Kicked Out of the Rich Family at the Beginning Chapter 172

"Not high, they are all amateurs," Xiao Bingwen said softly. Because of this, no one thought that there would be problems on this. "There are nine people. Char likes the number nine. Just finish the race successfully."

 Xu Nanjing found three riders with good skills, one of whom was Xiao Guo, whom he trusted most. Xiao Bingwen sent people to watch the other two riders, except Xiao Guo, whom Xu Nanjing trusted the most.

 Even though Charles and Xu Nanjing are brothers, it is not easy to negotiate a business, otherwise Xu Nanjing would not have spent so much money to build a racing venue.

Needless to say, how important it was to accompany Charles, even Xu Nanjing was nervous. He spent so much to improve his level, but at the last moment he was missing one.

Still on the last key number "nine".

Bai Zian closed the app on her phone and slowly moved her wrist, "I can do that."

  Xiao Bingwen was thinking about the possibility of finding a substitute to run a complete lap, when he heard Bai Qian say, "What?"

He looked Bai Qian up and down. Compared to Jiang Fuli, Bai Qian was undoubtedly more reserved. The loose white top she wore always gave her a mysterious artist aura.

So much so that when Bai Qian said this, Xiao Bingwen didn't think of her as a motorcycle at all.

 Inside the house.

Jiang Fuli wore a casual white coat today, and his cold and solemn aura was more obvious. He only looked at Bai Qian, and pursed the corners of his lips: "No."

 Xu Nanjing was also startled by Bai Zian's words: "Sister Bai Zian? This is a motorcycle!"

Not many people dare to participate in this match tonight, otherwise Xu Nanjing would not be so passive.

 He has even thought about bringing on the substitute who can't finish the game.

Although it is not a racing car, the car Xu Nanjing prepared for today also has a displacement of 1,000cc, but its top speed cannot reach the 1,000 of a professional racing car.

 It's inherently dangerous.

Not to mention Jiang Fuli, Xu Nanjing also didn't let Bai Zian get on, and Bai Zian didn't look like he could ride a motorcycle.

 Bai Qian nodded, "I know, I can ride."

The timing was wrong, but Bai Zian said she could ride a motorcycle, and Xu Nanjing was extremely surprised. "I'll take you to play next time, forget it today. This is not a joke."

Moreover, Xu Nanjing did not dare to look back at Jiang Fuli beside him. He felt that the cold air on Mr. Jiang's body was almost leaking out.

 Real racing is a game for knights, they are not afraid of death.

Xu Nanjing is a true car lover and knows the dangers involved.

"Aren't you looking for someone who is familiar with this winding mountain road?" Bai Zian looked at the track outside and made a rough estimate, "I have run more than a hundred laps on this road, and I can finish it with my eyes closed. "

 Jiang Fuli's face was very serious, "When did you run away?"

“I ran a lot at the beginning,” Bai Zian knew who was really in charge among them. “Now I'm almost all studying. I'll try my best to pay attention. It just so happens that I haven't run for a long time.”

"After all," Bai Zian retracted his gaze, turning his dark eyes to Jiang Fuli, his voice almost invisible: "...I cherish my life now."

Jiang Fuli just stood in front of her, because he knew Xu Nanjing liked motorcycles.

 As a layman, all he feels is danger. At that speed, one mistake is irreversible.

 He looked at Bai Zian steadily and said, "Pay attention to safety."

Xu Nanjing originally thought that Jiang Fuli was the one who was the most determined to stop Bai Qian. Unexpectedly, in the end, Jiang Fuli was the most conniving one.

"Nan Jing," Xiao Bingwen looked very uneasy as he watched Bai Zian go to change clothes and get a helmet, "are you really okay?"

Xu Nanjing took out a cigarette and looked at Jiang Fuli in front of him. It was rare for him to feel relaxed, "I don't know."

If Bai Qian hadn't said it himself today, he wouldn't have known that the other party knew how to ride a motorcycle.

 Downstairs.

 Starting track.

 7:25.

 Xu Nanjing went downstairs to entertain Char, who was a foreigner with chestnut hair and dark brown eyes. Xu Nanjing communicated with him fluently in English, "Sorry, there is something wrong with our people. We will be here right away."

Char held champagne in one hand. He squinted at Xu Nanjing for a while and said, "Okay."

Xu Nanjing observed Char's expression, and her heart sank slightly. It seemed that someone had already told Char about this matter in advance.

 There are eight locomotives in front, orange, fire red, ice blue...

 There was a person standing next to each locomotive.

In the cheering crowd, a man wearing a fisherman's hat pressed the headset on his ear and lowered his head, "They are not on the bench."

 On the other side of the headset, Jiangjing.

The middle-aged man put his cell phone outside, and Xu Jueming played with the bird in the cage. After listening to the report of the person on the other side of the cell phone, he said with unclear meaning, "It's a pity, that Mr. Charles is destined to be disappointed."

 “Mr. Char is not the only one who is disappointed.” The middle-aged man hung up the phone.

"Yes," Xu Jueming smiled slightly, "My respected father will announce his next successor at his birthday party. I don't know what he will think tomorrow."

Mr. Xu can still live for a few more years, skipping Xu Juming and Xu Jueling, and is only optimistic about Xu Nanjing.

 The middle-aged man lowered his head, "Second Master, I asked my son to come back. You see..."

"Don't worry," Xu Jueming took off the birdcage and glanced at him, "The benefits will be yours. Pack your things and go to the product department tomorrow."

He was playing with the birds while walking back along the corridor.

After everyone left, someone next to the middle-aged man asked cautiously, "Manager Guo, aren't you offending the Third Young Master by doing this..."

Everyone knows that Xu Nanjing is in good shape now.

