stand shoulder to shoulder

This dinner, Tao Li ate very badly, returned to the dormitory and drank five cans of Wangzai, and he still couldn't get out of the damp mood.

What does Berlusconi mean when he says it's fine?

Is it because Scherfer's ability is not far behind him, so can he understand the meaning of contact?

In Berlusconi's heart, liking him is a shameful thing.

The more Tao Li thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became.

"Did Berlusconi think he was really good!"

With red eyes, Taoli put down the red jar and searched for Berlusconi on his mobile phone.

In fact, there is no need to search, Tao Li also knows how much Berlusconi is worth today.

The team owner, the former F1 quadruple champion, and the famous Berlusconi family have all become the most insignificant background in his identity.

But Tao Li wants to know what Berlusconi was doing when he was 17 years old. Unfortunately, there is not much about this part on the Internet, and only a general introduction to the time before Berlusconi was 21 years old.

The first is the school from childhood to adulthood. Taoli glanced at it and only remembered Berlusconi's university, which is a famous school that people who drop out of school early like Taoli have heard of.

Then Taoli found that he did not take charge of the field like himself since he was a child. Before the age of 21, Berlusconi could almost only be regarded as a ticket racing car, and his main focus was on his studies.

It may be because the old Berlusconi is the world's car king. After graduation, Berlusconi got a seat in F2, and then knocked on the door of F2 with the F1 annual championship trophy.

Whether it is Berlusconi's academic qualifications or his racing record, Taoli is very anxious.He had to admit that Berlusconi's disdain for him was objective.

Tao Li put down his cell phone and began to look for things in the room. He turned up two suitcases and searched through the pockets of all kinds of clothes before he found a crumpled business card.

He dialed the strange number, and soon Stephanie's voice came from there.

"I'm very interested in your proposal."

·

Stephanie responded very quickly, and Tao Li met her the next day and signed the contract.

Stephanie learned about Taoli's situation, and she was surprised to learn that his contract with the Shooting Stars only expires this summer.

At least they are signed once a year. As of the summer break, it means that Taoli only has a meteor seat for half a season.In the second half of the year, if Meteor does not renew his contract, he will probably not be able to return to F1 until next year, because the seats in other teams are occupied.

"This means that if your grades decline, it is very likely that you will be replaced, and Meteor will not suffer much from this."

Stephanie didn't understand how Tao Li would agree to this kind of contract. Tao Li said: "I used to feel that I couldn't stay at all, but now..."

Tao Li didn't go on talking. He flipped through Stephanie's proposal, his eyelashes drooping, unable to hide the determination in his eyes.

"Now your race engineer..."

"It's Peter."

Stephanie was surprised and couldn't hide her regret. She said: "It's a pity, Berlusconi is the king of the counterclockwise track."

The Istanbul Circuit in Turkey is a typical anti-clockwise circuit.

If there is Berlusconi's guidance, then the chances of winning will be even greater.

The chief strategist of Meteor probably thought the same way. After a few days of putting aside his old face, he finally succeeded in inviting Berlusconi to take over his class and tell everyone how to do this track.

Tao Li, who often works late these days, went with the crowd, sat next to Peter, lowered his head to take notes, and didn't even look at Berlusconi in the middle.

Berlusconi has always been a man who does nothing but does everything.The whole meeting was full of dry goods, and the Italian's handwritten English also received a wave of silent praise.

During the intermission, Peter and his colleagues said: "Tauli's words are a bit similar to Berlusconi's, just that style."

Colleagues are skeptical.

Peter turned around and asked Tao Li to borrow his notes, and passed them to his colleagues. The colleagues were surprised and said, "This F looks very similar, what's going on?"

Taoli recalled that Berlusconi disliked his poor handwriting, held his hand with a straight face, and wrote 26 English letters by hand.

Berlusconi's reprimand at that time has been blurred, but the warm touch of the wrapped hands is still very clear.

Tao Li pulled back the notes and said with a puffy face, "You can write after reading too much."

Soon, the break was over and the meeting started again.

But Tao Li did not have the calmness of the first half.

After being pointed out by his colleagues, he could think of Berlusconi when he looked at his own words, and all he heard was Berlusconi's low-pitched narration.

Tao Li's head hurt suddenly, and he knocked it a few times with his hand in frustration.

Peter on the side saw it and asked in a low voice, "Are you okay?"

"Head hurts."

As Tao Li's race engineer, Peter knew Tao Li's desperate efforts during this period best. He whispered: "The state is not good, why don't you go back and sleep."

Tao Li nodded, tapped his head, and got up silently.

Taoli's departure caused some people to look back, but Berlusconi was still talking about the track at a leisurely pace, as if he was not disturbed during the whole process.

It wasn't until Tao Li's figure completely disappeared outside the door that a certain tall man with no distractions gradually frowned.

·

Tao Li left the conference room and wanted to go back to the dormitory, but when he passed the lobby and saw the Istanbul race track displayed on the big screen, he remembered how many cars he hadn't seen, and finally returned to the simulation room.

Although Stephanie said that he had to gradually throw away the label that belonged to Berlusconi, his worth could rise sharply.

However, today's colleague's casual remark made Tao Li understand that, at some point, his way of thinking, his attitude towards work, and even his method of taking notes have all been deeply imprinted with the traces of Berlusconi.

Tao Li bent down and took out a can of Wangzai, opened the easy-pull tab with his left hand, clicked on the car video with his right hand, and began to watch it.

His head hurts and he feels sleepy, but he can continue.

·

But when the strategy meeting ended, it happened to be lunch time.

Berlusconi came out of the conference room with the documents, and Firman came to him for dinner.

"No, I still have something to do." Berlusconi put down Firman, pursed his lips and walked to the simulation room.

Unscrewing the doorknob, Berlusconi walked in with long legs, and soon saw Taoli.

Under the sound of the car's noisy engine, Tao Li held Wangzai in one hand and the pen holder in the other, closed his eyes, and nodded his head forward.

Berlusconi's reprimand was a bit speechless, he folded his arms, bent over and tilted his head to look at Tao Li.Tao Li is too young, even if she stays up all night, her skin is still so good.It is a little thinner, but the lines of the face are also clearer, as if going through the necessary transformation journey of a teenager.

The longer Berlusconi watched, the drowsy Taoli nodded his head lower and lower. Seeing that his forehead was about to hit the pen holder, Berlusconi was quick-sighted and pulled Taoli's hair to lift his head.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"