I am Han Sanqian

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Han Sanqian came to the stadium, and the Shuyang people were still busy doing final adjustments to the car.

For Shuyang, his nervousness today is comparable to his previous debut. After all, he has not participated in an official competition for several years, and he has been far from this circle. Now he has the opportunity to make a comeback. He doesn't want to be a joke on the track. , And didn't want to disappoint Han Sanqian.

"How do you feel?" Han Sanqian asked Shuyang.

Shuyang was obviously a little too nervous and sweat kept coming out of his forehead.

"Brother Han, don't worry, I will try my best," Shu Yang said.

"Achievements are not important, and your return time is too short. You don't need to put too much pressure on yourself. You can run the whole course safely." Han Sanqian patted Shuyang on the shoulder.

Su Yang suddenly felt that the pressure on his body was relieved a lot. Most people raise drivers in the hope that the drivers can earn face for themselves. Shu Yang, who once lived in this circle, knows what grades mean, and even the cruelest things he has ever seen , There was a driver who had his legs broken on the track because he lost the race.

But Han Sanqian doesn't seem to care about these.

"Brother Han, as long as I have enough time, I will definitely enter the real league." Shuyang said. This idea is shared by all the rich second-generation generations in this arena. Only when they enter the league will they gain face and can also Recognized by the family.

It can be said that this is the ultimate goal of every rich second-generation team.

But Han Sanqian is an exception. The league is meaningless to him. He is just taking this opportunity to pull up a group of hatred and opponents. He can deal with these people for well-known reasons, and then establish his own power in the United States.

It’s just that Shu Yang didn’t know. What he could work hard for was to prove himself on the track.

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself." Han Sanqian said lightly.

There was an influx of spectators in the arena, and soon the stands were filled with people, and there were many fans holding banners. This rich second-generation game seems to have brought about a trend effect.

In the racing project, in addition to the car’s attractive eyeballs, there are also those tall racing girls who can also feast their eyes. A pair of long legs has become the most eye-catching scenery beside the track. It is a pity that they are coquettish, and Can't enter the eyes of Han Sanqian.

After the start of the race, the roar of the engine rang out on the track. For men, this is probably the most beautiful voice in the world except for women. No man can remain calm in front of such a sound, even Han San. Qian also couldn't help standing up.

The low roar, the roar of the breaking wind, the lightning and thunder galloping on the track, the charm of the car is fully reflected at this moment.

"It seems that it is very difficult for Shuyang to get the top three rankings." Qi Yiyun said to Han Sanqian. After leaving the track for too long, Shuyang is obviously not used to this kind of competition, but at the beginning, it was already behind. The others are.

"There is no last place, it's enough. You can't measure him by the previous standard." Han Sanqian said.

"You are magnanimous. After spending so much money, you can't even rank in the ranking." Qi Yiyun said with a sullen mouth.

Han Sanqian cheered up and said, "Although the money is spent, it is not his own, so I don't feel distressed."

"It's really unlucky to have someone like you in Nangong Boling." Qi Yiyun rolled his eyes and said.

"The more I spend, the happier he is. This is not something you can understand as a woman." Han Sanqian said.

"What's the matter with women." Qi Yiyun raised her head and said, "Now women can hold up half of the sky. Don't look down on women."

Han Sanqian looked down unconsciously. After Jing Hong glanced, he quickly moved away, nodding and saying, "I didn't look down on women, I just looked down on you."

Qi Yiyun gritted his teeth with hatred.

At this time, Shuyang's car pitted, which meant that the race was over.

Shuyang, who didn't even squeeze in the top five, slumped his shoulders after getting out of the car, looking very disappointed.

"Brother Han, I'm sorry." When he walked to Han Sanqian, Shu Yang buried his head and said. Although he had expected the result, he didn't expect it to be so bad. During the game, he committed a lot. Shouldn't be wrong.

"I said, I don't care about the results, and today's results will not represent the future, I still believe you." Han Sanqian said.

Shuyang's inner gratitude to Han Sanqian cannot be described in words.

