stand shoulder to shoulder

At this time, on the podium of Monza, champagne was splashed.

Tao Li was in a turbulent mood. No matter what Cohen, Moder, and Damon complained, they all leaned on the railing and looked down at Berlusconi who was watching the ceremony in the crowd.

"Boom" and "Boom" sounded loudly, and the colorful papers were flying all over the sky. The two people in it faced each other with equally hot eyes.

The on-site photographer captured this moment and approached Berlusconi with a camera. Berlusconi didn't care, but Taoli looked away.

Berlusconi glanced at the camera, turned and walked out of the crowd, strolling to the building behind the podium.

Meteor staff came over with two bags on the road. Looking inside the bag, you can vaguely see the fabric of the blue racing suit. Berlusconi waved to the staff and said, "Where is their locker room?" ? I'll take it."

The Meteor staff was a little surprised, but obediently handed over the bag and gave the address of the locker room.

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After the carnival, Taoli, who was drenched all over his body, walked the fastest. When he saw Berlusconi in the dressing room, he immediately glanced back.

The Marcus staff who followed Tao Li also came in, holding Tao Li's change of clothes in his hand, and walked to the locker.

Berlusconi was leaning against the locker, arms folded, looking at Tao Li with burning eyes.

Tao Li's eyes were still a little red, and he approached Berlusconi hesitantly with his hands behind his back, and asked as if trying to strike up a conversation: "Why are you here?"

"Send clothes to the two drivers of our team."

"Oh."

Glancing at the staff of Marcus from the corner of the eye, Taoli coughed unnaturally, and said to Berlusconi: "Before today, I didn't know...you..."

Berlusconi is not the kind of person who would humbly ask others for help, but Berlusconi repeatedly asked his father to watch him play because of his little emotions.

Taoli's heart was beating like thunder, and he wanted to hug Berlusconi but couldn't.

He stood opposite Berlusconi dry-mouthed, and subconsciously licked his lips. The champagne was cold, but the taste was very strong. Just such a small amount of champagne made his heart tremble slightly.

Berlusconi's Adam's apple rolled, and his glued eyes fell on Taoli's lips.

Tao Li coughed a few times and tried his best to focus on the Marcus staff on the side.

Marcus's staff put away the clothes and checked that nothing was missing before leaving.

Tao Li turned around and sent him to the door, and said courteously, "Don't worry about my side, you can just go to Damon's side to see if there is anything that needs help."

On behalf of the team, Damon took the stage to receive the award, and also sprayed champagne all over his body, in the dressing room on the first floor.

Marcus staff said good.

Tao Li closed the door, and the next second, he was turned around with his arms around his waist and bumped into a familiar embrace.

Berlusconi didn't care if his clothes were wet, he tilted his head and kissed Taoli wantonly, tasting the champagne that represented victory in his mouth.

There are footsteps of people coming and going outside, and a few words of Italian from time to time.

In the room is the sound of each other's breathing getting heavier and heavier.

Suddenly, the door was unscrewed from the outside, and the lingering two hurriedly separated.One walked away quickly, took a change of clothes and went into the shower room, and the other stood where he was without hesitation, licking his lips aftertaste.

Cohen, who was wet, came in and greeted Berlusconi in a daze.

Berlusconi gave a lukewarm "huh" and walked past Cohen.

Maude went up to the second floor a few steps late, only to see Berlusconi coming out of the locker room. After he came in, Cohen asked him, "Why do you think the boss is here?"

"Didn't Peter say that the boss sent us clothes?" Maude responded absently, choosing an empty bathroom for himself.

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An hour later, the press conference will begin.

Tao Li, who had already put on a clean racing suit, went to the meeting place accompanied by his manager and engineer. At the entrance of the meeting place, he caught a glimpse of a young driver about eight or nine years old holding a meteor blue cap and hesitating.

On the event day of Thursday, a group of small Italian drivers drove karts to the warm-up field. After qualifying and the main race, these small drivers watched on the spot.

