stand shoulder to shoulder

Even Stephanie, who has always been full of expectations for Tauri, suggested cryptically: "Hope is so powerful, maybe Berlusconi will have a way to deal with him?"

Tao Li kept silent with his helmet on. Car racing requires a high degree of concentration, but he was distracted. He was ashamed to tell Stephanie the truth. He lost without realizing Hope's offensive and defensive strength.

"Berlusconi will be your race engineer, and everything will be fine, right?" Stephanie further expressed her opinion, and said intimately, "As your manager, I can represent you in negotiating with Meteor."

If Berlusconi is back as his race engineer and he gets the podium, it means he can't do without Berlusconi.

He didn't mind other people thinking like that before, but now he really does.

"Please don't do this, I promise this blunder will never happen again."

Stephanie said no more, but Taoli knew she was skeptical of his assurances.

Tao Li was extremely remorseful.

·

Not only did other people in the paddock bombard Taoli, but when he arrived at the hotel, Taoli was called to Berlusconi's room for a review.

"Congratulations, you have made a mistake that no trainee driver should make. In the future, the wonderful moments when the race officials introduce this track will definitely have your performance today." Berlusconi sat beside Taoli with a gloomy face. He said in a harsh tone, "To be able to leave a name on this track so quickly, I really want to open your brain to see what is the perfect structure inside."

Tao Li was scolded blankly, he had indeed committed an unforgivable crime.Even if Berlusconi, whom he hates most at the moment, scolds him, he still doesn't say anything.

Berlusconi scolded him for half an hour, and finally said: "Stella introduced me to some racing drivers last night. I didn't expect Meteor to use them so soon!"

Hearing Stella's name, Tao Li tightened his lips, but still couldn't restrain the violent changes in his breathing.

Berlusconi has been rejecting him, so whoever Berlusconi sleeps with is none of his business.Nor was he in a position to question.

Because of this, this feeling of having nowhere to vent became even more agitated, even if he decided to give up Berlusconi.

"Are you afraid?" Berlusconi misunderstood Taoli's emotional changes. He leaned closer to Taoli, his tone was still stern, but his eyes were restrained, "While I still have a little patience, cooperate with me to review the game. I found the problem , I will teach you how to solve it."

Tao Li rubbed his face vigorously, sat up straight again, and said, "Okay."

"Were you distracted at the time?"

"Yes."

"What were you thinking at the time, thinking of Hope—"

"I was thinking about some X-rated images."

Berlusconi was taken aback, looking at Tao Li with fire in his eyes.

Tao Li turned his head and asked provocatively, "Do you need a detailed description?"

Berlusconi sneered, leaned back in the chair, crossed his arms, and looked at Taoli with a serious face: "Yes, you are the only one in our team who can decide whether to do it or not."

Tao Li was so angry that he dared to look directly at Berlusconi.

Berlusconi's eyes were full of chills: "Speak, let me hear how your sex/education/education class is going."

Tao Li turned his gaze away, and said with a straight neck, "I'll give you feedback on how well you are doing after Firman teaches me next month."

As soon as the words fell, Tao Li's head was buckled, and he turned his neck uncontrollably and looked at the Italian beside him. The latter's hand was very strong, but his tone was very soft, full of encouragement: "I didn't hear clearly, you You can say it again."

Every time Berlusconi spoke in that tone, Taulli knew he was genuinely angry.Tao Li knew that if he dared to repeat it, he would die a terrible death.

Tao Li's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he said with strength: "Boss, today you expressed your meaning very clearly. If I make another mistake, I will lose the Meteor seat. I will do it myself, and the replay will not be done." Sorry to trouble you."

Berlusconi seemed satisfied, let go of his hands and sat up straight, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket with a blank expression, and threw them on the table.

There was a soft "snap", as if the invisible shackles on Tao Li's body were untied.

Berlusconi smokes and never wants him around.

Tao Li took a deep breath, stood up stiffly, and walked towards the door.

The moment the door was closed, he heard the sound of a lighter being turned on.

·

Soon, Tao Li ran back to his room to gain temporary safety.

He fell down on the bed angrily. He wanted to calm down, but his waist hit something hard. He reached for it and pulled out a densely written notebook.

Taoli flipped through the pages, and almost immediately remembered the scene when he wrote these notes. Sometimes it was late at night, and sometimes it was sleepy noon. He wore thick headphones and listened to the grinding engine. Voice.

At that time, I never thought that I would be so stretched today.

Tao Li's eyes were slightly sore, and he murmured "I'm sorry" in a low voice.

Berlusconi is right to scold, he is too unprofessional, and even ashamed of his own efforts.

"Buzzing..." The phone in his pocket vibrated.

Tao Li sniffed and took it out to see that it was a call from her sister.

"Ahem." Tao Li cleared his throat, wiped his eyes with his arm, and then answered the phone, asking briskly. "Didn't you say that you are very busy entering the crew? Why do you call me when you have time?"

"Just watched the game."

Tao Li felt depressed: "I'm too bad."

Tao Yue on the phone comforted her softly: "It's okay, you're still young. Didn't the commentator say it all? The youngest F1 Grand Prix winner is also 22 years old."

"That's right, I'll just keep working hard." Tao Li didn't want her sister to worry too much, so she cheered up again.

"And we don't have to be racing drivers. Racing cars are Dad's dream, not yours. He's gone, so you can be happy."

Tao Li rolled up the notebook in his hand, and suddenly felt that racing was not all his father's dream alone.

·

The next day, when Tao Li was waiting for the plane, he met Firman without any surprise.

Firman is an F1 layman boss. Yesterday the commentator said that Tao Li was panicked by Hope, and he totally believed it.

Although he can't give any professional advice on racing, it doesn't prevent him from "educating" Tao Li from all aspects of life, career, psychological tactics and other macro perspectives.

Tao Li was sitting next to Firman, thinking about how to slip away, when suddenly his shoulders were heavy, and the familiar dangerous smell was close at hand.

Taoli looked sideways, and Berlusconi was standing behind him and Firman, patted his shoulder with one hand, pressed Firman's shoulder with the other, and asked with a smile, "What are you guys talking about, how can you sit so close?" .”

Tao Li looked down at the normal social distance between him and Firman, and heard Firman say, "Oh, I'm teaching Tao Li, can you please leave me alone?"