"What's wrong with my car?" Zhang Heng asked, "In 1983, the first joint venture between SAIC and Volkswagen was the Santana, which rolled off the production line through CKD. 1100kg, wheelbase 2548 mm, equipped with a 1.6L four-cylinder engine with a maximum power of 87 horsepower."
The girl in the peaked cap was dazzled by a bunch of numbers. She didn't understand cars, but she also knew that some classic cars were also very valuable. Hearing this, she couldn't help but be in awe, "Is your car the first batch of joint venture cars to roll off the assembly line?"
"No, this is Santana 3000, which was produced in 2004."
"...Then why are you talking about the 1980s?" The girl in the peaked cap felt like being played by someone, and her tone became unfriendly.
"Just to tell you not to underestimate Santana." Zhang Heng said.
"Heh, any car here tonight can buy at least ten of your broken cars, little brother." The girl in the peaked cap sarcastically said.
"Really? But it's a pity that none of them can outrun my Santana." Zhang Heng's expression did not change.
"The tone is loud, do you think you are ae86?" A tattooed man wearing a Supreme T-shirt on the other side asked.
His words elicited another round of laughter.
When the laughter subsided, the young man smoking on 911 said again, "Okay, that's the end of the joke." Then he looked at Zhang Heng and warned, "You'd better leave quickly. "
"We haven't compared yet."
"We don't race with outsiders who don't know the details," the young man smoking on the 911 said lightly, "and we all gamble for money, do you have money?"
"How many handfuls?"
"For 30,000 yuan, the winner takes all."
"I don't have any money, but I can use my car as collateral," Zhang Heng said.
The young man smoking on 911 shook his head, "Your car is not worth 30,000 yuan, at most 10,000 yuan, and you stole this car from home, right? Is it your father's or your grandpa's? They woke up in the morning and found The car is gone, how can you send your mother to work?"
His words caused another round of laughter.
"So, I can only win this one." Zhang Heng said.
"First, you can't win. Second... like I said, you can't even pay the entry fee," the young man on 911 flicked the ash on his fingertips, "Go home, this is for you good."
Unexpectedly, at this time, Ling Linghou, who was in his early years, said again, "I can help him with the money first."
"Um?"
Linghou hugged the girl in the peaked cap and raised his chin, "Why, I think it would be interesting to see him race with us in his Santana. My family has a debt collection company, and I guarantee that he will not be able to afford it later. "
"Don't cause trouble. Since you joined our circle, you must abide by the rules I set." The young man smoking on the 911 frowned, "I said, we don't race with outsiders who don't know the details."
It can be seen that he is indeed quite influential in this group of people. Although the Linghou still had a bit of resentment on his face when he spoke, he really didn't say anything.
"You're lucky, drive your broken car and get out." The tattooed man in a supreme T-shirt shot Zhang Heng.
However, to everyone's surprise, the guy who drove the Volkswagen didn't leave after hearing the words, but turned off the engine, pulled out the key, and completely parked the car on the side of the road, "Sorry, I can't go yet, because I suddenly found myself It seems that I like this place a little bit, and I plan to stay here for a while. Maybe I should come here every night after that to see if there is a car race."
"Don't you want to drink a toast?" The young man on 911's face darkened, "You seem to have misunderstood something. You really think we can't do anything about you and dare not touch you. I don't want to cause trouble just because I think it's troublesome. It’s not because of injustice.”
After he finished speaking, those people from the modified car club surrounded him, and some people took out a wrench and a portable fire extinguisher from the trunk, waiting for the young man on the 911 to smash the car eagerly.
They are usually bold and fearless, and they are afraid that the world will not be chaotic. They have long seen Zhang Heng unhappy.
"I'll give you one last chance to disappear from my sight in one minute."
The young people on 911 issued an ultimatum to Zhang Heng.
Zhang Heng glanced at the people around who were ready to rush up at any time, and then at the young people on the 911, "So you would rather fight with me than run around in a dignified manner. Are you a modified car club or a fighter?" club?"
"Okay." The young man on the 911 seemed to be amused by Zhang Heng's unremitting racing demands, threw the cigarette butt in his hand, and got down from the hood, "If you want to go racing, then let's compete If you lose, I don’t want your money and bad car, just crawl around the ground and don’t show up in front of me again.”
Unexpectedly, this time Zhang Heng shook his head again when he heard the words, "It's not the two of us, it's everyone together, the more people there are, the more lively it is."
The young man was finally irritated. He took a deep look at Zhang Heng, and stopped talking nonsense, but said coldly, "Okay, you have the final say, little K, tell him the rules."
A girl with a petite figure but not a small chest walked up to Zhang Heng, showing a sweet smile, "The rules are very simple. When you are ready, the drivers will take their positions. I will announce the start of the race and start from here." , no matter what method is used, the person who reaches the finish line first is the final winner, so it’s fair, right?”
"Where is the end?" Zhang Heng asked.
"You know the gymnasiums in the new area, right? The west gate of the swimming pool is the end of this competition." Little K said.
When the two were chatting, there were already four cars carrying girls to the west gate of the swimming pool. None of them wanted to participate in this competition, and Zhang Heng didn't force it. There were still 8 cars left. Ten thousand dollars.
Enough for his dungeon expenses.
Of course, the premise is that he can win the car.
The girl in the cap was right in saying that even the cheapest car present could buy dozens of second-hand Santana 3000s, not to mention the 911 of the leading young man is a veritable sports car, and it only takes 3.9 seconds to accelerate from 100 kilometers to 100 kilometers. Regardless of power or handling, the Santana 3000 is perfect.
And this time, Zhang Heng didn't have time to change the car, because the car belonged to his grandfather, and it was impossible for him to do it without the original owner's consent. Otherwise, if the grandfather stepped on the gas pedal, what if his heart jumped out.
But there is some good news. Zhang Heng pulled out the Gaode map to look at the route, and found that this is not the kind of track that runs to the end. Considering that many places in the new area are only half built, the road conditions are quite complicated. For The requirements for driving skills will be relatively high.
In addition, the young man who drove the 911 in the lead didn't seem to want to take advantage of him. This time he chose a route that no one else had run before, so he was on the same starting line.