Mixed In the United States As a Local Tyrant

  Chapter 360 Racing Fund

When he met someone who had the same hobbies and could be an idol, Zhou Hang talked a lot, talking about his experience with cars. His family owns a car repair shop, and he has been exposed to these machines since he was a child. He was able to repair cars at the age of fourteen or five. He drove a car around in the factory yard, and then became obsessed with the car out of control. Before he turned eighteen, he practiced on the road in the suburbs with no one. After taking the driver's license, he was on the right track.

An Feng learned that Zhou Hang quit high school after graduating from high school and joined a small team, but he didn't really get to race. Later, he met Shangxiong. It happened that there was a driver injury in the team, and Zhou Hang was talented. , preparing for the regional sprint.

  The path that Zhou Hang chose to take is opposed by most parents in China, who think it is absurd and not doing a proper job. I am afraid that the only way to go is to study and go to a good university. But Zhou Hang's family is very open-minded... After a few beatings didn't work, they let him go racing when he couldn't read.

An Feng knows that the domestic racing environment is not very good, with few spectators, few venues, and lack of professionalism. Talented people like Zhou Hang, in addition to relying on hard work, also value luck in China. It’s not that there are no excellent drivers, but Their talents are often buried by the environment.

  An Feng asked him: "What do you think you lack the most?"

Zhou Hang thought for a while and replied: "Practice the venue and parts of the racing car. We usually don't have many opportunities to come to the regular racing track to practice, and there are not enough spare parts for the racing car. We can only use it carefully, and we can't let it be scrapped in advance. Inventory, things will be miserable."

   "Don't prepare more parts?" An Feng knew the reason as soon as he said it. It must be a matter of money. Who wouldn't go to a chartered track for training if they have money? Who wouldn't buy a large number of spare parts for the racers to use at will without worrying about the lack of backup resources?

  Zhou Hang shrugged: "We are a small team with limited sponsorship, so we can't consume so much."

  An Feng wanted to say something else, but the car had been overhauled. Zhou Hang put on his helmet again and got on the car to start off. Everyone was also discussing about the car in the pit stop. An Feng asked: "Apart from short-distance races, are you planning to participate in other larger-scale races?"

"There is not enough time." Shangxiong said, "We all get together because of hobbies, but racing cars can't support us. Many people have to go to work after participating in the race. The team currently has no funds to participate in bigger events. Zhou Hang's talent is really a pity."

An Feng understands that this team is struggling to survive, and there are not many organizations in China that are interested in them and will sponsor them. Now, he hopes that Zhou Hang will win a good ranking, attract sponsors, or have the opportunity to be seen by other teams. , to participate in more advanced events.

  After Zhou Hang ran a few laps, they started to count the data. Joanna looked at An Feng: "Do you want to go up and try?"

   "I'm not familiar with these." An Feng said that he rarely drives small-displacement RVs, and whether it's a gasoline car or an electric car at home, they all have high power.

  Shang Xiong said: "Racing cars can also learn by analogy, how about showing us a hand?"

   "I'm afraid I can't compare with these drivers." An Feng said.

  Shang Xiong said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, let everyone see what it is like to drive a car with a top electric racing driver, and it will open our eyes."

  An Feng smiled... In the end, respect is worse than obedience.

  He chose Zhou Hang's racing car, sat in and got familiar with the operation. The seat is not suitable because it is adjusted according to the driver's body. An Feng is tall and strong, but it is not a big problem for a few laps. The steering wheel is very simple. It is a three-spoke type with anti-slip treatment. The gear lever is very high and is flush with the steering wheel. To change gears, you only need to move your right hand in parallel.

  After getting acquainted with it, other teams also vacated the track to run a few laps for An Feng.

The first lap is the familiarization stage, the second lap is a little faster, the third lap is full of excitement, the fourth lap everyone runs to a high place to start video recording on their mobile phones, the fifth lap is stunned, the sixth lap is completely convinced, and there is nothing to say Say. The boundary between electric vehicles and gasoline vehicles is not big, the main thing is whether the driver can adapt to the operation.

   After finishing the sixth lap, An Feng returned to the maintenance station and stopped, and everyone surrounded him.

  Shang Xiong said in amazement: "You have broken the track record, and you are two seconds faster."

  An Feng returned the helmet he took off to them, and said modestly: "Maybe the track is relatively simple, it's easy to run, but I'm not used to manual transmission yet."

  The eyes of the people around were as if they had seen a monster, full of disbelief.

   "Is this the top driver?" Someone asked himself, and instantly felt that there was still a big gap between domestic drivers and world-class drivers.

We stayed at the racing track for a whole morning. Everyone still had a lot of questions about An Feng, but they were all asking for advice modestly. Unfortunately, the feeling of the car is very important. An Feng didn't know how to describe the feeling of the human body and the car flowing smoothly, but Zhou Hang seemed to understand I don't understand, but I seem to understand something.

  Considering Joanna's mood, An Feng did not continue to stay.

   "Don't continue?" Joanna asked. Although she felt quite bored, she also felt a little proud when she saw An Feng surrounded by a group of admirers.

