This is not how you drive a machine!

Chapter 17 His Heart Melted

Jiang Wuyang understood that the major racing clubs he knew would definitely not want Zhou Yun.

Because all the slots are occupied and interests are involved, the little people can only be buried.

Even if he is Jiang Wuyang, it is unrealistic to want to force a driver like Zhou Yun into a big club.

What Zhou Yun needs most now is to play games and have the opportunity to play.

As long as he can play and achieve results, he can implement the "Light Year Project" and give Zhou Yun full support in terms of resources and money. After all, a teacher must have a legitimate reason.

Only small clubs can give Zhou Yun an official driver's seat and dare to let him play in the race.

Because small clubs have nothing, they dare to spend resources and try their best to gamble. The Linglu Club in front of them is a good choice.

"Uncle Jiang, you are not kidding."

Yue Lin felt like there were a lot of words stuck in his throat, and for a moment he didn't know how to say them.

"If this guy hadn't had an engine failure, I probably wouldn't have been able to beat him. This level is more than enough for a competition." Jiang Wuyang said with a smile, "This is the one, take it or leave it!"

Hearing this, Yue Lin felt like a clown.

He turned to look at Kong Guancheng, only to see Kong Guancheng nodded silently.

"No, this kid..."

"Don't worry about letting this guy play." Jiang Wuyang said, "Can the person I recommend be bad?"

At this moment, Yue Lin felt the pain in his face from being hit by the boomerang.

After thinking it over again and again, he said to Jiang Wuyang, "Sorry, Uncle Jiang, I can't sign."

"Don't you want a driver?"

"I want a driver for the World Championship!" Yue Lin said to Jiang Wuyang, "For Uncle Jiang's sake, I can ask the club to hire an extra amateur driver..."

Jiang Wuyang's expression suddenly turned unhappy: "Is this all my face is worth?"

"No, Uncle Jiang, of course I trust your judgment, but you also have to understand me." Yue Lin said with a wry smile: "If I lose money, the club will really go bankrupt!"

"Haha, with my relationship with Marshal Kong, can it really make you lose your temper? Don't worry about training, I will protect you."

Jiang Wuyang said very confidently that after he returned and sorted out the Light Year Project, wouldn't it be easy to support a small club?

Yue Lin was silent for a moment, then said, "It really won't work, Uncle Jiang..."

Kong Guancheng quickly stepped forward and grabbed Yue Lin, whispering in his ear, "Since your uncle Jiang has said so, what are you afraid of?"

Although he didn't want Yue Lin to fall into the trap at first, since his old friend had given a letter of guarantee, he felt at ease to let Zhou Yun join the team.

"I'm in debt, brother-in-law. The club really can't afford the gamble." Yue Lin whispered, "I'm counting on the registration tournament to make a profit! No matter how strong Zhou Yun is, he's still a novice. Can he get good results? Training him will cost a fortune..."

"How did you owe me this! If you hadn't told me last time, how many months could you have lasted?"

"Underground betting."

"What the hell..."

At this moment, Kong Guancheng really wanted to beat his nephew to death.

If you lose money in business, or lose everything, I won't say a word, and I'll even give you money to continue paying. But you're going to gamble with it?
Haven’t you heard that gamblers don’t die a good death?

He turned his head and looked at Jiang Wuyang somewhat awkwardly. He had just agreed to it, but now he really didn't know how to refuse.

"Marshal Kong, what's wrong with your nephew?"

Jiang Wuyang looked quite unhappy. He thought to himself, why should he hesitate about this matter? He was not a man who went back on his word. If I gave a promise, it wouldn't work, right?
"Wuyang, this..."

Kong Guancheng was a talkative person, but at this moment he was stammering and unable to speak.

He feels that being a human being is difficult.

If his sister hadn't asked him to take good care of Yue Lin before her death, he really wanted to run away.

"Uncle Jiang." Yue Lin thought he couldn't embarrass his brother-in-law, nor could he offend Uncle Jiang, so he raised his hand and pointed at Zhou Yun: "What kind of magic potion did this kid feed you? He hasn't even touched a robot girl, how can he play on the field?"

At this time, Kong Guancheng's face became even uglier. What did his nephew say?

Isn't this an open and implicit criticism of Jiang Wuyang's failure to judge people?

With Jiang Wuyang's temper, can he bear it?

As expected, Jiang Wuyang became even darker.

At this time, Zhou Yun also noticed some clues.

Yue Lin was clearly afraid of failure, so he shifted the conflict onto him, but this method was too low.

No matter what, now that the fire has burned on him, he must stand up and speak for himself.

