After the A and B groups finished their matches, Yi Binghua's face was as bright as a chrysanthemum, and he clasped his hands together to accept congratulations from all around him.
He even deliberately turned his head and smiled at Wan Feng as if to show off, as if to say, "See? This is strength."
"Congratulations, Boss Yi! The Goodyear Off-Road Team is indeed very powerful." Wan Feng congratulated the other party with a smile.
At his level, it would be petty not to talk to the other party. Even if he feels uncomfortable in his heart, he will still fool the other party with a smile on his face.
"I heard that your Blue Ocean Team's car will be competing soon? I hope that your Blue Ocean Team can have a car enter tomorrow's finals."
"Haha! Good luck to the owner of the clothing store. That means one of our Blue Ocean cars will definitely make it to tomorrow's finals."
"Hmph! Then let's wait and see." Yi Binghua snorted. You idiot, you took my politeness seriously.
The first group of preliminaries of the Manufacturer's Cup gasoline group has begun. The result of the draw is that two unknown drivers from Blue Ocean participating in the Manufacturer's Cup are in the first group, and Lu Ningjun's car is in the second group.
Four or five minutes later, the result of the race made Yi Binghua laugh out loud. The two drivers of the Blue Ocean Team were fourth and fifth in the group, with a time of about five minutes each.
This was the result of the Patrol team's retirement due to a mechanical failure, otherwise the two drivers of the Blue Ocean team would have been the last and second to last in this group's preliminaries.
"Hahaha! What's your name, boss of the Blue Ocean Team? Is this the level of your team's drivers? How dare they run out and embarrass themselves with this level?" Yi Binghua turned around and mocked Wan Feng loudly.
Wan Feng didn't take it seriously at all. Instead, he was excited and said, "What's there to be ashamed of? At least we completed the competition! Isn't this considered an achievement?"
Yi Binghua was exhausted. What kind of achievement was it to complete a competition?
In this kind of track race, any driver can complete the race if they are careful.
This is Yi Binghua's idea, not Wan Feng's.
Except for Lu Ningjun, all the drivers of the Nanwan team participated in a competition of this scale for the first time, so nervousness was inevitable.
Being nervous will cause your brain to heat up and your technique to become distorted, so it is normal that you cannot perform at your best.
The simulation results of these two drivers are both over four minutes and a half seconds. If they do not perform poorly, it is still possible for them to achieve their usual results and enter the finals.
However, Wan Feng considered it a success that he was able to complete the race without failing in his first official competition.
"You have one contestant left in the gasoline group. If this contestant falls behind again, your entire gasoline group will be wiped out."
"Hey, Mr. Yi! We in the gasoline group definitely won't be wiped out. How about a bet?"
"What's blocking it?"
"Let's gamble?"
"How much congestion?"
"Little guy, how about one million?"
Yi Binghua was shocked. One million is just a small thing? Who the hell are you?
"You can't gamble, the rules don't allow it!"
If it was just the two of them behind the scenes, Yi Binghua wouldn't be afraid to have a bet with this guy. He thought the other party was just giving him money.
But he couldn't respond on the podium. He said this without any fear, and several people around him heard it.
The impact is bad.
"Since gambling isn't a good idea, how about betting on a meal? How much does a meal at the most expensive restaurant in Beijing cost?"
"A few tens of thousands of dollars."
"It's just such a small amount of money!" Wan Feng sighed.
Yi Binghua was so angry that his nose almost got crooked. He met a guy who was pretending to be a competitor today.
A meal worth tens of thousands of dollars is called this little money?
"How about we have five meals together, Mr. Yi? Or how about betting on that Patek Philippe jade on your wrist, which is pretty nice?"
Yi Binghua's watch is probably worth tens of thousands of yuan. Wan Feng plans to win it for him so that he doesn't have to check the time all the time when he has nothing to do.
Are you bullying me because I’m not wearing a watch?
I'll buy some when I get back...
No! Wearing a watch is too uncomfortable. I don’t want to suffer that.
"Oh my! That's not easy! You even know Patek Philippe?"
"Haha! What's that?! My son has one of these toys."
Patek Philippe Jade is a toy for your son?
Yi Binghua was sure that he had met someone who could bring a dead cow back to life, and his bragging skills were even better than those of an Indian.
At this time, the second group of the gasoline group was ready to set off.
"Boss Yi! Do you want to gamble? Since you're so stingy, let's just bet on the most expensive meal at the most expensive restaurant in Beijing. I'm afraid you won't be able to afford the loss if you gamble too much."
"It's just a bet, isn't it just a meal?"
The other party really bet on Wan Feng and was dumbfounded.
This idiot doesn't even know who's in his own team, right? The next person to appear is Lu Ningjun!
This guy doesn't even know Lu Ningjun is in his own team, and he dares to brag?
Lu Ningjun was driving car No. 58. From the start, he followed a driver from the Goodyear Off-Road Team at a leisurely pace. He was always one body length behind his opponent and finally crossed the finish line in second place.
Yi Binghua's face looked like pig liver that had been frozen purple by the northwest wind.
"Boss Yi! Do you think our car number 58 can make it to the finals?"
According to the rules, the top three teams from each group will enter tomorrow's final. Wan Feng asked this question even though he knew the answer.
Yi Binghua didn't answer, wondering, "How could there be such a driver in the Blue Ocean team? Who is this?"
"Boss Yi! Next up is the diesel group preliminaries. Do you want to have another bet?"
Anyway, I have already won one game. At worst, I won’t lose much if I lose it. If I win another game, Yi Binghua will probably be disgusted to death.
Of course Wan Feng would spare no effort to push it forward if he could make the other party sick to death.
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