Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

When the competition of the AB group was over, Yi Binghua smiled like a chrysanthemum, and he cupped his fists to accept the congratulations from the front, back, left, and right.

And he deliberately turned his head and smiled at Wan Feng like a demonstration, as if he didn't see it, this is strength.

"Congratulations, Boss Yi! The Goodyear Off-Roader team is really strong." Wan Feng congratulated the other party with a smile.

At his level, it would be petty not to talk to the other party, no matter how awkward he is in his heart, he will still fool around with the other party with a smile on his face.

"I heard that your blue ocean team's car will be on the stage soon? I hope your blue ocean team can have a car to enter tomorrow's final."

"Haha! I borrowed Ji Yan from the clothes boss, so we must have a car from Lan Hai's car that will enter tomorrow's finals."

"Hmph! Then we'll wait and see." Yi Binghua snorted, this stick, I'm being polite, you really don't take it seriously.

The first group of preliminaries for the manufacturer's cup gasoline group began. The result of the draw was that the two unknown drivers of Lan Hai who participated in the manufacturer's cup were in the first group, and Lu Ningjun's car was in the second group.

Four or five minutes later, the result of the race made Yi Binghua laugh out loud. The two drivers of the Blue Ocean team were the fourth and fifth placers in this group, and the time was about five minutes.

This is the result of the Tule team having a mechanical failure and retiring from the race. Otherwise, the two drivers of the Blue Ocean team would be the penultimate and second last in this group of preliminaries.

"Hahaha! What is the owner of the blue ocean team called? Is your team's drivers at this level? How dare you run out of shame at this level?" Yi Binghua turned his head and mocked Wan Feng loudly.

Wan Feng didn't take it seriously at all, instead he was elated: "What's the shame? At least we finished the race! Isn't that an achievement?"

Yi Binghua was tired, what kind of achievement was finishing a game?

This kind of track racer will finish the race if he is careful.

This is Yi Binghua's idea, not Wan Feng's idea.

Except for Lu Ningjun, it was the first time for the drivers of the Nanwan team to participate in a competition of this scale, and nervousness was inevitable.

Once nervous, it will cause the brain to heat up and deform, and it is normal to not be able to perform at the level.

The simulated results of these two drivers are both in the four minutes and ten seconds. If it is not for abnormal performance, it is still possible to run beyond the usual time and enter the final.

However, it was the first time for him to participate in an official race and finish the race completely without losing the chain. Wan Feng thought it was a success.

"There is only one player left in your gasoline group. If this player falls behind again, you will be wiped out in the gasoline group."

"Hey! Mr. Yi! We won't be completely wiped out in the gasoline group. How about a bet?"

"What's blocked?"

"Let me gamble?"

"How much is blocked?"

"Little Liu, how about a million?"

Yi Binghua was taken aback, a million dollars is a yo-yo? Who are you paralyzed?

"Gambling is not allowed, the rules do not allow it!"

If it's just the two of them behind the scenes, Yi Binghua is really not afraid to gamble with this guy, he thinks the other party is sending him money.

But on the rostrum, he can't take the call. This guy is not afraid of people when he says this, and several people around him have heard it.

Bad influence.

"Since gambling is not good, how about a meal? How much does a meal at the most expensive restaurant in Beijing cost?"

"Tens of thousands of dollars."

"It's only so little money!" Wan Feng sighed.

Yi Binghua's nose was almost out of breath, and today he met a pretender.

Tens of thousands of dollars for a meal is called such a small amount of money?

"How about Mr. Yi, how about we have five meals? How about this Patek Emerald on your wrist? It's not bad, how about putting it on?"

Yi Binghua's watch is estimated to cost tens of thousands of yuan, and Wan Feng is going to win it for him, saving him from constantly checking the time when he has nothing to do.

Bullying me for not wearing a watch!

When I go back, I will buy it too...

Not buying! It's too uncomfortable to wear a watch, so I don't suffer from it.

"Oh! It's not easy! You even know Patek Philippe?"

"Hehe! What's the matter! My son's toy has a piece of this.

"

Patek Philippe as a toy for your son?

Yi Binghua confirmed that he had met someone who could brag about the dead, and his level of bragging was even stronger than that of Ah San.

At this time, the second group of the gasoline group was ready to start.

"Boss Yi! Do you want to bet or not? Seeing how petty you are, just bet on the most expensive meal at the most expensive restaurant in Beijing. If you gamble too much, you may not be able to lose."

"Just bet, don't you just have a meal?"

The other party really bet Wan Feng but was dumbfounded.

This idiot doesn't even know who is in his team, does he? The next one to appear is Lu Ningjun!

Even Lu Ningjun in his own team doesn't know about this guy, so how dare he brag about it?

Lu Ningjun is the No. 58 car. From the beginning of the start, he followed a driver of the Goodyear Off-Roader Team 1 without hesitation. He was one position behind his opponent from the beginning to the end, and finally passed the finish line in second place.

Yi Binghua's face was like a pig's liver that had been frozen purple by the northwest wind.

"Mr. Yi! Do you think our No. 58 car can enter the final?"

According to regulations, the top three of the two groups will enter tomorrow's finals. Wan Feng knew this.

Yi Binghua didn't answer, and wondered, there is such a driver in the blue ocean team? Who is this?

"Mr. Yi! Next is the preliminaries for the diesel group. Shall we gamble again?"

Anyway, he has already won a game, and he won't lose much if he loses. If he wins another game, Yi Binghua will probably die of nausea.

To be able to disgust the opponent Wanfeng, of course he must spare no effort to push.

Although he doesn't care much about other people's opinions when he reaches his status, he doesn't mind being disgusted by those who despise him.

It's not murder, he's still willing to watch the disgusting opponent.

This time Yi Binghua didn't dare to agree right away, although tens of thousands of dollars for one meal is not much, but three meals or two are still very painful.

"Who is the driver of your No. 58 car?"

"Hehe! Mr. Yi! You dare to bet with me without knowing who is in my team. You are not wronged. But I won't tell you. Go back and ask the manager of your team, and he will tell you Yes, he must know."

Doesn't that surnamed Tang like to pick things up, and I also cause you some trouble, so he doesn't believe that Yi Binghua will turn around and not cut that surnamed Tang.

Thinking of this, Wan Feng felt at ease.

Guan Dahai, the first group of diesel Nanwan team, set off.

From the moment the car started, this car's No. 55 car ran wildly in front of it as if it had been injected with chicken shit... like chicken blood.

Wan Feng's good mood just started to turn bad, and he was choked with anger.

This bastard, this is the preliminaries, okay? Is it useful for you to run so fast? Isn't that showing your strength?

Although the results in the preliminaries are good, they will get a good starting position in the final.

However, the starting positions of cross-country races are only four or five meters apart, which is basically negligible.

If possible, Wan Feng would like to kick Guan Haihai unconsciously with a flying kick.

Although Dahai ran to the finish line in 4:01.89, this guy was as happy as a ripe kiwi, but he didn't know that his boss was so angry that his ears were smoking.

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