If it weren't for his motorcycle, Guo Huai might not even have the chance to meet Xu Nanjing.

"Third Young Master?" The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes slightly, "Guo Huai has been following him for eight years. What has he gained besides being a racing driver? I have been in the Xu family for so many years, but I have not been promoted. Even if I don't offend him, People like him won't take us seriously, so it's better to just go all out.”

 This is the opportunity that I have been waiting for for eight years. "And..." The middle-aged man said this with a smile on his face: "After today... the third young master will also be lowered in the Xu family. Whether the Xu family belongs to the second master or the third young master is still unknown. "

 He seems to have seen his own great wealth in the future.

 7:27.

 First floor.

 Jiang Fuli also came down and looked at the big screen. From this angle, he could only chase the shots of the big screen later.

Beside him, Xiao Bingwen still felt like he was in a dream. He hesitated and said to Xu Nanjing, "Is she really okay?"

 Xu Nanjing paid attention to Char's movements and shook his head, "I don't know, Char already knows."

"What?" Xiao Bingwen pursed his lips and realized that his voice was too high. He lowered his voice, "Then is there no hope today?"

“99%.” Xu Nanjing looked at the track and pretended to be relaxed.

 There is still 1% in Bai Zian.

“Brother Jiang,” Xu Nanjing asked Jiang Fuli, “have you never seen her sports car?”

Jiang Fuli didn't look too good either, and only nodded slightly.

Xu Nanjing also became worried now.

The roar of the engine sounded, and a black motorcycle drove out of the garage. The person on the motorcycle was wearing a white and black motorcycle suit and a black helmet, which was not very close-fitting. Her upper body was slightly leaning forward, and her legs were supporting the fuel tank casually.

 Finally, it suddenly stopped at the starting point.

Xu Nanjing was stunned. It looked like he could really corner and race.

 Because the last one appeared, the camera gave her a close-up.

She was still wearing a helmet, her legs were loosely supported on the ground, and her upper body was leaning forward very relaxedly. Although her movements were obviously very loose, they were inexplicably powerful.

 The camera stopped on her beautiful dark eyes—

"I am not wrong, right?"

 “Female rider?”

 “Who is this man? Have you heard of him?”

 This is the first time I saw a female rider on such an occasion, and people in the audience were talking a lot.

Xu Nanjing was tense in her heart, and said to Charles with a smile, "This is my sister, she has just learned."

"Your sister?" Charlie was surprised, and then gave Xu Nanjing some expressions. He could see that Bai Zian was not a novice, nor was Xu Nanjing someone who temporarily found someone to deal with him: "Then this is too cool!"

"Maybe he didn't behave well," Xu Nanjing observed Char's expression, and finally smiled, "Don't mind."

Watching the red flag fall, Bai Zian squeezed the front brake with his hand, pressed down the shock absorber, engaged the clutch, put the car into gear, and increased the speed.

  “3, 2, 1—”

 When the light comes on, just press the accelerator and go out!

 She is actually not very fast. The red motorcycle in front of her was the first to squeeze into the corner, and the white motorcycle stepped on the accelerator to pass between the second and third places.

The voice of the commentator was also very exciting, "We see that the black car is currently in fourth place, very stable, and the yellow car completely blocks her lane!"

“The competition between first and second place is getting fierce, and we see that the white car is about to overtake us!”

The curve at the starting line was not big, and Bai Qian maintained a moderate speed.

Until the first left curve, Bai Zian always walked on the middle line when running this road, because there may be cars on this mountain road at night, and walking on this line has a good view.

It was the same at this time. When he turned left, Bai Qian's eyes were focused, and he leaned forward to reduce the resistance of the wind. He pushed forward slightly with his left hand, and the car body instantly tilted to the left, forming an angle with the ground!

 Having studied physics, Bai Zian naturally understands it.

 If you go fast enough, you can go lower in this corner.

The camera just switched to her. At high speed, her car body was almost a phantom. She couldn't see her whole body clearly. All she knew was that the angle between the car body and the ground was very small. The ground almost touched her clothes.

 The crowd exclaimed from time to time.

 The entire track has a total of fifteen turns.

The process took less than twenty minutes. Bai Zian was so familiar with this road that, as she said, she could finish it with her eyes closed.

“Quick, let's look at the black car. In the last two corners, is she going to overtake third place?” The commentator was full of passion!

 The last two corners.

 The left curve plus the right curve is the largest and most difficult section of the entire track.

If you don't control it well, you will fall or drift out. The three people in front also tried their best to brake and control the speed. Only Bai Zian did not change the speed at this time. She leaned her heels on the fender and adjusted her posture to control the center of gravity of the car.

 The black motorcycle was like a nimble war horse under her hands, tilting and bending, leaving sparks of fire on the outer circle of the track!

 “Look, she has surpassed the one in front!”

 “Let's see if she can keep third place!”

 In the last lap, the camera finally focused on her.

With the sharp sound of tires scratching the ground, the red car stopped at the finish line. Immediately afterwards, the black car rolled over the corner and overtook the yellow motorcycle that was originally in second place, and stopped at the finish line with a "sting-" sound.

 On the big screen, the fierce war has made people have no time to look at the people behind.

Everyone only saw the black car parked next to the red car. The person sitting in the car was wearing a white and black racing suit. She casually held the cold-colored front of the car with one hand, took off the helmet on her head with the other hand, and supported her long legs on the ground.

The long black hair was half-tied back by a hair rope. The white light was shining down diagonally. The broken hair was blown by the wind. The black hair was a little messy and covered with light yellow fluorescence. Her cold eyes looked at the camera inadvertently. , loose and wild.

  It is the unruliness engraved in the bones.

Chapter end