Now that the race is over, there are still many young drivers staying, asking the drivers to sign and take photos.

The little driver in a black racing suit clutched his blue cap, but did not ask Moder and Cohen for autographs. He followed Berlusconi in the venue all the way.

Tao Li walked over, bowed his head and asked him, "What's your name?"

The little driver looked up at the Chinese who won the Italian championship, and replied in fluent English: "I am Andrea."

"Andrea, do you want Berlusconi's signature?"

Andrea lowered her head and said, "Yes."

"Here's the hat." Tao Li said, took out the hat from the little driver's hand, turned around and walked to the venue, and said carelessly, "I'll give it to him for you."

"Hey, hey--" Andrea wanted to stop Taoli, and wanted to tell him that Berlusconi was unwilling to sign autographs for others after he "graduated" from F2.

But not long after, Andrea saw Berlusconi in the venue take the hat and glanced at him, and Andrea's heart almost jumped out.

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In the venue, Tao Li, who helped Andrea pass the hat, said: "He likes you very much, please sign him."

The clothes on Berlusconi's body were already dry. He took a pen from the Meteor staff and wrote his name on the brim of his hat.

Tao Li suggested again: "I signed all the papers, please write some words of encouragement."

Berlusconi said: "You read what you write."

Taoli could only think of some old-fashioned ones. While he was reading, Berlusconi wrote without emotion. After finishing writing, Berlusconi handed the pen and hat to the Meteor staff beside him, asking him to give it to the little driver.

The Meteor staff came out with a hat, and all the kart drivers standing outside were staring at the hat in his hand. The staff smiled and asked, "Well... who is Andrea?"

Andrea took a big step forward in a daze, and took the hat. Not only was there Paul Berlusconi's signature on it, but also a string of words written by Berlusconi on the side of the hat. Holding it in his hand, let the touch of the object tell him that this is not a dream.

Others saw that Andrea had Berlusconi's signature, and they were all ready to move. They felt that Berlusconi was in a good mood today and was willing to sign, so he had to act quickly.

About half an hour later, Berlusconi came out of the venue. A few young drivers took the lead and said to Berlusconi with their hats: "Mr. Berlusconi, please give me a lottery—"

Before he finished speaking, Berlusconi walked away without looking sideways.

One of the little riders was more courageous and pursued persistently. He blushed and handed out the blue hat again.

Berlusconi lowered his head and saw that it was a female driver, so he was willing to stop. He took the hat and asked, "Can you write the name Paul Berlusconi?"

Seeing her idol talking to herself, the eleven or twelve-year-old female driver was very excited and nodded.

"Write it yourself."

The female driver was stunned for a moment, and the next second, the hat was put on her head, and the top of the hat seemed to be able to feel the warmth of Berlusconi's palm.

The female driver looked up, and Berlusconi's figure gradually faded away.

Andrea, who had witnessed all this, picked up his hat in a daze. He saw the words written by Berlusconi-Andrea, looking forward to the day when I see you in F1.

Karting is the cradle of F1 drivers, but not every karting driver will become an F1 driver.

Berlusconi's words mean that he must be able to become an F1 driver!

Andrea is encouraged.

Taoli, who was favored by Berlusconi, has won F1 championships many times and has become a popular candidate for world champion.

But today, Berlusconi signed him alone and said he would see him in F1, which shows that he also has unlimited potential!

The little drivers who couldn't get their autographs turned around and clustered around Andrea, asking: "Why did Berlusconi only give you autographs?"

Andrea puffed up his chest excitedly and said: "I attracted him with my wonderful performance on Thursday."

The little drivers couldn't believe it. Thursday was an exhibition race, and Andrea's performance was not top-notch.But Taoli, who was promoted by Berlusconi, was still a tire changer that no one was optimistic about at first, so they did not dare to speak out against eight-year-old Andrea.

Since then, Andrea has made great achievements on the field. 14 years later, the extremely confident Andrea was selected by Berlusconi to enter Meteor as an F1 driver and become the light of Italian racing.

This is a later story, so I won't repeat it here.