EBE Chapter 325 F1 Driver Shang Jie
Chapter 325 F1 Driver Shang Jie
The sun broke through the clouds, illuminating a new day in the Pearl of the Orient. The azure waters of Victoria Harbour rippled as if covered with a layer of transparent soft brocade.
Several tea restaurants near the International Circuit were filled with the smell of fireworks. The restaurants were packed with people, various languages were mixed together, and tourists of different skin colors and races were having morning tea while chatting about the grand event that was about to open.
At this time, each entrance to the stadium was filled with spectators waiting to check their tickets. Most of them were wearing fan uniforms of their idol drivers, with their faces exaggeratedly painted with oil paint. All kinds of products surrounding the race were snatched away, and the bustling crowd could be felt from across several streets.
The winding track is crisscrossed with large expanses of fresh green grass that sparkles in the sun.
Hundreds of P-room maintenance areas were put into operation early on by professionals from various racing teams, and one racing car after another with different paint jobs was inspected and put into production in their hands.
Several cars on the track tore through the morning mist and carried out the final stage of debugging. Engineers in the P room, wearing radios, gathered around several large computer screens suspended in the air to monitor the real-time data of the debugging vehicles.
Spectators with VIP box tickets leisurely enjoyed a Western buffet in the stadium's exclusive restaurant.
More than half of these people are well-known entertainment stars at home and abroad, such as the Hong Kong circle's superstar actor, mainland China's top idol actor, and popular phenomenal actress.
If you single out any one person, they would cause unrest among the audience. But in this place full of big shots, it was so peaceful that not a single wave was stirred.
Especially when Shang Jie, the only F1 racing driver from Country Z, appeared in the restaurant, many big-name stars came forward excitedly to take photos and ask for autographs.
There was a commotion in the restaurant, and Shang Jie, who was surrounded by a crowd of people, responded calmly and politely.
He is just over 1.8 meters tall, with three-dimensional features and a healthy tan from years of sunbathing. Because of regular physical exercise, the muscles under his black T-shirt are tight and bulging.
Racing culture has only been introduced into China for a short period of two or three decades, and its influence is not great, far from reaching the level of national racing culture in Europe and the United States.
In the early years, there was a craze because of the racing god Song Zhen, but since he escaped from the World Cup, the racing culture of Country Z has plummeted because of this scandal and has stagnated for many years.
Until Shang Jie appeared, like a flame of hope, the hope of country Z car fans was rekindled.
When he was ten years old, he swept the national karting championship and won all the championships. At the age of twelve, he went to Europe to pursue his dream, upgraded from F4 to win the championship, signed with the Ferrari team and became the first F1 driver in the history of Z country.
His success is inseparable from talent, luck, money and hard work.
Although he is currently a reserve driver and has not yet obtained a permanent seat, he has broken the ice and set a precedent, allowing the racing culture to take root again in Country Z.
The country is now focusing on supporting the racing industry, hoping that someone from this world league can make it to the Asian Cup and win the championship. Shang Jie stepped forward in response to the long-awaited call.
In this China Cup competition, out of the 50,000 seats, his fans alone account for half of the seats, which is enough to show his influence.
This time he represents the Shang family's Hongmeng team. Because of his influence as a spokesperson, the sales of Hongmeng brand cars have soared this quarter.
Outside the P room of Hongmeng Racing Team, many well-known media were filming and reporting, and even CCTV Sports Channel was among them.
Qin Qiwei, the new first-line actress, and several familiar young celebrities in the circle were also crowded at the door at this time, hoping to find an opportunity to take a photo with Shang Jie to catch some attention.
What's interesting is that the stars who are usually chased by the spotlight are ignored and treated coldly by the media here. As long as it is in the Z country arena, no matter who is the god, don't think that you can surpass Shang Jie's popularity.
Because of Shangjie's halo, the Baituo team seemed particularly deserted.
In the lounge of Room P, Shen Shu had cold sweat on his forehead and was biting the gauze tightly while enduring the pain to change the dressing on the gunshot wound on his waist.
Fang Yuanyuan, who was helping her at the side, had red eyes and couldn't bear to look at the glaring wound on the white and slender waist.
She had already learned the whole story from Song Liu, and she ran over early this morning despite being stopped to confirm Sister Shu's condition with her own eyes.
"Don't cry, this injury is not a big deal. I will play in the game later, and you can follow Song Liu and the others to the VIP box. He will protect your safety."
Shen Shu patted her shoulder comfortingly, then turned around to check on the car maintenance process, completely unaware of Fang Yuanyuan's visibly stunned expression when she heard Song Liu's name.
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The two men who usually fought endlessly finally united today and stopped being jealous. Wearing radios, they directed the crew members to adjust the parameters of the vehicle's various accessories with serious expressions.
They knew that the Baituo team that Shen Shu signed with was quite poor and could not provide her with any good support, so the large work team in the P room was brought in from abroad by Xu Heqing and Song Yun on their own special planes.
Several mechanics were familiar faces, having tuned up Mist's car at the NASCAR race in Miami. They were particularly excited to see Shen Shu, which frequently drew puzzled looks from their colleagues.
Jiang Jingxiu looked at Song Yun and Xu Heqing with a dull expression, rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and always felt like he was dreaming.
How could the two leaders of the two separatist factions in the north and south of Continent M unite and appear in the same space? If someone had told him this in the past, he would have thought that the other person had eaten poisonous mushrooms and had hallucinations.
What's even worse is that Shen Shu actually already knew Song Yun's true identity, and kept teasing him, calling him Young Master Song, which made Song Yun cough helplessly and guiltily.
He was only two days late in arriving at Hong Kong, what did he miss? !
Before Jiang Jingxiu had time to think about why Song Yun and Xu Heqing could rarely coexist peacefully, he heard footsteps coming from the entrance of Room P.
"Shen Shu! Long time no see!"
Everyone looked up and saw a tall, thin, fair-skinned and handsome boy waving his hand excitedly.
"Han Fei, why are you here?"
She hadn't seen him since she acquired the Baituo brand in Shanghai, but she didn't expect to meet him today.
"It's your big day for competition, so of course everyone has to come and cheer you on."
As soon as Han Fei finished speaking, more than a dozen team members led by Senior Brother Lei Dong walked in.
They were wearing black and white team T-shirts, and with sincere smiles they unfolded the fan banner in front of Shen Shu, and their faces were smeared with corresponding color paint, looking quite like a fan support group.
This group of young people, who are at the age of full of passion, looked at her with expressions of awe, admiration, and expectation.
Shen Shu's eyes were touched, and before his eyes were about to turn red, he quickly greeted everyone: "Everyone came at the right time, the car just landed for maintenance, come and have a look!"
Coach Song Zhen, standing at the end of the team, looked around at the words "World Racing League China Cup" that could be seen everywhere. He subconsciously took a sip of his cigarette with a gloomy expression, and some long-forgotten memories began to vaguely loosen.
Just when Song Zhen was about to lose himself in thought, the screams and exclamations of the people in the convoy brought him back to reality.
“It’s actually the track version of the Betto 730!!!”
"Look at the chassis number, it seems to be the same car that the God of Racing drove when he won the Asian Cup?!"
"Coach, come and take a look! Is this the rare and legendary car that your teammate Song Zhen left behind?"