He cannot be weak, and he must also skillfully resolve the conflicts between several people. After all, this is related to his future.

He thought for a moment and an idea came to his mind.

Isn’t it just grades?

Sign a betting agreement, write a blank check or something to stimulate Yue Lin and give it a try.

However, just as he was about to speak, he saw Lin Yao stand up and said in a strong voice: "Yue Lin! Aren't you just short of money? If Zhou Yun can join the team, I am willing to invest an additional three million."

Lin Yao could see that Zhou Yun was a talent that even Jiang Wuyang recognized, but Jiang Wuyang was in trouble now and could not directly give him money and resources.

If you don’t help now, when will you help?
At worst, we can just sell the remaining production lines!

……

After replacing Lin Yao's engine at Xiaoyun Mountain, Zhou Yun returned to the repair shop at night. Sprawled on the hard bed in the attic, listening to the creaking sound of the air conditioner, he felt a surge of excitement.

He couldn't help but take out the contract from his pocket again and look at it.

"...On February 1th, I officially became the number one driver of the Linglu Club..."

"...Riders have the right to contract with the club's chariot girls... The club should guarantee the drivers' racing opportunities... Racing drivers should fulfill their duties and earn honors..."

"...the way the prize money is shared among the tournament...the way the sponsor funds are shared...the way the advertising endorsements are shared..."

"...Party A: Linglu Club...Party B: Zhou Yun..."

On the way back, he had watched it N+1 times, but he still felt a little bit unbelievable.

He really didn't expect that Lin Yao was willing to spend three million for his driver's seat, and said that he would support him even if he had to close the factory.

This moved him very much.

Before crossing over, three million was just a small sum to him.

Those luxury items you wear every day, the parties you hold to celebrate your birthday, and those high-end supercars in your garage, which one costs less than a million?

On his craziest day, he spent nearly 10 million to lay a layer of rubber on the track, just to enjoy a straight-line acceleration race with thousands of horsepower.

However, after coming to this world with nothing and being beaten up by society...

Only then did he realize that the money did not come easily.

Then he took out another contract, which was an endorsement contract.

"…Party B will provide advertising for Party A, including but not limited to racing car spray paint advertising and personal account streaming…"

"...Party A: Yunyu Machinery Factory...Party B: Zhou Yun..."

Looking at the contract to endorse Lin Yao's factory, he knew what he should do.

Isn’t it just the ranking in the competition!

Let’s just take it!
Then he became excited again.

Tomorrow, he will have his own contracted mecha girl!
I wonder what it will be like?

What would the spiritual pressure skills be?

As he thought about it, he fell asleep step by step.

This time, the nightmare that had haunted him for two years took on a different form.

On the thrilling and exciting racing track, he drove the mecha girl forward all the way. The mecha girl in front of him released her skills, and the entire track fell into a sea of fire.

The girl seemed to say something to him, but he didn't hear it clearly. He only remembered that the car rushed into the darkness.

Although it was dark, it was not quiet. Instead, it was filled with clanging noises, which made Zhou Yun very irritated.

After an unknown amount of time, a ray of light came over him, which reminded him of the card drawing interface in the two-dimensional game.

A mecha girl seemed to be wrapped in the light, saying gently: "Uncle, come and play", but he could not see clearly.

The sound is getting louder and louder.

The sound tickled his bones, and he suddenly opened his red eyes.

Oh shit!

There's a thief in the store!
Without time to get dressed, he grabbed a large wrench from the junk bucket piled up on the stairs in a vest and rushed downstairs in a hurry.

"Hey! Where did this thief come from? Take this wrench from Grandpa Zhou!"

Zhou Yun smashed the steel frame of the lift with a wrench, making a loud noise.

Because he was not sure whether he could beat the thieves, he first pretended to be risking his life. After all, the thieves were just after money, and few of them dared to fight to the death.

If we can scare the thieves away, it will be a great achievement.

"Don't, don't hit me, I'm just here to look for clothes!"

After hearing the sound, Zhou Yun quickly turned on the light and saw a harmless face.

The girl's eyes were filled with tears. She looked at Zhou Yun pitifully and said cautiously, "Please don't hit me! Please!"

Looking at the tearful face of Jackdaw, Zhou Yun felt like his heart was melting.

Really, it melted.

"What is that in your hand!"

Zhou Yun's eyelids twitched like a dance in the ghost animal area.

At this moment, his heart had melted into slag in the flames of anger.

"I, I thought the clothes were here."

"Do you stuff your clothes into the TV?"

Looking at the wreckage of the high-definition color TV on the ground, he felt his scalp trembling rhythmically and uncontrollably.