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Chapter 257 Private Race Track (1 more subscription required)

Chapter 257 Private Race Track

Ye Chen drove a motorcycle to the racetrack.

This is the largest private racing track in Shanghai.

Of course, the threshold for racing here is very high.

As soon as he approached the racing track, Ye Chen heard the roar of racing cars on the mountain road.

Just being in this environment can give people a feeling of excitement.

At this time, many people are discussing.

Today's racing is so exciting, it is said that the two most powerful motorcycle gods in Huaguo are here.

"It's amazing, the tickets can be fired up to [-]."

"One hundred thousand tickets!"

After paying the money, Ye Chen and Zhao Ying drove their motorcycles into the racetrack.

Turning his head, Ye Chen realized that Zhao Ying's small chest was still trembling.

The experience of drifting on a motorcycle just now was obviously very exciting for Zhao Ying.

Zhao Ying's pretty face was flushed, and the feeling just now was like a dream.

Although a little scared, but very excited.

This girl is really completely different from other girls I know.

Zhao Ying said excitedly: "Ye Chen, your driving skills are too good, I am really convinced, just passed the curve, how did you pass, I thought you would rush down the mountain."

Ye Chen smiled lightly: "That's a motorcycle drifting skill that only professional players can use."

Pros?

"Are you a professional motorcycle racer?"

Ye Chen shook his head: "Although I am not a professional player, a professional player should not be my opponent."

Seeing Ye Chen's motorcycle, many people were surprised.

Oh my god, this motorcycle is Augusta.

Yes, yes, I have seen this motorcycle on the Internet, it seems to be more than 500 million, a Ferrari in a motorcycle.

Many people are now looking at the cool Augusta.

"It is said that this motorcycle is very difficult to overtake. If you want to ride this motorcycle, you have to train for two months."

"It's awesome, the one who can ride this kind of motorcycle must be a great god."

"Damn it, the beauty in the back seat is so beautiful."

……

Everyone was talking about Ye Chen, Zhao Ying and that cool motorcycle.

Ye Chen looked around, and the entire racetrack was crowded with luxury cars.

BMW, Mercedes-Benz are considered low gear here.

Maserati, Lamborghini, Ferrari are everywhere.

There are also several tens of millions of motorcycles.

Zhao Ying said excitedly: "Today there is a classic race. It is the decisive battle between Zhang Peng and Sun Hao, the top two motorcycle riders in Huaguo."

"Are these two very powerful?" Ye Chen asked curiously.

"Recently, Cong Cong and Ding Bo in the rich second-generation circle of Shanghai had a falling out over a fight for an Internet celebrity. This is not a matter of dissatisfaction. We have invited the top motorcycle riders in Huaguo, and we are going to have a fight here. Decide male and female."

"Oh, that's it." Ye Chen nodded.

It must cost a lot of money to invite the top domestic motorcyclists, and this kind of thing is only used by those idle rich second generations.

The two were leaning on the side of the motorcycle and chatting. At this time, a sexy and charming beauty with a devil's figure walked over.

"Xiaoying, did you bring your little boyfriend to the race car today?"

"Sister Hua, no!"

"Haha, my face is blushing, and Sister Hua is still shy."

Zhao Ying quickly introduced: "Ye Chen, this is Sister Hua, the manager of this racing track."

Ye Chen smiled and stretched out his hand: "Hello, Sister Hua."

Sister Hua held Ye Chen's hand, her beautiful eyes sized him up.

"Xiaoying, you have a good vision. You have found such a handsome boy."

"Sister Hua, stop talking." Zhao Ying's pretty face became more and more red after being teased by Sister Hua.

"By the way, there is a motorcycle race today, do you want to participate?" Sister Hua asked.

Zhao Ying looked at Ye Chen.

Ye Chen nodded: "Sister Hua, please sign up for me, I will apply for S rank."

"S rank?" Sister Hua was stunned for a moment.

The S class is the highest class in motorcycle racing.

"Are you sure about the S rank, the participants are all professional or semi-professional players." Sister Hua laughed.

Ye Chen nodded: "Well, since you are playing, you should play with the masters, otherwise it would be meaningless to win."

Hearing Ye Chen's arrogant words, Sister Hua smiled.

Many young people always think that their driving skills are good, and they report S grade, but when compared, they are idiots.

Professional and semi-professional players are not at the same level as ordinary players.

Sister Hua nodded: "Okay, since you want to apply, I will apply for you. The registration fee is 20."

Ye Chen couldn't help sighing, this private racing track is really stealing money, the ticket is 20, the registration fee is 30, and there is nothing to do. [-] went out.

However, this kind of private racing car is originally a game for the rich, so 30 to [-] yuan is nothing to these rich second generations.

Ye Chen directly took out the card and swiped the money, 30 was just a drizzle to Ye Chen.

Thinking of the fact that he even had a headache for thousands of rents before, Ye Chen couldn't help sighing, it's nice to have money.

Sister Hua asked, "What model is your motorcycle?"

Ye Chen pointed to the motorcycle on the side.

Augusta?

Sister Hua's cigarette dangling from her mouth fell to the ground.

She excitedly ran to the motorcycle, as if stroking a beloved toy.

"Oh my God, this is Augusta, the Ferrari of motorcycles. I used to think it was great when I saw the introduction on the Internet. I didn't expect to meet the real car today."

Sister Hua touched the motorcycle with envy on her face.

"Ye Chen, can I ride around?"

Ye Chen nodded: "But this motorcycle is a bit difficult to control, so I will teach you first."

"Ok!"

Sister Hua was sitting on the motorcycle, and Ye Chen taught her how to control the motorcycle behind her.

As a motorcycle expert, Sister Hua is also very perceptive, and she quickly understood.

But Ye Chen is still worried, after all, this is the most difficult motorcycle to control.

"Well, I'll sit behind you, and I can help you if you have any questions."

"Ah."

Sister Hua and Ye Chen put on their helmets and started the motorcycle.

"Fuck me, who is that man sitting behind Sister Hua?"

"Awesome, I can get into Sister Hua's car."

"I've been in the race track for several years, and this is the first time I saw a man sitting behind Sister Hua's motorcycle."

……

Listening to the discussions of the people around her, Zhao Ying didn't know why she felt sore.

Could it be that he really loves this man so much?

Buzz!

Sister Hua rushed to the mountain road on Augusta.

Seeing this scene, Ding Bo frowned and asked, "Who is that kid sitting behind Sister Hua?"

"I don't know. It's the first time I came here. It seems that I'm not from our circle. I came with Zhao Ying."

"Xiaoying?" Ding Bo's expression darkened.

After running around, Sister Hua looked excited.

As expected of Augusta National, it's really cool.

Looking at Ye Chen, Ding Bo's eyes flashed cold.

But at this time, Wang Congcong came over.

Everyone's eyes were drawn to Wang Congcong and Ding Bo again.

(End of this chapter)