Because of the rule of not timed races, Mo Shu was promoted early.

The wild horse GT lying in the col has begun to burn, and I hope that the "Equatorial Grim Reaper" will not end himself.

At the beginning, the flip is played, and the viewers seem to find it exciting.

But Mo Shu didn't like this way of winning very much, because he secretly felt that the tone of this Cloud Peak Downhill Race was too tragic by his opening battle.

Obviously, his original intention was to hold a racing event.

Why do you want to fight to the death?

Finishing the game alone, Mo Shu returned to the pit room sullenly.

He was not very happy to win, and the father speculated about his son's heart.

"Do you feel like you shouldn't be pushing your opponent out?" Father asked.

"Not really, I just don't think the driver needs to be too serious." Mo Shu responded softly.

"What? Think the Equatorial Reaper is too aggressive? ”

"Well, it's just a game, so you don't risk your life to win."

Mo Shanhe sighed lightly, took a chair and sat next to his son, and lit a cigarette before slowly speaking.

"Winning a game may be easy for you, but you don't know that victory for others may determine the fate of the other party in the future.

Your growth may be under the shadow of certain people and things many times, so you may feel that the cruel battle is still some distance away from you.

But there really is such a group of people in the world, they are not as qualified as you, or rather, not as lucky as you,

Maybe they have faced endless strife since childhood, maybe the cruel life has taught them what competition is,

Therefore, children, don't worry too much, everyone has a different growth path, and it has also created a different philosophy for everyone.

You just need to remember to be yourself, so that you don't regret it, and other people's things are better to be arranged by their own fate. ”

Mo Shu bit his lip and didn't say anything for a long time.

His father's words reminded him of many people and many things.

Geng Hua, Black Mirror, Ai Chixiang.

And the cute and cute Ruth Rhine.

Even though everyone is on the same page.

But some become friends, while others become rivals.

Mo Shu didn't know everyone's past, maybe from the beginning, fate had arranged the end that they were destined to part ways.

And the crown is extinguished.

That inscrutable rebel system, I don't know if he also has a tragic past.

By the way, what about the crown extinguished?

Thinking of this person, Mo Shu suddenly remembered that the other party had not yet reported to the organizing committee.

If it weren't for him, the Genting Peak Downhill Race wouldn't have been held in such a hurry.

Two months of tiring and tiring work, isn't it just to compete with him.

Mo Shu got up and walked out of the pit, he was going to find Wang Yu and ask if the crown was extinguished, and don't meet a turtle with a shrunken head.

When he came to the organizing committee office, Mo Shu found that everyone was busy with the competition, and no one cared about him as a finalist.

"Lao Wang, is the crown extinguished?"

Wang Yu was just about to speak, but the intercom and mobile phone rang at the same time.

"Mr. Wang, an unknown team asked to enter the race car pit area, he said that he knew you, I think I need to ask you, so I haven't let it go yet." Wang Yu chose to answer the mobile phone first, but Mo Shu heard the voice of the staff in the intercom.

"Ask him what's his name?" Mo Shu pinched the intercom call switch and gave instructions.

"Uh~ I'm looking for Mr. Wang, may I ask who you are?" The voice was not the person, which confused the staff.

"I'm Mo Shu, Lao Wang answered the phone, ask what is the name of the boss of the team?"

"Oh! It's Mo God, it's the same, you and Mr. Wang can agree to whoever agrees, wait for me to ask. ”

A convoy, just coming at this time, should be the crown extinguished, Mo Shu was a little nervous and expectant.

"Mo Shen, the head of the team said that their boss's name is Guan Xuan, and he is our participating driver." The staff quickly had an answer.

"Well, there's this guy, let them in."

"Roger!"

Mo Shu put down the intercom and quickly rushed to the floor-to-ceiling window opposite Wang Yu's office, standing here, the racing pit area was unobstructed.

Mo Shu saw that in the direction of the road gate in the maintenance area, a large column of cars was waiting for release.

Mo Shu roughly calculated, there are more than 30 units up.

Why such a big battle? What about racing? As far as the eye can see, it is full of civilian vehicles.

Mo Shu looked behind the queue and found that four large box trucks were lined up at the end of the convoy.

Well, inside that cargo box should be the car of the crown extinguished, it turns out that this uncle is still a local tyrant driver.

The team slowly drove into the pit area, and Mo Shu could see it more clearly.

The convoy was all painted in black, just like a visit by the head of state.

Leading the way is a hard-core off-road modified to have the visual sense of an armored car, with an ultra-high chassis, air pressure shock absorption, and negative wheels that burst out of the body, as if to crush everything that stands in its way.

Followed by an American-made President-brand luxury executive car, Mo Shu can recognize at a glance, this is the highest-priced bulletproof version of the President series, it seems that this crown is really the president.

After more than ten cars, all of them are civilian versions of the German Carbon Sport series, although the car is not as popular as before, but as soon as the door opens, one by one the beautiful women dressed in anger get out of the car, which seems to steal most of the limelight of bulletproof cars.

Looking further back, there is a rest RV, five equipment cars, five staff buses, and then four box goods and another hard off-road.

Mo Shu was happy to see it, and he really doubted that the main purpose of Guan's trip was to race cars or show his wealth.

Unlike Mo Shu, the crews and drivers of the various teams in the pit lane were dumbfounded.

Even the two great gods of the Six Realms Heavenly Venerable were attracted to the outside to look lively.

Which head of state came to congratulate the successful convening of the event? Everyone is looking forward to it.

However, there was no movement in the bulletproof car, but it was three big men who jumped off the hard-core off-road car in the lead.

They lifted the rear compartment and carried out a metal scroll about two meters wide.

Everyone is more curious, what is the situation?

Then I saw the three big men trotting quickly to the bulletproof car, two of them were responsible for rolling the scrolls, and the other was responsible for leveling the white cloth torn out of the scrolls.

I rub! Rug? White carpet?

Too pompous, too showy!

The white carpet was spread all the way to the door of the rest RV, and after the three big men carefully leveled the carpet, the passenger seat of the bulletproof carben jumped out of a young man in black clothes and black pants, and respectfully pulled the car door with his left hand and protected the door frame with his right hand.

"Kick!"

A "noble" leg was the first to step out of the car, and the shiny black leather shoes looked exquisitely made and made of exquisite materials.

The young man in charge of holding the door had a nervous face and pulled the door closer to him.

It's finally time to see the true face of the local tyrant, and many people don't even want to blink their eyes.

"I guess a handsome English gentleman."

"No, I think it's a ruffian young Italian master."

"Hmm~ must be a romantic French aristocrat."

"Come less, if you want me to say, there must be a lewd uncle out of the car."

"Cut, impossible!"

"It's, how is that possible? You have a hatred of the rich. ”

A group of people retorted to the last one to speak.

But people are really right.

When a hunchbacked half-old uncle moved out of the car, the people who were full of expectations before all looked like thunderbolts.

It's unfair, why is beauty and wealth always parallel to the world.