there are still 4 championships that he has not won. If he gives up the contract, he can continue to do it next year at least.

"Why don't you tell the team and wait until the last few stops? Why are they in such a hurry?" Bu Zelu frowned and asked.

"There are a lot of news in the paddock. The matter between Hamilton and McLaren has been exposed again. He needs a competitive car, so..." Venia spread his hands.

Bu Zelu nodded. In fact, this year he stole Hamilton's position. He used the gold dollar offensive and some interpersonal relationships to get into the team.

Mercedes naturally needs a very competitive driver. If Bu Zelu renews his contract, there will be no problems.

But it was the uncertainty of his news that made Mercedes a little embarrassed.

"Why don't you tell the team that I'm not afraid of competition! But for the time being, we really can't give them accurate information." Bu Zelu shook his head and said.

"In addition to Hamilton, Vettel is also a little unhappy with Red Bull, and his current contract extension has not been completed." Vinia said again.

"No way, he also likes Mercedes?" Bu Zelu blinked his eyes, "Didn't he hook up with Ferrari?"

"He is a top driver, and he has won three consecutive championships. There is no shortage of positions in top teams, especially now, including the positions of you and Alonso have not been finalized." Viniya shrugged.

"This has created a chain reaction now, Ferrari and Mercedes now have vacancies, plus everyone's contract ends at the end of this year," Zaina added.

"The convoy is in a hurry?" Bu Zelu frowned.

"Indeed!" Viniya nodded. "The team hopes to give an accurate answer at the beginning of next month."

Bu Zelu thought for a while and brought the laptop over, checked it, and said that he wanted to confirm it during the Seoul station.

He also understands the team's approach, but understanding is nothing more than understanding. He is only interested in racing. Once he turns his interest into a job, it will be another matter.

Bu Zelu suddenly thought of an excuse and found a calculator on the computer. Now there are only 7 games left, and he has no more opportunities to waste.

"If there are 4 championships, my points will be..." Bu Zelu calculated on the calculator.

Then I counted Vettel's results...

"Damn!" Bu Zelu really has a headache for mathematics. If he can win four championships, if he abandons the other three games, he will not win the championship.

It's all here, Bu Zelu would be lying if he didn't think about the championship.

However, if you can win 4 of the races, as long as the remaining three races do not fall off the podium, or as long as the gap with Vettel is not too big, the championship is still stable.

"So, you tell the team, if I can win the championship this year, then we won't play, the rest is our own business, and then we will talk about it?" Bu Zelu thought for a while, anyway, he can't count Come.

"What if I can't get it?" Cha Ruoyu asked worriedly. What she was worried about was not her grades, but Bu Zelu itself.

Motorsports are just too dangerous, and she really doesn't want to spend every race weekend watching the races.

For others it is a race, but for her, she is afraid of seeing a racing accident in the next second.

"Allah!" Bu Zelu smiled and rubbed Cha Ruoyu's hair.

"The bottom line I set for myself is 4 championships, we won't play if we get 4!" Bu Zelu said with a smile again.

"Are you sure, only four?" Zaina obviously found a loophole in Bu Zelu's words.

"What you say is what you say!" Bu Zelu said seriously, but he added in his heart that as long as the system doesn't make trouble for him, he will be fine.

"It seems to be over. Ding Ding is helping me with the tuning. It will take about a week!" Bu Zelu looked at the backgammon in front of him, scratching his head for a while.

"Then what's the matter with the combination you mentioned?" Zaina took out the nail clippers and began to trim her nails. Does it take so long to think about a backgammon?

"I just said it casually, this, do you want me to regret one step? No, two steps! I really didn't see the diagonal here." Bu Zelu was very speechless, as if he was so weak in all board games.

"As for it, it's embarrassing to lose to me?" Zaina said angrily.

"That's what I said, how about we stop betting on my pocket money!" Bu Zelu licked his face and smiled.

"Brother Joye, you've owed pocket money for three months now." Cha Ruoyu quickly reminded Zaina while sitting beside her.

No matter what you say, you can't cancel it. Xiaocha now finally understands what it means for a man to become bad when he has money. These women suddenly found out through clues two days ago.

The bastard Bu Zelu's plane ticket was to go to Kuala Lumpur first, and he stayed there for a few days before going to Singapore.

"Ahem, why don't you give me a discount?" Bu Zelu felt a little guilty when he thought that his pocket would be cleaner than his face in the next three months.

As the saying goes, money is a man's guts...

"Discount, I really want to break your leg, see if you can still run around, hurry up, you can't get off!" Zaina glared at Bu Zelu.

"Forget it, forget it, then you see the time is almost up, I'll go to the convoy for a walk." Bu Zelu was about to escape the order, the decisive battle of backgammon was a lottery, and now he wanted to get away with the little bit of lottery in his pocket .

Now it is possible to save a little bit.

The race in Singapore is a night race, which is a very special time period in the F1 race, and it is even more special because it is on the street.

Since it was a night match, the practice match was naturally in the afternoon, unlike the previous games which were all at 10 o'clock in the morning.

The first and second practice of this game weekend started at 18:[-] in the evening.

However, the road will be closed from 15:[-] in the afternoon. As for the erection of the tire wall protection net, it must be prepared in advance. This project has been arranged long ago.

nuisance?

For a small country like Singapore, this happens only once a year, and it can increase the influence of a very large small country. This kind of thing has more advantages than disadvantages.

After busying around with a group of team members, Bu Zelu finally came to the official pit maintenance room and started to wait.

"What's the matter, aren't you in a good condition today?" Davos Alucard, the team engineer who was extremely upset with Bu Zelu, asked happily.

"Change your car, it's all your fault for not performing well in the first few races!" Bu Zelu felt wronged at home and naturally wanted to find him outside to vent.

"Blame me? What the hell are you kidding? You didn't perform well!" Davos Alukald jumped up and pointed at Bu Zelu and started yelling.

"It's your fault. If I had listened to me earlier, I would have won the championship in the first three races this year!" Bu Zelu said angrily.

"Hey, what are you? I want to listen to you. When I was playing with the car, you were still eating snot!" Old Alucard pointed at Bu Zelu with a beard and stared and began to growl.

"Hey, I won the championship because you are still moving tires!" Bu Zelu shouted unwillingly.

The two stood in the maintenance room and yelled at each other, but the other team members ignored them and started working on their own.

In the words of Niki Lauda, ​​these two people just had nothing to do and bickered, anyway, it was not the first time.

After arguing for a while, Bu Zelu looked at the old man's blushing and thick neck, and curled his lips, "I'm angry today, so I won't run away!"

"Who are you scaring? If you like to run or not, don't get my car dirty!" Davos Alucard rolled his eyes, angrily turned around and continued working.

 Hey, why did I write 200W words before I knew it, and I'm going to finish the book as promised, why do I feel like I can't finish it the more I write.

  emmm, there are only a few stations left in F1 a year, and it is almost finished, and then...

  
 
(End of this chapter)

Tap the screen to use advanced tools Tip: You can use left and right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.

You'll Also Like