F1 racing can be described as the highest level of racing in motorsports, and its operation difficulty is also the highest. In F1, it's about the route, not the drift.

Yan Murong only occasionally watched this car on TV and thought it was fast, so driven by curiosity, he chose such a car to compete with Toshiaki Mitsui.

Hearing Yan Murong's question, Mitsui Junming wanted to scold, but when he turned his head and thought about it, he took the initiative to propose this competition in order to maintain the so-called dignity of the Mitsui family, and he didn't care how people responded - however, he was extremely confident in his skills.

A certain predecessor in their country once drove a broken car to deliver tofu and outperformed those high-end sports cars that cost millions at every turn.

"This car only has two pedals, the right foot throttle, the left foot brake, the gear paddles are under the steering wheel, the right is to upshift, the left is to downshift, in addition, the clutch is also behind the steering wheel, which is only used when starting, don't use it when you are in gear, understand?" An engineer in a racing suit carefully told Yan Murong how to drive this F1 car, Yan Murong also listened to it in a fog, it was not good to operate it was quite simple, and after listening to it for a while, he understood it.

"Understood." Yan Murong nodded and said.

"Okay." The engineer pointed to the two buttons on the steering wheel and said. "These two buttons, one is the KERS switch, the other is the DRS switch - KERS refers to the power recovery system, when the green grid above is fully charged, you can press this button to increase the power output to accelerate the car, DRS is the movable rear wing, you can use the reduction of air resistance to overtake by opening the rear wing slice."

"Okay, got it." Yan Murong looked at it for a long time, and finally nodded, indicating that he had understood.

"Good luck then." The engineer took the initiative to stretch out his hand, shook it with Yan Murong, and said suddenly. "Remember, don't drift around corners, it's easy to lock the front wheels and the car will get out of control."

Soon, Yan Murong changed into a racing suit and sat in the car with a helmet, and the engineer also started the engine for him. The crowd of onlookers let out a burst of excited screams when Yan Murong drove the car to the starting line.

Yes, they're excited, they're crazy, they've been racing for so many years and they've never seen anyone flying on the road with someone else in F1.

"Come on, handsome guy, you are the king of cars in my heart."

"That's it, the handsome guy has to work hard, kill the island country cabinet, and lose all the pants that the island country devil won."

"Hey, pretty boy, this car was driven by Schumacher, if you can't win, it's too embarrassing."

The shouts and whistles also came in with the start of the car, making Yan Murong sigh that this group of people was really enthusiastic enough, but the sentence of killing the devil of the island country also made him very excited - he didn't catch up with his grandfather in that era, but now it's not bad to win glory in another way.

"Are you okay?" Dong Wuyan squatted beside the car, looking at Yan Murong with a slightly worried face.

"You have to believe your man." Yan Murong pushed open the windshield on his helmet and said with a smile. "There's a kind of person in this world who is called a genius -- and I'm that kind of person."

"Be careful." Dong Wuyan was not amused by Yan Murong's joke, but stared at his eyes seriously for a while before spitting out these two words of concern.

On the other side, Toshiaki Mitsui was already sitting in the car, the car was already running on the engine, and from time to time he let out a low roar, as if he was provoking Yan Murong.

Mitsui Imperial Sakura was lying on the window, still persuading Mitsui Toshiaki with a worried face, but Mitsui Toshiaki was determined to protect his bullshit family honor, so he directly pushed Mitsui Imperial Sakura aside, and then closed the car window.

"Two, this road, run all the way to the airport, and then run back from the other reverse lane, whoever arrives first is the winner, do you understand?" The young man who was talking to Dong Wuyan before stood in front of the two-person car and shouted loudly to the two. After the two of them nodded their heads, they made a gesture of waiting, then ran to the side of the road, picked up a megaphone, and shouted loudly for people to start betting.

Although the support rate for Yan Murong was very high just now, when it came to the interests of this group of people, this support turned into verbal support, and most people bought Mitsui Toshiakikatsu.

The people here, even if they don't have a car, know a lot about this kind of road racing - although the road conditions of the airport highway are good, they are still not smooth enough compared to F1, and if there is a little stone on the surface of the road, then Yan Murong will definitely lose.

Psychologically, they support Yan Murong. In terms of interests, they support Toshiaki Mitsui.

"Sister Dong, aren't you playing?" The young man looked at Dong Wuyan and asked.

"Are you sure you can pick up my bet?" Dong Wuyan glanced at the other party and asked.

"Hehe, Sister Dong, your subordinates are merciful, I can still do it within 10 million." The young man said with a sneer.

"Okay, 10 million." As he spoke, Dong Wuyan took out the checkbook he was carrying, signed a check for 10 million and handed it to the young man, and said. "I buy my friend to win."

"I'll also buy Yan Murong to win." As soon as Dong Wuyan's words fell, Li Jianhua and Duan Zixuan respectively took out their checkbooks, wrote a check for 10 million and handed it to the young man.

"Then I'll buy Yan Murong to win, otherwise it will really spoil everyone's interest." Bao Zhiyang shrugged his shoulders and signed a check for 10 million.

"And me, and me, and me." Yan Minghua roared hurriedly, turned his head to look at Dong Wuyan and said. "Niece and daughter-in-law, lend me 10 million, I didn't bring any money."

Niece and daughter-in-law? Dong Wuyan was stunned for a moment, and then his cold and handsome face was dyed with a touch of pink, and he answered softly, signed a check and handed it over.

The young man looked at the huge check of 50 million in his hand, and after sending it for a long time, his whole body trembled with excitement. It's made, it's a fortune, 50 million, damn, I can buy a top-of-the-line modified sports car.

Yes, in the eyes of young people, Yan Murong chose to use F1 on the road, and he would definitely lose.

As the bet was finished, a girl in a sexy bikini walked between the two cars, then pulled off the small piece of cloth on her chest, raised her hand and waved it in the air, exposing the two red cherries on her chest to the air, causing a scream and whistle. Yan Murong was also stunned, his two eyes stared directly at the towering woman's chest through the windshield of the helmet, and he swallowed his saliva unconsciously.

The bra was thrown up in a mess, and then, the moment it hit the ground, Toshiaki Mitsui's car let out a roar, and the wheels rolled up a puff of green smoke on the ground before speeding out. And Yan Murong was still staring at the half-naked woman with a stupid look like a pig, and the car didn't move.