"Boy, your trick of draining is amazing." In a hot pot restaurant in Nanshan City, Mo Shanhe praised his son.

"Hey, surprise, right? But I'd rather learn your trick of 'vector drift'. Mo Shu stuffed a large piece of mutton into his mouth and said vaguely.

"How? Feeling the joy of drifting down the mountain? Mo Shanhe raised his eyebrows, very proud.

"Well, it's fun..."

Halfway through Mo Shu's words, the mobile phone rang, and the caller showed Xiao Yao's name.

picked up the phone, and listened to Xiao Yao's chatter, Mo Shu didn't even say a whole sentence, just "good, good" and kept responding.

Soon, Xiao Yao hung up the phone, and Mo Shu looked happy, as if something good had happened.

"Haha, two good news, first, my value may rise, and second, the publicity effect of our downhill race is amazing!" Mo Shu tried his best to control his excited volume.

"That's great, let's hear it!" The other three spoke in unison.

It turned out that the episode recorded by Mo Shu was broadcast.

And Mo Shu's commendable performance was even more successful in attracting countless fans for him at the moment when the show was broadcast.

When the show reached the most critical moment, follopd Xiaolian, who had been staring at the show's official Weibo all night, was even more surprised to find that netizens were full of praise for Mo Shu.

Except for the group of netizens who were already fans of Mo Shu and the gods team before.

Lin Beauty's fan group was also born at the same time, cheering for Mo Shu's indomitable spirit.

Everyone said that no one knew why such a sports star with exquisite skills, noble morality, and good looks knew before.

In today's self-media era, how powerful netizens are can no longer be described in a few simple words.

As long as there are enough people, netizens can ruin a celebrity in minutes, and at the same time, they can also make an unknown ordinary person on fire in minutes.

Thinking about Mo Shu's debut, if it weren't for the group of fans of the "Disciple of the Gods" who had always supported Mo Shu.

His self-confidence on the Internet is likely to have been almost destroyed by public opinion.

Now, at last, the "disciples of the gods" no longer have to fight against each other, and they are cheering for their idols.

Another good thing is that the entire promotional plan for the Genting Peak Downhill has been fully introduced.

This credit is due to Wang Yu and Xiao Yao, the director of Nanshan Satellite TV.

Although the publicity time is very tight, after the coordination of Wang Yu and Xiao Yao, coupled with the overwhelming bombardment of various publicity channels, the news of the launch of the Genting Peak Downhill Race has actually produced a phenomenal effect on the Internet.

Not only the Chinese domestic car world, but also the entire international car world have expressed their congratulations and attention to this upcoming event.

Because Wang Yu has not yet opened the link and contact information of the registration channel.

So all the calls and letters rushed to Xiao Yao's work mailbox.

Don't look at Xiao Yao, the TV director, who is usually quite trendy, but after all, he is over middle age, and he is quite unfamiliar with the use of digital products, and he can't even find the push switch in the mobile phone settings, and as a result, the new letter notification in the email address almost didn't blow up his mobile phone.

Basically, since the afternoon, Xiao Yao's mobile phone has not stopped, and finally asked a little girl from a unit to help, and Xiao Yao successfully turned off the notification push of the mobile phone mailbox app.

Xiao Yao, who finally regained his composure, remembered to call Mo Shu and tell the person concerned in detail about the incredible things that happened that day.

After listening to Mo Shu's introduction, Wang Yu's face couldn't help but overflow with a bit of ecstasy.

As soon as he slapped the table, Wang Yu ran to make a phone call, and he wanted to arrange all the departments in the company about the Genting Peak Downhill Race to work in the fastest time.

You must know that the heat sometimes comes and goes quickly, and the opportunity must not be lost, and it will not come again.

Looking at Wang Yu and Mo Shu, who were beaten like chicken blood, Mo Shanhe was very happy.

However, he still did not forget to tell his son, "People are afraid of being famous, pigs are afraid of being strong, don't be complacent about the little achievements in front of you, the most important thing is to do a good job in the event, and at the same time refine your driving skills, and be a public figure who is both famous and virtuous." ”

Mo Shu hurriedly responded, "Okay, yes, yes, yes." ”

Mo Shanhe also said, "At the same time, we must not forget to appeal to the public, racing is racing, driving is driving, we must make it clear to everyone that we must abide by traffic rules when driving in the city, and post more traffic safety slogans on our Weibo." ”

Mo Shu couldn't stand the birds anymore, and his father always liked to preach so much.

"No problem Dad, I take it to heart, I don't believe I'll recite it to you.

The road connects you and him, and safety is tied to thousands of homes.

Driving without a seatbelt, the bull head and horse face are waiting.

Good medicine is good for disease, and traffic laws are good for action.

How, are these enough? That's how you educate me. ”

When Mo Shanhe heard this, he smacked his mouth and said in disbelief: "I usually have such an old-fashioned school? I can't feel it. ”

"It's not like that, or I can remember it so clearly, usually when I drive out, how can I care about a billboard, a billboard next to each other." Mo Shu seized the opportunity to spit out.

"Oh, well, it's true that my son has taught me a lesson." Mo Shanhe shook his head, as if talking to himself.

Tang Xianxing may have been bored by listening, and suddenly raised his wine glass and said loudly: "Happy today!" Let's have this toast! CelebrateCelebrate! ”

Mo Shanhe immediately resumed his serious expression and said: "Look, you see, those few promotional slogans just now didn't mention drunk driving, so you are energetic, aren't you?" ”

Tang Xianxing hiccuped, pretending to be displeased, and retorted: "Cut~~ Anyway, it's not me driving, if you don't drink, you won't drink, I'll be drunk alone." ”

Talking and chatting and laughing, it was late at night, and Mo Shu sent everyone home one by one, and then drove his father to his house.

At the last moment of the dinner, Mo Shanhe couldn't help but drink a little wine, which would be slightly drunk in the passenger seat.

"Son, Daddy is so proud of you! You're so much better than your dad! Mo Shanhe praised at the top of his voice.

Mo Shu turned his head to look at his father, and his heart was full of emotion.

It looks like my father has been away from racing for decades, and he still thinks about that track.

At least the current situation is not bad, and Mo Shu can be regarded as a son inheriting his father's business.

But after all, my father's own racing desire was delayed by that era, and I can't tell if it's a mixed bag at the moment.

Mo Shu was afraid that saying something wrong would make his father sad and vulnerable, so he pondered for a long time before he began: "Dad, if you don't dislike it, how about being a track engineer for your son in the future?" ”

Mo Shanhe, who was drunk, suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked at Mo Shu, and the corners of his wrinkled eyes were faintly flashing.

The gray-haired father did not speak for a long time, and at last he raised a hand and gently rubbed his son's head a few times.