The float that Xia Yu had overtaken three laps over stopped behind him. The drivers got off the float one by one and shook hands with Xia Yu as they passed by.
The scene is not suitable for conversation, but meeting a legend like Xia Yu is also a wonderful story!
Hei Han and Xia Yu nodded. The turret looked impressive. Bottas's tonnage was not to be underestimated...
It was Mick Schumacher's turn, and Xia Yu patted him on the shoulder.
He admires the old racing king and has high hopes for his son, hoping that he will start from a small team, hone his skills, and one day enter a big team based on his own strength and win his own championship.
The drivers went to prepare for the next race, while Xia Yu was surrounded by reporters. You can't run away now.
Sports journalists are also journalists, just like traffic police are also police officers, and they are equally hungry for big news.
"Mr. Xia, you've achieved the results of a professional racer. How do you feel about that?"
With five or six microphones pressed against his lips, Xia Yu decided to say a few words to give the organizers some face.
"I'm very excited. I loved F1 as a child, but my pocket money couldn't even afford a go-kart. The idea of making money was rooted in my mind. When I grew up, I bought my own F1 car. When I was not busy at work, I would drive it to the race to set laps, and I also practiced pretty good driving skills."
What an inspiring answer! Xia Yu is realizing his dream with his own hands instead of asking for it from his parents. Nothing could be more in line with the main theme than this.
"If you had focused on racing since childhood, you would probably be the world champion now. Do you have any regrets?"
Another reporter asked.
"No, no, no, racing is just my hobby. I'd rather contribute to the development of humanity, such as supporting more people's racing dreams, especially Chinese drivers. We don't have a tradition in this area, so it might be difficult for real enthusiasts."
Investing in football is not as good as investing in racing, at least you can still hear the noise. But in football, all your money will be wasted.
After answering a few more questions, Xia Yu was freed from the crowd of reporters and returned to the P room to watch the next main competition.
"Wolf, you have to sell me this car."
Xia Yu found Toto Wolff.
"It suits my taste very well. If we can practice it more, we can definitely run it under 1 minute 40 seconds."
"Mr. Sherlock, you already own two Mercedes F1 cars."
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