   "I said I would accompany you." An Feng said.

"Don't go, don't go, I'll treat you at noon!" Shang Xiong warmly invited them, "Visitors from afar are rare, so let's go to a game restaurant in the city and spend a lot of money! There are also game such as pheasants and snakes. Mr. An has lived abroad all year round, so he must not be able to Would you like to experience these wild game?"

  An Feng spit after hearing that, there is really no chance abroad, and Joanna is also hungry. Although the food they said was scary, she still nodded. She rarely vetoes her husband's decision when she is away, and it is the same this time. It's also the reason why An Feng feels that his family is good. What more can a husband ask for if he has a wife like this.

  Everyone gets in the car and leaves the race track to go to the restaurant in the city.

A few cars parked in front of a well-decorated restaurant, and there was no reservation, so I chose a place inside, followed Shang Xiong to order some game, and added a few bottles of beer. After the food and wine were served, Shang Xiong specifically said to Zhou Hang : "Racing drivers are only allowed half a glass of beer."

  Zhou Hang swallowed his saliva and silently protested, but it was ineffective.

An Feng raised his wine glass to chat with friends from all walks of life, drank a sip of cool cold beer, and tried pheasant chicken as a side dish. The meat was a little hard, but the taste was good, sweet, and it was delicious without adding too much ingredients. Joanna took a piece: "Try it, a flying chicken."

  Joanna took a bite and nodded: "Sweet, delicious."

   "I knew it." An Feng knew that Westerners tend to have a sweet taste. I looked up to pick up things, and found that everyone was watching, obviously surprised that the foreign girl used chopsticks skillfully.

   "She is my wife, she will definitely use it." An Feng smiled proudly.

  Although we only met a few hours ago, because of the common interest in racing, everyone chatted very well, especially Shang Xiong, a very generous person. Although the meal was quite expensive, he didn't care about it. An Feng is not too polite, it is rare to have delicious food, chicken and snake are very good.

  Joanna was determined not to touch snake meat, but she learned to eat some other things. An hour later, everyone had a full stomach and chatted about the atmosphere. When An Feng asked Zhou Hang what his biggest dream was, he replied: "I hope to participate in a world-class touring car race."

   "WTCC?" An Feng asked.

   "It is too, but I like the one with more horsepower, like the one you play." Zhou Hang said.

   "It depends on talent and physical fitness. It consumes a lot of energy for the driver." An Feng said that after a game, he dehydrates two or three kilograms, and the acceleration can reach up to 3 G. Without physical strength and endurance, it is impossible to play. The current Zhou Hang looks thinner, and his physical fitness is first of all unqualified.

   "I will work hard." Zhou Hang said, as if answering An Feng, but also as if giving himself confidence.

An Feng was moved by his eyes: "Well, if you can finish in the top three in this short-distance event held in the province, I will provide you with sponsorship and support. If you perform better, I can arrange for you to experience it abroad. A better racing environment and even getting you into a GP team."

   "Really?" Shang Xiong was surprised, and everyone else in the room was also moved. You must know that the GP team is quite famous. It is said that it is preparing for a high-level E-GT event, or simply entering FE. In terms of financial resources, there is a giant like GP, which is the strongest.

   "Of course, I'm not joking." An Feng said.

   "This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!" Shang Xiong told Zhou Hang that it is the dream of all drivers to go abroad and participate in world-class races.

  But Zhou Hang hesitated: "I don't speak English..."

   "If you kid can go abroad to participate in the competition, you don't have to worry about it!" Shang Xiong laughed, "It's okay to translate it for you at that time!"

  Zhou Hang looked at An Feng, who represented magic and hope: "I want to participate in the world-class competition, what conditions do I need?"

An Feng thought for a while: "If you can win the short-distance race, I will set up a racing foundation to support you. If you can win the top three in domestic high-level races within three years, I will let the GP team come to compete with you. You negotiated a contract, what do you think?"

"Three years?" Zhou Hang calculated in his mind. Three years later, he will be twenty-two years old, which happens to be the golden age of a racing driver. Generally, it is counted within thirty years. Both physical strength and energy are at the peak stage. Events that consume a lot of money are fully capable of withstanding.

   Shang Xiong is more concerned about the issue of the Racing Foundation.

This was also an impromptu idea of ​​An Feng. With a lot of money in hand, he planned to entrust the establishment of a racing foundation, and use the profits obtained from fund investment to support racing activities and help discover some young drivers with potential, like Zhou Hang. wasted.

   Simply put, it is a foundation for digging out folk seed players.

  For example, there is a fund of several hundred million yuan, with an annual profit of 10 million yuan, which can support many motor sports.

  GP Energy supports sports events in order to increase their popularity. Although they are currently invincible, it does not mean that they will have no competitors in the future. For long-term considerations, they have to expand publicity through various actions and consolidate their dominance in the battery industry.

The GP team is equivalent to a part of the publicity link. As a shareholder of the team, An Feng naturally hopes that the team can find a talented driver like John Cooper. Just refer to the international competitions.

  (end of this chapter)