48 Hours a Day

“What happened to my car?” Zhang Heng asks, "In 1983, the first car of SAC and Volkswagen Germany was Santana, offline by CKD, with a length of 4546 mm, a width of 1710 mm, a height of 1427 mm, a weight of 1100 kg, an axial distance of 2548 mm, and a 1.6L four-cylinder engine with a maximum power of 87 hp. ”

The girl with the duck tongue hat was turned dizzy by a bunch of numbers. She didn't know about the car, but she also knew that some of the old cars were also valuable, and she couldn't help but salute them. "Is this the first downline joint venture? ”

“No, I started production in Santana in 3000, '04. ”

“... what are you talking about in the '80s?” The girl with the duck tongue hat has a sense of being fooled and her tone has become unfair.

“Just to tell you not to underestimate Santana.” Zhang Hengdao.

“Oh, you can buy at least ten of your shitty cars here tonight, little brother.” The duck hat girl sarcastically.

“Really? But unfortunately none of them will make it to my Santana.” Zhang Hengshi's colour remains unchanged.

“You think you're AE86?” On the other side, a tattooed man in a supremeT shirt opened his mouth.

His words once again gave rise to a laugh.

When the laughter went down, the young man who smoked on 9/11 said again, “Okay, that's it for the joke, then he looked at Zhang Heng and warned,“ You better get out of here. ”

“We haven't competed yet. ”

“We don't know and don't know the details of the foreigner race,” the young man smoking on 9/11 whispered, "and we're all gambling money, do you have money? ”

“How many? ”

“Thirty thousand dollars, the winner eats. ”

“I don't have the money, but I can mortgage it by car.” Zhang Hengdao.

The young man who smoked on 9/11 shook his head, “Your car is not worth $30,000, up to $10,000, and you stole it from your house, is it your father's or your grandfather's? They woke up in the morning and found out the car was gone. How do you get your mother to work? ”

His words gave rise to yet another laugh.

“So this is all I can win.” Zhang Hengdao.

“Number one, you can't win. Second... like I said, you can't even pay the entrance fee," The young man on 9/11 played the soot with his fingertips, “go home, it's for your own good. ”

Who knew the zero before then said, “I can help him with the money first. ”

“Hmm?”

The girl with the duck tongue hat after zero shook her chin, “Why, I want to see him driving his Santana and racing with us, it should be fun, I have a collection company at home to make sure he doesn't lose it after that. ”

“Don't bother, since you're in our circle, follow my rules,” frowned the young man who smoked on 9/11, “I told you, we don't and don't know the details of outsider racing. ”

I can see that he does have a lot of influence in this group. After opening the zero, although he still has a bit of clarity on his face, he definitely doesn't say anything anymore.

“Lucky for you, get out of here with your fucking car.” The tattooed man in the supremeT shirt made a shooting move at Zhang Heng.

But what everyone expected, the guy who drove the public, instead of leaving, put out the fire, pulled out the keys and parked the car completely on the side of the road, "I'm sorry, I can't go yet, because I suddenly realized that I seem to like this place a little bit, and I'm going to stay here a little longer. Maybe I should come around here every night afterwards to see if there's a car race. ”

“Don't you want to eat a toast?" The young man on 9/11 looked down, “You seem to have misunderstood something. Do you really think we can't handle it and don't dare touch you? I don't want to cause trouble just because I'm in trouble, not because I'm upset. ”

After he finished, all the people at the Car Club were surrounded, and others took wrenches and portable fire extinguishers out of the trunk, waiting for the young man on 9/11 to jump to the crash when he gave the order.

They were all bold in the day of the week, except for the Lord, who was not in turmoil, who had long since seen Zhang Heng.

“I give you one last chance to disappear from my sight in a minute. ”

The young man on 9/11 gave Zhang Heng an ultimatum.

Zhang Heng looked at the people around his eyes who were ready to rush up, and he looked at the young people on 9/11. "So you'd rather fight me than take a good run. So, are you guys a car club or a fight club? ”

“Okay.” The young man on 9/11 seemed to be amused by Zhang Heng's insistent, lifeless racing request, throwing the cigarette butt out of his hand, coming down from the hood, "You want a racing car, then you and I will fight each other, if we lose, I don't want your money and rotten car, just climb around the ground, and then don't show up in front of me again. ”

Who knows this time Zhang Heng rumored and shook his head. “It's not the two of us, it's all of us together, people are a little more lively. ”

The young man was finally provoked. He took a deep look at Zhang Heng and stopped talking nonsense. It was just cold air, "Okay, you're in charge, little K, tell him the rules. ”

A girl with a petite body but no small breasts walked up to Zhang Heng and showed a sweet smile, "The rules are simple. When the drivers are ready, I will announce the start of the game and then start from here. Whatever the way, the first person to the finish line is the final winner. How is it fair? ”

“Where's the finish line?” Zhang Heng asked.

“You know the stadium clusters in the new district, where the swimming pool's Simon is the end of the race.” Little K Road.

By the time the two of them talked, there were already four cars carrying the girls to the west entrance of the swimming pool. They didn't want to participate in the competition. Zhang Heng didn't have to. There were eight cars left, which would be 240,000 yuan each.

Enough to cover the cost of this copy of him.

Of course, if he wins this race.

The girl with the duck tongue hat was right to say that even the cheapest car in the room could buy dozens of used Santana 3000, not to mention that the leading young man's 911 was a real sports car, speeding up 100 kilometers by just 3.9 seconds. Both power and maneuverability have ended the Santana 3000.

Moreover, Zhang Hengke has not had time to change the car, because the car belongs to Grandpa, and he cannot do it without the consent of the original owner. Otherwise, Grandpa will step on the throttle and what if his heart jumps out?

But there is also some good news. Zhang Heng moved out of the Gaode map and looked at the route. He found that this is not the kind of race track that runs down the road. Considering that many parts of the new area are only half built, the road surface situation is quite complicated, and the requirements for driving technology will be quite high.

Besides, the young man who led the 9/11 didn't seem to want to take advantage of him, this time choosing a route that no one had ever run before, sort of standing on the same runway.