Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

Although the three major parts are not allowed to be changed, the car body can still be changed.

At this time, almost all the people in the small hall had come, and everyone was talking in low voices as if they were waiting for someone.

"We've been here for a long time, why is the banquet still open? Who are we waiting for?" Wan Feng asked another person at the same table.

"Wait for Lao Yi, who else can I wait for?" Another person at the same table replied.

Wan Feng looked at the time, he had been here for half an hour, and he was just sitting here talking nonsense.

He felt that there was no point in sitting down any longer, so he was about to get up and go back.

This party is of no use to him.

Just when he was about to get up, someone spoke.

Wan Feng turned his head to look at the door, and sure enough someone walked in, wearing a black suit and showing arrogance.

It's just that there are two people behind him, making it look like the boss of the Black Shooting Society.

The person who came was Lao Yi, the boss of the cross-country team.

Wan Feng didn't know exactly what it was called.

Chapter 2415 Feels like being drowned

"Hello, everyone! I'm sorry to keep you waiting for a long time. I have been delayed by a small matter." Yi Binghua greeted those who had already been waiting in the small hall with a loud voice and apologized by the way.There seems to be nothing wrong with it literally.

But in fact, the trivial matter he talked about was talking about trivial matters with someone in the room for half an hour, and it was fine to say that he was late on purpose.

"Is everyone here? Let's serve the food." Yi Binghua gave an order, and the waiter of the hotel began to serve the food.

Hush, huh, huh, cold first, then hot, a total of more than a dozen dishes were served.

When the dishes are ready, I start to move my chopsticks.

According to the usual practice, Wan Feng has to drink beer, but after Wen Zhongguo accepted his safety concerns, now he can't even drink beer outside.

Wen Zhongguo clearly stipulated that Wan Feng must not drink or drink in unfamiliar places outside, and he must wait for others to eat before eating.

Fortunately, you can bring your own drinks, but you can't help with wine, you can't come to the banquet with your own wine bottle!

Someone sighed, it's better not to bring bodyguards, how tired a person would be if he lived to this extent!

Wen Zhongguo and his two followers were waiting outside the small hall, and they might be staring at him by some means at this time.

Wan Feng had no choice but to say that he didn't drink alcohol, but drank the drink he brought when he came.

Some people at the wine table know each other, and those who don't know each other will know each other after two glasses of wine, and after three glasses of wine, they seem to have less scruples when talking.

That Yi Binghua drank very unambiguously, and he seemed to be a generous person. When the banquet went on for half an hour, he had already drank three glasses of wine.

Two taels of cups, three cups is more than half a catty.

After so much wine, the words will naturally lead to a lot of cattle.

"Everyone, our cross-country team is here for the grand slam. Brothers, please save yourselves. If you are a friend, let us go. Next time you come to Beijing, you will be greeted by Yimou."

After drinking the third glass of wine, Yi Binghua took a bite of the food and said this.

Yi Binghua's words reminded Wan Feng of what Zhao Tianba said in the movie "Beastmaster" when he went to Baozhilin to suppress the scene.

what is this?Is it pleading or intimidation?

There seemed to be silence in the room, but there was a reaction soon.

The people at the table with Yi Binghua didn't know whether it was out of face or liking, but there were still people who were holding their feet.

"That's right! The off-roaders team needs money, money, and people. It should be a grand slam. Our small teams are not qualified to compare with off-roaders. Mr. Yi is so arrogant. Let's do it for Mr. Yi's boldness." A cup!"

Is this person a bad face or a red face?

The room full of team owners and managers raised their glasses to a toast no matter if they meant it sincerely or not.

They reckoned that their own team would not be able to win the championship even if they really competed. The strength of the off-roaders team is obvious to all.

Since there was no wine in front of him, Wan Feng naturally didn't need to toast, and sat quietly leaning against the chair.

Even if there was wine, he didn't intend to drink it. The Nanwan team came to fight for honor, and he didn't mean to compromise in advance.

"Thank you for your kindness. Yi is very grateful. In the future, everyone will be my friend when you come to Beijing."

Someone took the lead in applauding, and the applause was like a wave.

Naturally, Wan Feng didn't applaud, he felt that he should go, there was really no point in staying here.

Originally, he hoped that these team owners and managers would talk about racing cars, so that he could learn from them.

After all, the Nanwan team was established only last year, and the world of racing is still a blank sheet of paper for the Nanwan team.

Who knew they were all talking about these things, how could it be like the martial arts competition in the old society in the movie?

Guo Xian is also not here, he really has no meaning here.

Wan Feng was looking for some excuse to leave.

But then something happened that he didn't expect.

"Brother, you didn't drink the wine toasted Mr. Yi just now, and you didn't applaud. Do you have any opinions on our Mr. Yi?" A man in his 30s at the table next to Wan Feng suddenly looked at Wan Feng with a gloomy expression. Say it like this.

When this guy spoke, he caught up with the applause, so almost everyone in the room heard it. After a short search, everyone's eyes fell on Wan Feng.

This made Wan Feng a little unexpected.

Is it none of your business if I don't drink or applaud?What are you doing to eat?

Although he thought so in his heart, Wan Feng had a smile on his face: "Brother, what you said is a bit on the line. I don't mean any disrespect to Mr. Yi. Everyone at this table knows that I don't drink, so you guys I just had to sit while I toasted."

There was indeed no wine glass in front of Wan Feng, only a bottle of carbonated beverage produced locally in Beijing after a few sips.

It was only then that Wan Feng discovered that there was an off-roader's leak on the clothes the speaker was wearing. He turned out to be the manager of the off-roader team, no wonder a turtle's neck came out halfway.

"Brother Wan really doesn't drink, he only drinks drinks." Zhang Mingquan defended Wan Feng.

What Zhang Mingquan said made Wan Feng smile back at him.

"But then you should also use a drink to express yourself, so what if you didn't applaud? Could it be that your hand is disabled?" The other party was still aggressive.

What is this?