Looking at those celebrating, the No. 44 workshop seemed particularly deserted and lonely, which made Shuyang feel even more sorry for Han Sanqian, and secretly vowed to bring back a good grade for Han Sanqian next time. .

At this time, Fang Shuo's gang had a good reason to show off in front of Han Sanqian, but they had seen Han Sanqian's brutality before, and at this moment they could only hold back their bragging heart, and no one dared. Jump in front of Han Sanqian.

"Fuck! This...who is this!"

"Isn't this Han Tiansheng! How could he come."

"Does he still like racing? He actually went there in person."

A group of rich second generations who celebrated together were amazed after seeing Han Tiansheng show up.

Almost all of them were present at Wu Youfeng's birthday banquet and witnessed Han Tiansheng's strength.

Originally, these people thought that Han Tiansheng was too mythical by the Chinese community, and did not take Han Tiansheng’s things seriously, but after Wu Youfeng’s birthday banquet, no one dared to underestimate Han Tiansheng, and the fear of Han Tiansheng in his heart almost became The shadow.

The birthday banquet delivered the coffin, forcing Wu Youfeng to hang himself. No one has the right to underestimate this shocking thing.

Even Ma Feihao, who was arrogant and boundless on weekdays, became nervous after seeing Han Tiansheng.

Running all the way to Han Tiansheng's side, Ma Feihao shouted tremblingly: "Master Han, I didn't expect you to be interested in racing too. Would you like me to introduce today's champion?"

"You little kid games, why would I take it seriously, thinking that it would save me a lot of face by winning a championship? What a joke." Han Tiansheng said disdainfully, facing anyone, his expression was very straightforward. Bai did not save Ma Feihao any face.

And Ma Feihao didn't dare to refute, he could only nod his head repeatedly, and said: "Old man Han is right, this is just a small game, how can he get into the eyes of Old Man Han?"

Superficial obedience does not mean that Ma Feihao can accept it in his heart. His idea at the moment is to make Han Tiansheng arrogant, and when his uncle comes back, he will naturally have the opportunity to sigh.

"I don't know what Elder Han needs my help?" Ma Feihao asked.

"If I, Han Tiansheng, need the help of a kid like you and spread it out, wouldn't it be a big joke." Han Tiansheng said with a mocking face.

Ma Feihao could not wait to slap himself twice. Knowing that Han Tiansheng had such an attitude, why should he put his face in front of Han Tiansheng and be beaten?

"However, you can follow to see the excitement. It's okay." Han Tiansheng's tone changed quickly, making Ma Feihao confused.

lively?

Is it possible that Han Tiansheng's previous events at Wu Youfeng's birthday banquet were not enough, so does he have to make trouble in the arena?

Which hapless guy was stared at by Han Tiansheng, isn't this a dead end?

When Han Tiansheng walked towards Workshop No. 44, all the rich second generations who watched the excitement followed behind him, and when these people confirmed Han Tiansheng's goal, all of them fell into trouble.

"Brother Hao, Han Tiansheng is going to trouble Han Sanqian, this turtle grandson, I didn't expect even Han Tiansheng to provoke him." Fang Shuo eagerly said, he didn't dare to take revenge himself, but it didn't mean he didn't want to watch it. As Han Sanqian suffered, now Han Tiansheng personally came to trouble Han Sanqian, Fang Shuo wished to see the scene of hanging himself again.

Ma Feihao didn't expect Han Tiansheng's spearhead to be directed at Han Sanqian, but he and Fang Shuo had different ideas. He even hoped to avenge himself personally. After all, he would have the strength to avenge his uncle after he returned.

If Han Tiansheng easily killed Han Sanqian, it would be too cheap for Ma Feihao to Han Sanqian.

"Are you Han Sanqian?" Han Tiansheng asked Han Sanqian after walking to Workshop No. 44.

Han Tiansheng's appearance did not surprise Han Sanqian, and said lightly, "I am."

"Kneel down." Han Tiansheng scolded coldly.