In fact, the level of people driving GT3RS at that time was also very average, and they did not bring out the ultimate performance of the car at all.
That car is really awesome on the track. If it were given to Su Yang, he would probably be able to finish the time under 3 minutes and 55 seconds on his first try.
"Well, I'll buy a GT3RS to play with when I have time, or ask the system to give me one." Su Yang suddenly had this idea.
Although he already has 911 turbos, turbos are not designed for racing tracks after all. The latest 911 gt3 rs is the ultimate machine in the 911 series that is closest to a GT racing car.
Just as they were thinking about it, three cars slowly drove towards them.
The three of them were dejected because they had seen the lap time of the first place winner on the big screen just when they crossed the finish line.
At this time, we saw the lap time of the fourth place, and the lowest one was about 4 minutes.
"Are you three riding a snail? I already feel I'm very slow, and what are you driving? Six minutes~" Meng Wenzhou couldn't help laughing when he looked at the expressions of the three people.
"Brother Meng, please stop poking at our sore spots. It's already pretty good that we can achieve this result."
"I'm different from them. At least I can finish within six minutes." Zhang Ziming tilted his head and looked at his results and said.
"It's just a few seconds faster, almost the same."
"You still have to practice. Look at Lao Su's time. 4 minutes and 2 seconds. That's more than two minutes faster than yours. It's enough time to smoke a cigarette."
"Stop talking, Brother Meng!!! I beg you, let's talk business. If you take over the racetrack, I will come here to run ten laps every day!" Liu Bo shouted.
"Haha, okay, let's go."
Everyone moved into the room and started talking about business.
About an hour later, Meng Wenzhou and Zhang Chengjun called several staff members from their company who were responsible for this area.
The two sides finally reached an agreement at a price of 625 million.
Everyone first signed a simple agreement. In the next few days, Zhang Chengjun and others would go to Meng Wenzhou's company to sign a few more formal contracts, and then transfer the money, and the racetrack would be completely transferred.
As for how Su Yang and others paid, Meng Wenzhou, Su Yang and Qin He accounted for the majority of the money, with each contributing about 1.6.
The remaining 1.45 will be shared equally by Liu Bo, Zhang Ziming and Chu Qiunan.
These are internal matters between them. They will sign a contract privately when the time comes, so the specific details will not be described in detail.
After signing the agreement, Su Yang and others drove away from the racetrack.
After that, we just need to wait for notification to transfer money to Meng Wenzhou’s company account. Then, when the racetrack is completely sold, everyone will start to renovate and transform this desolate Qinglianshan racetrack.
Su Yang originally planned to invite everyone to his restaurant for a small celebration, but Qin He and Zhang Ziming were both busy, and Meng Wenzhou also had to go back to the company, so everyone agreed to wait until the racetrack was completely sold before celebrating properly.
After leaving the racetrack, the seven of them went back to their homes. Meng Simin had previously asked Pan Ning to go back after finishing her work.
So Pan Ning didn't go with Su Yang.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, Su Yang drove back to the villa. He went into the house, made himself a cup of coffee, sat on the sofa, and smoked and rested.
At this time, the things at hand were basically done. Su Yang picked up his mobile phone, opened WeChat and found Li Muhan's chat interface.
"It's about time to contact her. Let's ask her first."
He typed and sent: "Hello Mu Han, I'm Su Yang, do you remember me?"
After sending the message, Su Yang went to the bathroom and waited for Li Muhan's reply.
Ten minutes passed and the chat interface remained motionless.
"Hmm? What's going on? Did you forget about me? That shouldn't be the case. Maybe you're busy. Wait a little longer~"
Su Yang didn't worry about it. He lay on the sofa and started watching Douyin.
After refreshing for an hour, no message popped up on WeChat.
"Huh? Not replying? Damn it." Su Yang switched back to the chat interface with Li Muhan.
This time he was too lazy to type and just played the voice message directly.
The phone rang from beginning to end, but no one answered.
"Damn, it's really not that easy to contact him. There are still three days left. I wonder if I can get in touch with him. What are you doing?"
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