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Ding Bo called a younger brother and said gloomily, "You sign me up for the next race, my track will be next to Ye Chen."

"Ding Shao, don't worry, I'll arrange it." That little brother sneered.

Zhang Peng and Sun Hao each rode a motorcycle to the mountain track.

Sun Hao represented Ding Bo, and Zhang Peng represented Wang Congcong.

Wang Cong Cong and Ding Bo themselves were two people who didn't deal with each other, and these two riders had been old rivals in the domestic underground scene.

On the runway, Sun Hao and Zhang Peng's motorcycles were buzzing.

It was like two beasts of prey.

The spectators on both sides of the track looked excited.

This was a contest between two of the top racing drivers in China.

Boom Boom!

The two cars revved up to maximum.

Hana stood in the middle of the two cars as she threw down her handkerchief and the two motorcycles roared out.

The two motorcycles were like two arrows off the string, heading for the hills.

There were a lot of boys on both sides, and they were fueling up for their riders.

On the big screen, a video of the two motorcycles appeared.

The two motorcycles were almost running side by side.

Zhao Ying asked, "Ye Chen, whose of the two motorcycles do you think will win?"

Ye Chen looked at the big screen and shook his head, "The two motorcycle riders are very close, and the performance of the two motorcycles is similar, the place where they split the victory is not a straight road, it's a curve."

Zhao Ying nodded his head.

For racing, Zhao Ying liked it very much.

She also understood that if the two racers were very close and the performance of the two motorcycles was similar, then the place where they would divide the winners and losers would be in the corners.

The curves were where a motorcycle racer's strength was shown.

Even a small mistake can lead to a missed opportunity.

At this moment, the two motorcycles arrived at the first corner almost at the same time.

The two motorcycles were riding side by side, and as they crossed the first corner, they slowed down almost simultaneously, leaning sideways and making a beautiful turn.

Swish!

The timing of both men's cornering deceleration pinch was just right.

It was also the result of long training and experience.

The two motorcycles were very fast, and they were still almost running side by side after the corner.

Zhao Ying asked curiously at the side, "Ye Chen, do you see which one of them can win?"

Now, Zhao Ying saw the two men almost running side by side.

The first turn didn't pull away from each other.

Ye Chen said, "I guess Ding Bo's driver, Sun Hao, won."

"What? How can you tell?" Zhao Ying's beautiful eyes stared at the screen.

The two of them were almost indistinguishable from each other, how did Ye Chen see it.

Zhao Ying hated Ding Bo very much, so naturally she wanted Wang Cong Cong's rider to win the race.

Ye Chen explained, "Both of them have a good grasp of cornering time, but for this mountain road, Sun Hao seems to be more familiar with it, so he slowed down 0.01 seconds later than Zhang Peng, and it's this difference that has separated the winner from the loser for a professional rider like them."

"This, you can even tell?" Zhao Ying was stunned.

Ye Chen said; "Sun Hao should have run this track many times, but Zhang Peng should be running it for the first time, it's obvious that Wang Cong Cong has been calculated by Ding Bo."

Because Ye Chen had just heard that both riders were running this mountain track for the first time.

However, from Sun Hao's performance, he was very familiar with this mountain trail.

In other words, Zhang Peng had suffered a secret loss.

Two similar strengths, similar car performance, the difference in familiarity, attention to decide the situation of the race.

Almost everyone felt that it was hard to tell the two winners from the losers.

But when it passed the second corner, Ye Chen had secretly shook his head.

Wang Cong Cong's rider had lost.

After the last corner, the two motorcycles drove side by side and rushed towards the finish line together.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

The two cars crossed the finish line at almost the same time.

At this time, Ye Chen said with certainty, "Wang Cong Cong lost."

The race was over, and since the two cars were too close together, the final result would have to be replayed in slow motion.

Ding Bo looked smug, "Wang Cong Cong, you're going to lose today, so be good and kneel in front of me and call me daddy."

Wang Cong Cong snorted, "The result of the win is not out yet, what are you fucking arrogant about, it's not good enough to say who we are going to call daddy."

About ten minutes later, the results of the slow-motion replay finally came out.

Wang Cong Cong was busy saying, "Sister Hua, who did we win?"

Hana picked up the remote and clicked it, "You can see for yourselves."

At that moment, a shot of two motorcycles crossing the line appeared on the big screen.

The screen zoomed in and the camera slowed down.

The last few seconds of the two motorcycles crossing the line appear in slow motion in front of everyone.

As you can see on the monitor, the two cars are barely two centimeters apart.

Ding Bo's driver Sun Hao had won.

"Holy shit, it's only a few centimeters difference."

"It's too unfair to lose."

"Worthy of being the top driver in China, the race just now was so exciting."

"Awesome, this race today was so cool to watch."

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Wang Cong Cong knew the result without frowning.

Zhang Peng was embarrassed, "Wang Shao, I'm sorry, I lost."

Wang Congcong shook his head, "I know you did your best, losing is losing."

Saying that, Wang Cong Cong pulled out a bank card and threw it to Ding Bo.

"Twenty million in the card, the password is six eight.

Seeing Wang Cong Cong's atmospheric performance, Ye Chen also nodded his head.

Worthy of being Yida's youngest owner, he was a man who could afford to play and lose.

Yida's youngest youngster Wang Cong Cong, Ye Chen often saw his reports on the Internet, but I did not have contact with him.

A meeting today, the man is not bad.

After all, Ye Chen is also a shareholder of Yida, and since he's here, he can't let the old king's son be bullied.

Ding Bo won with an arrogant face.

"Haha, Wang Cong Cong, it's over after giving money? Aren't you forgetting something else?"

Hearing Ding Bo's words, Wang Cong Cong's face turned cold.

"Ding Bo, we're all out to be gangsters, so don't be too desperate in your actions."

Wang Congcong naturally heard that Ding Bo was talking about calling Dad.

As the national husband of China, how could Wang Congcong call Ding Bo daddy.

Ding Bo looked smug: "Haha, boy, that's all you've got, you can't afford to lose, right, what a damn shame."

Wang Cong Cong was finally enraged, "Ding Bo you really think I'm afraid of you right, play really right, I'll let you know how powerful I am today."

Saying that, Wang Cong Cong directly turned his face and was about to fight Ding Bo.

Ye Chen was busy stopping Wang Cong Cong, "Wang Shao, this kind of trash is not worth fighting him, isn't it just losing a game? Just win it back."

Hua said at the side, "You two are almost done, and let me tell you, whoever dares to do it in my field, the racing track won't be used in the future."

Only then did Wang Cong Cong calm down and stared at Ding Bo with an icy gaze.

Ding Bo saw Ye Chen jump out and teasingly sneered, "Kid, why are you meddling in meddling? You're a fucking tick driver, what the fuck, get the fuck out of my way."

Ye Chen said indifferently, "Ding Bo, I'm really in charge of this nonsense, you booked two motorcycle riders who are both running this track for the first time, but your motorcycle riders have already run this track many times, right."