Chapter 48

"Tell me the rules," Zhang Qiu ignored Wang Quanbin's show of wealth and got straight to the point.

"There aren't many rules. The race track has several lanes, none of which are very long. The fast ones can be completed in a minute, and the longer ones in just ten minutes. There are races for one lap and three laps. Each type of race has corresponding rules, and the track has more detailed information, but you don't need to know too much. We're just here for fun, agreeing on the number of laps, and whoever crosses the finish line first wins."

"The entire track is equipped with cameras, providing full coverage. If needed, remote-controlled helicopters can be arranged to follow the race, but this requires additional payment." Wang Quanbin explained the rules succinctly, showing that he indeed had some talent.

With a good background and personal talent, he had the capital to be proud. No wonder his charm was as thick as an arm. Such a man would undoubtedly be highly attractive to most girls. Unfortunately, He Qing was not interested in him; even if his charm were as thick as a thigh, it would be useless.

After all, natural charm is not the same as magnetic charm, which can passively influence others but cannot forcibly affect them. No matter how beautiful a person is, they cannot charm all men, and no matter how handsome a person is, there will always be girls they cannot win over. This is common sense. However, the appearance of treasures and magical artifacts can change this common sense.

These treasures and magical artifacts are somewhat like the things used by cultivators in legends, and there should be corresponding cultivation techniques or spells to use them. The "charm peach blossom manual" mentioned in He Qing's task is probably such a spell.

However, it is unknown what Wang Quanbin's revenge will be. If it's just showing off wealth, he hopes it ends soon. If there are any underhanded moves, he hopes they come out quickly.

Zhang Qiu pondered for a moment, seemingly listening to Wang Quanbin's explanation of the rules, but in reality, his mind was wandering, fantasizing about how Wang Quanbin would take revenge on him, while also thinking about the task he was dragging along.

"Alright. Let's drive! Just one lap will do," Zhang Qiu said.

Hearing that Zhang Qiu only wanted one lap, Wang Quanbin's eyes darted around and he immediately said, "One lap is too few; luck plays too big a role."

"We just ran two laps earlier. Let's do the same," Ye Shao said.

Zhang Qiu insisted, "Let's just do one lap to get familiar with the car and the track. We can play bigger later. Can we bet on ourselves?"

"There's no betting market, so you can't bet. But we need a stake!" Wang Quanbin seemed somewhat helpless but did not insist on more laps. After all, Zhang Qiu had no other car and could only use his, so it didn't matter whether they raced now or later.

Zhang Qiu thought for a moment and said, "Is 500,000 enough for the stake?"

"500,000? Barely enough," Ye Shao laughed.

Wang Quanbin was taken aback. He had clearly found out that Zhang Qiu's family was just an ordinary urban poor, and while they might have 500,000 in assets, they definitely did not have 500,000 in cash.

A person with 500,000 in assets would dare to bet 500,000. This person was either crazy or extremely confident and bold.

However, Wang Quanbin did not continue speaking. He felt that his investigation might have some flaws. After all, who would carefully record the details of a small person? There would naturally be many things that could not be found out.

For example, the whereabouts of a big shot, who is always in the spotlight, are always known. But for a poor nobody, whether they stay at home or sneak out, who would know? This is a kind of sorrow, but also a kind of benefit.

"Since that's the case, let's make it 500,000." Zhang Qiu took out a card, the VIP gold card from the Su Xian Bank he had obtained when transferring money last time.

Everyone present was knowledgeable and knew that anyone who could produce such a gold card would have assets of no less than 500,000. Wang Quanbin was even more surprised, thinking that this guy was not as much of a nobody as he had imagined, and was definitely a troublemaker! No wonder he was indifferent to his show of wealth and could recognize so many luxury cars.

Fortunately, he had prepared a backup plan, and showing off wealth was just a side effect.

After taking out the card, Zhang Qiu asked, "Do we need to put it up as collateral?"

At this moment, a staff member from the track approached, bowed, and said, "Hello, sir. The stake can be held by our notary office."

Zhang Qiu looked at the man, who was indeed wearing a staff uniform and had a name tag. He still looked at Wang Quanbin with a questioning gaze, and Wang Quanbin nodded. Zhang Qiu handed the card to the staff member.

The staff member then took out a machine, swiped the card, and asked Zhang Qiu to enter his password to check the balance. Ye Shao also took out a card and directly said the password was 666666, then got into the car.

Zhang Qiu also got into the car, started it, and drove to the starting line.

Every race has spectators, it's just a matter of how many. The bystanders, seeing a race, immediately gathered to watch.

"Whose race is this?"

"Ye Shao and a new face. His clothes don't look good, and he looks like a bumpkin. I wonder which poor family's child he is!"

"A 2 million car against a 5 million car, the odds don't look good! That guy's car is also just average!"

