After the poor daughter was exposed: bigwigs from all walks of life went crazy

"Little sister, how did you get into the racetrack?" Jiang Jingxiu looked at the girl in front of him with some curiosity.

Her long straight black hair was tied up into a high ponytail, her skin was unusually fair, and her facial features were delicate and beautiful. One could tell at a glance that she was young and was still a good student at school.

"I'm from the racing license training class." Shen Shu's lips curled up into a smile, his beautiful big eyes still fixed on the Baituo 730 in front of him.

"So how are you doing with your studies here?" Jiang Jingxiu opened a can of cold beer and became interested when he heard what the girl in front of him said.

Hearing this, Song Yun also raised his eyes and glanced at the good student in front of him.

The total training for a racing license is only three days, and what you can learn is very limited, just enough to ensure that you can get a racing license. If you want to further learn drifting and cornering skills, you will need to find a private instructor and invest a lot of money and time.

Many young people from ordinary backgrounds take this license test, either to fulfill a dream of racing or to show off in front of people who don't know much about the business.

There are very few people like this girl who come to study at this age. Most of them are trained as a profession by their families. But Jiang Jingxiu looked at the girl's dress in front of him. It was very simple and plain, and she didn't look like someone whose family had the means.

I guess the girl is interested in it and saves money to study.

As if to confirm what he was thinking, Shen Shu smiled and replied, "The rest of what I learned was pretty average, but the instructor praised me for my good braking skills."

Shen Shu thought that she had answered truthfully, after all, he was asking how she was doing here, not how she was driving a car.

She came to see other people's cars, so she still had to show the most basic honesty and politeness.

"Are you quite interested in racing car modification?" Jiang Jingxiu asked jokingly when he saw the girl in front of him staring at the Baituo 730.

"Well, this is the first time I've seen a Betto 6 with the Betto track-specific 730R-GEU engine."

Song Yun put down the tools in his hand and raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes showing a hint of interest.

Jiang Jingxiu was stunned. He didn't expect that the young girl in front of him was actually an expert.

You should know that the production of the Baituo 730 was stopped more than ten years ago. Now there are no more than three vehicles in mainland China that can be equipped with blue license plates and allowed to be driven on the road.

There are very few people who have seen it, let alone those who understand it.

"To be precise, this is the 6R-GEU engine for the Formula One race car. It was produced by RTD, the exclusive modification factory of Baituo in 1989. It has an inline four-cylinder engine with a displacement of 1.6 liters. The red zone speed can reach 240 revolutions, and the maximum power can reach horsepower."

"But the lack of low-end torque is the shortcoming of this high-speed engine."

Shen Shu stood aside with his arms folded, his face calm and composed.

"So how do you think we should change it?"

She raised her gaze upwards and met the man's deep eyes. The air stagnated for a moment. There was a hint of interest in the darkness of his eyes.

Shen Shu thought, if it weren't for his face, height and temperament, his silver hair would make him look like a bad boy riding a will-o'-the-wisp.

"This Betto 730 has reached the balance limit of modification. Many of the scrapped parts inside are products from 20 years ago and are now out of production. It is not easy to find replacements."

"If I'm not mistaken, this car should have been driven by the car god Song Zhen."

She walked to the front of the car and carefully examined all the parts.

Jiang Jingxiu was stunned. This girl was not only interested in racing car modifications, she was even more knowledgeable than the professional team from abroad that they hired!

Song Yun was not surprised at all when he heard Song Zhen's name. People who are experienced and knowledgeable in the field do have this kind of vision.

"Do you know Song Zhen?" Shen Shu became interested when the car god was mentioned.

"Uh... I'm his fan, and this car is... a peripheral I bought! We young people all know how to collect peripherals." Under the threat of Song Yun's eyes, Jiang Jingxiu was forced to lie.

But as we all know, telling a lie requires countless lies to cover it up.

Shen Shu nodded when he heard this, and after looking at the mechanic's work clothes on Song Yun, he asked, "Is he the mechanic you hired?"

Jiang Jingxiu felt a chill down his spine and wanted to cry but couldn't. Seeing that Song Yun didn't react, he answered with gritted teeth.

"Yes, he is...an expert I specially hired."

"Are you still hiring? I can modify almost all types of racing cars, and I don't ask for a high salary."

Shen Shu thought that she would have nothing to do after the test, so she might as well take a summer job. She had done a lot of odd jobs as a car mechanic and a mechanic in her previous life, so she thought that work experience would not be a problem.

"Then leave me your contact information, I'll... think about it." Jiang Jingxiu was so upset that he could only think of a way to cover up his lie. How did this place become a recruitment site? And he wanted Young Master Song from Beijing to be his mechanic? Who would believe it if he told others about it?

Shen Shu took out the pen he carried with him, wrote his name and phone number on a piece of paper and placed it on the table.

"Okay, I'll go first." Shen Shu waved his hand and left casually, unaware of the drama in Jiang Jingxiu's heart at the moment.

Just as the person who had broken the paper was about to reach out to take the note, a slender jade-like and slightly cold hand snatched it away first.

Looking at the elegant handwriting on the note, Song Yun's lips curled up slightly.

"Shen Shu? Interesting."

In a blink of an eye, it is the third day of the racing license training. In the morning, the trainees drove the cars individually to familiarize themselves with the track. In the afternoon, a small simulation race will be held, which is the so-called Rising Star Race.

The rule is to run 5 laps in a closed circular track and be ranked according to the total time taken.

As long as the speed meets the assessment requirements, you can get a national Class B racing license issued by the training base.

It rained all night last night and the weather today is exceptionally cool, with the moist water vapor mixed with the fragrance of grass and trees.

The racing cars are lined up neatly at the starting point, ready to go. The names and blood types of the corresponding players are posted on both sides of the rear windows, and there are corresponding serial numbers on the bodies of the cars.

Shen Shu wore a special racing suit and got into car No. 9.

Because it was a small training class competition, there were only a few people sitting on the viewing stands.

"I just listen to you and Lao Chen bragging every day. If No. 9 really had that kind of talent, he would have been famous in the youth group a long time ago."

"I guess it was just a coincidence that he stepped on the brakes at the limit. The rumor is a bit too weird."

"If No. 9 can't do it, then it can't do it. Just watching Shang Yunxi run is a win."

"..."

The coaches of the coaching team sat down with a skeptical attitude. Coach Cheng didn't care what others said and kept looking at car No. 9 with a sharp gaze.

"You... aren't you here to see that little girl?" Jiang Jingxiu asked the person next to him in a tentative tone as he sat in the viewing stand of the training base's stadium.

"What else?" Song Yun raised his eyebrows casually, his eyes fixed on car number 9.