August 17th is the final day of the second stop of the first National Cross-Country Championships, Pinggu Station. The champions of all seven events will be decided today.
The morning saw the Women's Cup and Manufacturers Cup competitions, and the afternoon saw the championships of the Club AB Group and Individual AB Group.
There was also a Fengcai Cup competition that was cancelled before the game.
The competition officially started at nine o'clock in the morning.
The audience entered at 8:30.
Not to mention that the racing atmosphere in Beijing is quite good, there are many spectators watching the race in the stands around the racetrack.
The biggest advantage of track racing is that spectators can come to watch the race, which can also sell some tickets and attract advertising sponsorship, which increases the income of the event and reduces financial pressure.
This time, Wan Feng did not sit on the podium but sat in the audience seats to the left of the podium with his friends and family.
He also couldn't bear to look at Yi Binghua's old face that he couldn't see all night.
"Hey! Can our team get first place?" Luan Feng was sitting on the right side of Wan Feng. As soon as he sat down, he started asking questions like a reporter, and took out a camera to shoot an album.
Most of the time at home, Zhang Xuan is called "husband", while Luan Feng just calls him "Hey!"
It's like someone's last name is Wei.
This time she took a lot of photos and recorded a lot of landscapes, planning to use them as painting materials when she returns.
"Almost! Master Lu has hope, but Guan Dahai is not so sure."
Lu Ningjun will definitely have a chance to compete, but for Guan Dahai, it will just depend on luck.
"Master Lu, it's no problem. I think Guan Dahai has a chance too. I have a feeling Guan Dahai will get first place."
Your hunch? Forget it!
Just a few days ago, a woman said she had a feeling that a certain number would win the prize, so she ran to the Wenzhong National Lottery Station and bought a hundred yuan for that number.
Then I went home and listened to the radio, waiting for the lottery results.
But when the winning number came out, someone didn't even win five yuan, and he laughed for more than half an hour.
At exactly nine o'clock, the first event, the Women's Cup, began.
"Ah! There are women playing racing?" Luan Feng asked in surprise.
"Yes! There are many women who like this crazy sport." Wan Feng answered casually without thinking too much about it.
"How old are these women racing? I think I saw one who looked quite old."
The drivers were all wearing helmets and sitting in their cars. How did this guy know how old they were?
"Racing is not restricted by age. It can be done from people in their twenties to those in their forties." Wan Feng spoke the truth without giving it any thought.
Luan Feng immediately fell silent.
The car starts! After a roar of the motor, the race officially begins.
The strange thing was that Luan Feng didn't say another word, and didn't even point the video recorder in his hand at the speeding cars on the field, but his eyes never left the cars on the field.
The ones who made the noises were Zhang Xuan, Liang Hongying, Zhan Ling and Zhang Juan, who let out a cry of surprise from time to time.
Luan Feng, who should have been shouting loudly, didn't make any movement, which made someone very puzzled. He turned around and looked at Luan Feng who was concentrating on watching the car.
At this moment, someone suddenly knew where the bad feeling he had when he watched the women's racing yesterday came from.
It’s over, it’s over, it’s over!
How could I have forgotten that I shouldn't have brought Luan Feng to see this thing? Isn't this just throwing meat into the tiger's mouth? If nothing unexpected happens, this guy will definitely become a racing driver.
really!
After the women's race was over, Luan Feng looked at Wan Feng with a sly look.
"Honey! I want to go racing too!"
This time the address has changed from "Hey" to "Husband".
Just like the last time she was drawing, a door suddenly opened on Luan Feng's forehead, and bright sunlight shone into her head.
At this moment, Luan Feng finally realized that this was the career she was willing to sacrifice her life for, and it was the only one.
"I can't kill you!" Wan Feng was not polite at all.
This spendthrift woman wants to squander the money again. She's been painting for a year and now she wants to play with cars? He's ready to nip her evil thoughts in the bud.
"I'm using my own money." Luan Feng thought Wan Feng was reluctant to spend money, so she immediately stated that she was using her own money.
"You can't even use your own money! This thing is life-threatening, so give up on this idea right now."
Luan Feng started to talk nonsense.
This time, someone wouldn't agree even to hang a chamber pot, let alone an oil bottle.
Racing is dangerous, and Wan Feng would never let her play such a dangerous thing.
There is no danger to negotiate, but there is no danger to negotiate.
"Then can I raise a racing team? We have a men's team in South Bay, so we should have a women's team."
As soon as she saw Wan Feng's expression, Luan Feng gave up on crying, making a fuss, and threatening to commit suicide, knowing that it would be useless.
There was no smile in this guy's eyes, they were like ice at minus 100 degrees Celsius.
Whenever this guy has this expression, he won't change his mind even if meteorites rain from the sky.
So, he rolled his eyes and changed his tactics.
There is no danger in me running a racing team and being the boss, right?
Of course, she didn't dare to tell others about her idea of going up secretly to open it. Anyway, no one could watch her every day.
Wan Feng was exhausted. Did he have to maintain a fleet of cars? That would be even more expensive.
It costs more to maintain a fleet of cars.
Wan Feng was about to say no when Luan Feng spoke first: "If you say no, I will divorce you. I really want to divorce you!"
Zhang Xuan beside her chuckled.
Luan Feng then kicked him with a sweeping kick: "You laughed when you heard I was getting divorced! I told you to laugh! I'll tell you to laugh again!"
Zhang Xuan was speechless: "I didn't say anything!"
"Don't laugh! Even if I really get divorced, you are not allowed to laugh."
Turning to Wan Feng, he said, "Wan, listen, if you don't let me run the fleet, I'm going to divorce you!"
Fortunately, the audience seats on both sides are filled with our own people.
If outsiders heard this, they would laugh their pants off. The couple came here to get a divorce.
"Do you know how much it costs to maintain a fleet of cars in a year? Tens of millions!"
"I have money!"
"Okay! Even if you have money, how much money do you have? How many years can you support a fleet with your money?"
"I saw it! The teams are all sponsored. If they have sponsors, they won't spend much money."
She learns this quickly.
"Haha! Only teams with good performance will get sponsorship. Can you run well?"
"Nanwan Group can sponsor me! Think about it! If you sponsor me a few million a year, I'll save money!"
Wan Feng was furious: "You save money but I spend money!"
Aren't these all from my own family? A typical example of a Taoist friend dying but the old Taoist never dies.
Liang Hongying and Zhan Ling couldn't hold back their laughter but were too embarrassed to do so, so they could only cover their mouths and shake their shoulders.
"I love watching the couple quarreling. It's so interesting." Liang Hongying didn't forget to add insult to injury.
"I don't care! I just want to support the team. Oh, and Hongying can also sponsor a few hundred thousand or something."
"Gah!"
Liang Hongying, who was laughing triumphantly, seemed to have her mouth blocked by a stone and could no longer laugh.
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