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You can search for the latest chapters in Baidu for "City: Start Reward for a Commercial Street Search Novel (www.soxscc.com)"!Lingard looked at Yang Zixing, but couldn't say a word.

Although it turns out that there is only half a second between himself and the other party, it is also the most ugly way to lose.

You must know that Yang Zixing caught up from the last place, but Lingard has always been in the first place!

"What's the matter? Stop talking? Pretending to be dumb?"

Yang Zixing chuckles.

Lingard's two younger brothers also ran over, and their faces were not much better.

"Brother, this..."

Lingard raised his hand to interrupt.

"Okay, I'm willing to bet. Since I lose, I will leave it to you."

The other party's simplification made Yang Zixing a little surprised.

At first he thought Lingard was going to shame, but he didn't expect to be so happy.

"Oh, I won't regret it."

Yang Zixing said meaningfully.

"of course."

Lingard said seriously.

"Although I am not such a magnanimous character, I still have my own bottom line. In racing, I have never faked it. If I lose, I lose."

"I can't tell, you're still a man."

Yang Zixing chuckles.

It seems that this guy is not as annoying as he thought, and there is still some merit in him.

"Let's talk about it, Mr. Yang, I know what you want."

Even if he asked him to put out one million, Lingard was absolutely nothing.

"Very well. From now on, if you still want to join the Jiechen Supercar Club again, you'd better put away your gangsters. Don't think that when you come here, you won't pay attention to the staff."

"That's it?"

Lingard was stunned.

He thought Yang Zixing was going to treat himself.

Unexpectedly, it was just such a simple request.

"What do you want? By the way, remember to go to Kyoto to meet the owner of the Jiechen Supercar Club."

"why?"

Lingard became more and more inexplicable.

Some do not understand Yang Zixing's meaning.

"Because I won't join his team, then as the second place, you should naturally be in position."

Yang Zixing said.

He has no interest in joining the team.

I still have a lot of things to do.

Lingard was stunned, and then surprised in his eyes.

"Really?"

"I think, I have no reason to fool you."

Yang Zixing smiled.

"Thank you!"

Lingard bowed sincerely.

In fact, it has always been his dream to become a professional driver, but there were no conditions before, so this time I heard that the Jiechen Supercar Club wanted to recruit drivers and came to the race.

"But I said the ugly thing in front. If you let me know that you will look like this again, then don't blame me for not letting you into the club's door."

"Don't worry, Mr. Yang, I won't be like this anymore."

Lingard said gratefully.

"All right, you guys are talking, I have to leave first if I have something."

Yang Zixing left the arena and went to the lounge.

He found a staff member to call the manager, who was still immersed in the excitement of the previous game.

"Mr. Yang, what's the matter?"

The manager asked.

Yang Zixing dragged him to the corner, seeing that there was no one around, and then asked mysteriously.

"I ask you, who inspected the previous car?"

"what?"

The manager was a little surprised.Happy novel www.kaixinxs.com

"Mr. Yang, what are you asking me for?"

"Remember when I got to the end? It's the drift."

"Remember, it's pretty handsome, just a bit dangerous... Wait, Mr. Yang, you mean..."

The manager's face suddenly changed.

"Yes, that drift was not deliberate but forced."

Yang Zixing said in a low voice, his face full of seriousness.

When it was almost the end, Yang Zixing suddenly felt that there was something wrong with the car. Not only was the tire unable to turn, but even the brakes had problems.

That's why he was in a hurry and pulled the handbrake to stop drifting, otherwise he would have rushed out of the track.

"How could this happen, there is no reason."

The manager was shocked after listening.

"What do you mean?"

"Mr. Yang, you may not know that our club’s cars will be regularly maintained. Although that F40 is not a high-end sports car, the basic equipment is still okay. Moreover, the staff will do a data test for each car before the race. Make sure there are no problems before going on the track."

"Is it possible that my operation problem caused the car to become like that?"

Yang Zixing continued to ask.

"Impossible! Although Mr. Yang's operation is very limited, it is absolutely within the tolerance of the car, and it is impossible for that to happen."

"In other words... the car was touched by someone?!"

The two said in unison.

This idea is too bold, but it is the only explanation.

A celebrity once said that when removing all the invalid options, even if the remaining option is unthinkable, it will definitely be the truth.

"But... who did it and why did you do it?"

The manager's eyebrows are almost squeezed together.

This kind of thing has never happened before in the club, and it seems that it should be directed at Yang Zixing.

Otherwise, why is there a problem with his car?

"Not sure."

Yang Zixing shook his head, clueless.

Enemy?

What kind of enemy is it that will bring him to death?

"Could it be the three guys who bet you before?"

The manager continued to ask.

"Probably not, he is not that kind of person."

Yang Zixing shook his head.

Judging from the contact with Lingard just now, he probably wouldn't do such an activity.

And he does not have this ability. The club's cars are handled by the staff personally, and they will not be touched by outsiders casually.

"In this case, things are a bit troublesome."

The manager sighed.

The seriousness of this matter should not be underestimated.

"Anyway, help me look up clues on your side, and don't tell anyone about this."

Yang Zixing said seriously.

He wants to know who is behind the scenes, and for what.

"Okay, if there is a situation, I will contact you as soon as possible."

The manager nodded.

"By the way, you can recommend a boss in Kyoto for that Lingard. I think he has good skills."

Yang Zixing stood up and prepared to leave.

"Huh? Mr. Yang, don't you join the team?"

The manager blinked.

Today, Yang Zixing's operation on the field can be said to be a shock to the audience. It is estimated that it will be passed back to the boss's ears soon. If such a master does not enter the team, I am afraid that the boss will find him in trouble.

"I have something else, don't you want me to participate before?"

"but……"

"If the boss of the imperial capital smells it, just tell me to come to me."

"Okay, then, Mr. Yang, I will send you out first."

The manager said gratefully.

With Yang Zixing's words, he would not be afraid to take the blame.