On the day of the competition.

Han Sanqian came to the stadium, and a group of people in Shuyang were still busy doing the final debugging of the car.

For Shuyang, his nervousness today is comparable to his previous debut battle. After all, he has not participated in a formal competition for several years and is far away from this circle. Now he has the opportunity to make a comeback. He doesn't want to be a joke on the track, nor does he 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 do my best." Shuyang said.

"Scores are not important, and you have returned too short, so you don't have to put too much pressure on yourself. Just run the entire journey safely." Han Sanqian patted Shuyang's shoulder.

Shuyang suddenly felt a lot of pressure resting. Most people kept drivers, hoping that the drivers could earn face for themselves. Shuyang, who once lived in this circle, knew very well what the results meant. Even the cruelest thing he had ever seen was that a driver was broken on the track because he lost the race.

But Han Sanqian didn't seem to care about these things.

"Brother Han, as long as I give me enough time, I will definitely enter the real league." Shuyang said. This idea is something that all the rich second generations in this arena. Only when they enter the league can they gain face and be recognized by the family.

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

But Han Sanqian is an exception. The league is meaningless to him. He just took this opportunity to raise a group of hatred and opponents, and had legitimate reasons to deal with these people and then establish his own power in the United States.

But Shuyang didn't know this. 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.

The stadium was constantly flooding with spectators, and soon the stands were crowded with people, and there were also many fans holding banners. This kind of rich second-generation game seemed to have brought about a trend effect.

In addition to the car's eye-catching sight, there are also tall racing girls, which can also feast their eyes. Their long legs have become the most eye-catching scenery next to the track. Unfortunately, their charmingness cannot catch Han Sanqian's eyes.

After the race began, the roar of the engine sounded on the track. For men, this was probably the most beautiful sound in the world except for women. No man could remain calm in the face of such sounds. Even Han Sanqian couldn't help but stand up.

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

"It seems that it will be difficult for Shuyang to get the top three." Qi Yiyun said to Han Sanqian. It took too long to leave the track, and Shuyang obviously was not used to this kind of competition, but at the beginning, he was already behind others.

"It's enough to not have the last place, and he can't be measured by the previous standards." Han Sanqian said.

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

Han Sanqian was happy and said, "Although the money was spent, it was not his own, so I don't feel sorry."

"It's really unlucky to have a person like you in Nangong Boling stall." Qi Yiyun rolled her eyes and said.

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

"What's wrong with a woman?" Qi Yiyun raised her head and said, "Now women can also hold half of the sky, don't look down on women."

Han Sanqian unconsciously looked down, and after a glance, he quickly moved away, nodded and said, "I don't look down on women, I just look down on you."

Qi Yiyun gritted her teeth with hatred.

At this time, Shuyang's car entered the station, which means the competition has ended.

Shuyang, which had not even squeezed into the top five, had his shoulders hanging down after getting off the car, looking very disappointed.

"Brother Han, I'm sorry." Shuyang said with his head buried in his head. Although he had expected the results, he did not expect them to be so bad. During the competition, he made many unstoppable mistakes.

"I said that I don't care about my grades, and today's grades will not represent the future. I still believe in 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. He secretly swear in his heart that he would bring back a good result to Han Sanqian next time.

At this time, Fang Shuo's group of people had a very reason to show off their power in front of Han Sanqian, but after seeing Han Sanqian's cruelty before, they could only endure their show-off heart at this moment, and no one dared to jump around in front of Han Sanqian.

"Damn it! This...who is this!"

"Isn't this Han Tiansheng? Why did he come?"

"Does he still like racing? He actually came here in person?"

A group of rich second-generations celebrating together were amazed after seeing Han Tiansheng appear.

On the day of Wu Youfeng's birthday party, they were almost all present, witnessing Han Tiansheng's strength with their own eyes.

Originally, these people thought that Han Tiansheng was too mythical by the Chinese and did not take Han Tiansheng's affairs seriously at all. However, after Wu Youfeng's birthday party, no one dared to underestimate Han Tiansheng anymore, and his fear of Han Tiansheng was almost a shadow.

No one has the right to underestimate such shocking things as giving birth to a coffin at the birthday party, forcing Wu Youfeng to hang himself.

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

After jogging all the way to Han Tiansheng, Ma Feihao shouted tremblingly: "Mr. Han, I didn't expect you to be interested in racing. Do you need me to introduce you to today's champion?"

"How come I take the game of you little kids seriously? I think you will give me a face if you win a broken championship? What a joke." Han Tiansheng said disdainfully. His expression was very straightforward when facing anyone, and he did not give Ma Feihao any face.

Ma Feihao did not dare to refute, so he could only nod and said, "Mr. Han said, this is just a small game, how can he get into the eyes of Mr. Han?"

The superficial obedience does not mean that Ma Feihao can accept it calmly. His thoughts at this moment are to make Han Tiansheng arrogant. After his uncle comes back, he will naturally have the chance to exclaim this anger.

"Don't you know what Mr. Han needs my help?" Ma Feihao asked.

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

Ma Feihao wanted to slap himself twice. If he had known Han Tiansheng had such an attitude, why would he have to send his face to Han Tiansheng and be beaten?

"However, you can go and watch the fun." Han Tiansheng's tone changed quickly, making Ma Feihao confused.

lively?

Could it be that Han Tiansheng’s previous news at Wu Youfeng’s birthday party was not enough, and he still had to make trouble on the stadium?

Which unlucky guy was actually targeted by Han Tiansheng? Isn’t this a dead end?

When Han Tiansheng walked towards the No. 44 workshop, all the rich second generations watching the fun followed behind him. When these people confirmed Han Tiansheng's goal, they all started to take the blame.

"Brother Hao, Han Tiansheng is going to trouble Han Sanqian. I didn't expect that even Han Tiansheng would dare to mess with him." Fang Shuo said with a hurry. He didn't dare to take revenge in person, but it doesn't mean he was unwilling to watch Han Sanqian suffer. Now Han Tiansheng comes to trouble Han Sanqian himself, and Fang Shuo wishes he could see the scene of hanging himself again.

Ma Feihao didn't expect Han Tiansheng's spearhead to point at Han Sanqian, but he and Fang Shuo had different ideas. He hoped to take revenge in person. After all, after his uncle came back, he would have the ability to take revenge.

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

"You are Han Sanqian?" Han Tiansheng walked to the No. 44 workshop and asked Han Sanqian.

Han Tiansheng's appearance did not surprise Han Sanqian, and he said lightly: "I am."
Chapter completed!