"That's not necessarily true. Sometimes skill is the most important. Even with a good engine, without the skill, you can't reach the top speed."

"Let's just watch! Ye Shao's driving skills are not to be underestimated. It's a pity there's no betting market, otherwise, betting on Ye Shao would be a sure win."

The countdown began. 3, 2, 1, start!

Ye Shao's car suddenly sped off, while Zhang Qiu started his car leisurely.

Immediately, the bystanders burst into laughter. How could such a novice even compete with Ye Shao?

Once the car started, Zhang Qiu quickly entered the state, quickly merging with the car and adapting to the new vehicle.

At this moment, Zhang Qiu began to accelerate, quickly closing the gap with Ye Shao.

At a turn, Zhang Qiu performed a perfect drift, officially overtaking Ye Shao.

The bystanders watching on the big screen immediately erupted, no longer laughing but in shock!

In the following race, Zhang Qiu almost drifted at every turn, like playing a high-speed racing game, incredibly smooth.

At this moment, the spectators realized how wrong their initial assumptions were.

Ling Jing, who had been quietly observing from the side, was also surprised. Each of those smooth drifts represented excellent driving skills, and it seemed she really had a chance to win.

With such excellent driving skills, no wonder that guy dared to talk big.

It was already the last turn, and Ye Shao had been left far behind. Zhang Qiu was destined to win, but he did not feel much joy, as he saw this as an inevitable outcome. Not winning would be strange.

Provincial-level driving proficiency, combined with provincial-level insight, and near-national-level martial arts proficiency, was almost invincible. Excellent skills, a strong body, and precise insight, when perfectly combined, produced a surprising power.

However, at this moment, Zhang Qiu, with his keen senses, noticed a slight problem with the brakes.

He cursed in his heart, "Junk car, after a few drifts, the brakes are already failing. But this last drift should still be possible."

Zhang Qiu decided to take the risk. For him, this was a test and a thrill. If the brakes failed during the drift, he would face either a car crash or a serious injury. Unless his luck was incredibly good, there would be no exception once it happened.

However, Zhang Qiu was betting that the slightly problematic brakes would hold out for this last turn and this last drift.

Once again, he performed a drift. Everyone knew this was the last turn, and a very tight one. Without excellent driving skills, one would have to slow down, or else a car crash was inevitable.

Everyone was eagerly waiting for Zhang Qiu's performance. Apart from the initial joke at the start, his subsequent performance left everyone in shock, unable to laugh.

The expected drift appeared again, but it was even more spectacular than imagined.

However, just as the drift was about to complete and the car was about to enter the final straight kilometer, the car's rear unexpectedly continued to slide to the side. What was happening? Could it be the brakes? This was the first thing everyone thought of. Drifting is the most damaging to brakes and tires, and also the most afraid of brake failure.

"Bang!" The car's rear scraped against the anti-slip slope of the mountain, sparking. Zhang Qiu felt the car vibrate but did not panic excessively, as he realized that this collision unexpectedly realigned the car, meaning that as long as he stepped on the gas, he could charge to the finish line.

At this moment, Ye Shao was almost catching up, but he did not dare to drift at this last tight turn and had to slow down.

Zhang Qiu seized this opportunity, stepped on the gas hard, and the car rapidly accelerated, shooting forward like an arrow.

Estimating that he was about to cross the finish line, Zhang Qiu slightly released the gas, and the car, driven by inertia, crossed the finish line, the tires smoking.

All the spectators held their breath for Zhang Qiu, and Wang Quanbin gritted his teeth, clenched his fist, and punched his other hand.

"Zhang Qiu, are you okay!" Wang Quanbin's face quickly turned to a worried expression as he rushed over. This made it seem as if he and Zhang Qiu were close friends.

Zhang Qiu opened the car door and got out, saying, "Mr. Wang, I'm sorry, I damaged your car."

"As long as you're fine. This car isn't worth much!" Wang Quanbin said, "What happened? The car was fine when I drove it just now."

"I don't know what happened. Maybe I drifted too hard!" Zhang Qiu said.

At this moment, Ye Shao also arrived at the finish line, got out of the car, and cursed, "Damn! Wang, where did you find such a skilled driver? I don't think even a car king could match him! Is this to torment me?"

"Ye Shao, you're exaggerating! This guy just knows how to drift a bit. Who doesn't know how to drift when it comes to driving? Does this mean he can compare to a car king?" Ye Shao's words successfully made Zhang Qiu a target of resentment.

At this moment, Lin Jing suddenly walked up to Zhang Qiu and said, "Can you take me for a few laps? Using my car!"

Lin Jing's light words were like a stone dropped into a pot of oil, immediately causing a stir. Everyone was no longer focused on belittling Zhang Qiu for the sake of the car king but was instead processing this question, their minds in a state of shock.

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