Speed ​​God

Chapter 11 Quick decision
As the morning mist dissipated, a navy blue Mini Cooper was parked at the entrance of the Ferrari base. Two young men leaned against the car door, with coffee, croissants, sandwiches, and... pizza on the roof. They were actually enjoying their breakfast right there at the base entrance.

Marchionne could not hide his astonishment; he had never seen such a sight in Maranello before, and he turned to look at Todd.

Todd shrugged slightly, a smile playing on his lips. "I told you, he was a surprise."

I glanced down at my watch; it was 8:51.

Lu Zhizhou was indeed punctual, arriving neither late nor too early.

On the surface, Lu Zhizhou seemed to have no interest in the Ferrari trial, but if he arrived early today and inadvertently revealed his inner desire and eagerness, exposing his hypocrisy from last night, it would inevitably show the impetuousness of a young man.

However, Lu Zhizhou did not. It was not too early or too late, but just right. Moreover, the scene before him revealed his inner composure.

This mindset was another pleasant surprise, and Todd was very satisfied.

One detail that Todd noticed was Lorenzo. It seemed that Lorenzo had gone to great lengths to act as the driver, escorting Lu Zhizhou all the way to Maranello.

This also demonstrates Lu Zhizhou's composure and wisdom, skillfully seeing through Todd's test. Of course, the method for dealing with the test is not difficult; the real key lies in Lu Zhizhou using his brain, which means he will not casually deal with today's trial.

Perhaps, deep down, Lu Zhizhou is still interested in Formula One racing.

This is a good thing.

With just a brief appearance, Todd's confidence in the effectiveness of today's trial has grown even stronger.

The two young men standing at the door were completely unaware that they had become part of the scenery in other people's eyes, while Lu Zhizhou was looking at the pizza with a look of utter despair.

Lorenzo chuckled. "At this hour, this is all that's left in the shop. You should be grateful—there are still shops open in Maranello at this hour."

Lu Zhizhou took two bites of pizza, indignantly. "People always say Italy has no good food, only pizza. I thought it was just a stereotype, but now it seems..."

Lorenzo immediately became anxious, "Who said that? We have countless delicacies, Italian cuisine is the best in the world!"

Lu Zhizhou smiled broadly as he watched Lorenzo counting the food on his fingers.

Last night, although Matteo fled with his tail between his legs, the Vitale family kept their word and sent cash over before they left Rome.

Furthermore, incredibly, Lorenzo's 10,000 euro bet multiplied tenfold, with the final 20,000 euros ending up in Lu Zhizhou's pocket.

If we add the previous racing and today's trial, this trip to Europe can be described as a very fruitful one.

But now is not the time to be happy; Lu Zhizhou has to worry about the mess he'll leave behind after returning home.

What to do about the homework?
It seems he should catch up on his work on the return flight. Should he upgrade from economy to business class so he can do his homework?

Just as he was lost in thought, the base gate opened, interrupting Lorenzo's rambling speech. Lu Zhizhou looked over as well, slightly surprised.

They thought it was just a small door opening on the side, but the entire door opened, making a huge noise that shattered the tranquility of Maranello in the early morning.

Todd appeared, along with a round-faced old man standing next to him. He wore frameless glasses, a gray shirt with two buttons undone, and a dark green ribbed sweater. He had a charming smile and looked harmless, no different from the retired old man next door.

Somewhat surprisingly, the round-faced old man stepped forward and warmly opened his arms, saying, "Welcome, welcome to Maranello. I am Sergio."

He was kind and approachable, and it was difficult to judge his identity and position at first glance, but Lu Zhizhou could tell that someone who could stand on equal footing with Todd was definitely not just any retired old man.

After a brief exchange of greetings and pleasantries, Lu Zhizhou and his group prepared to enter the base. Lorenzo, knowing better than to follow, understood that observing the trials wasn't appropriate, so without waiting for Todd's prompting, he himself gestured to Lu Zhizhou:

He will help find a hotel.

Not only did he need to sleep, but he was also worried that Lu Zhizhou might need to stay here tonight. After finding a hotel, he would text Lu Zhizhou.

After saying goodbye to Lorenzo, Marchionne kindly asked how he should address Lu Zhizhou, as he was very willing to humbly learn about Chinese culture despite his lack of knowledge about it.

Maranello was slowly waking up early in the morning, and people who were arriving at the base one after another to start a new day of work soon noticed something unusual.

Todd—Todd, who just left yesterday, has actually returned today.

Even more shockingly, he was currently greeting distinguished guests with Marchionne!
The two bigwigs personally came out to give them a warm welcome, a rare treat in Maranello, and various rumors spread among the whispers.

"I heard he's the young master of a luxury goods conglomerate, and he's planning to buy a retired F1 race car."

"I heard that an Asian tech giant commissioned a custom-made supercar."

"No, no, no, you can't allow it. He's the illegitimate son of a Fiat executive, and he's about to be parachuted into our company."

The sound of babbling filled the air as a gentle breeze blew through the air.

Giuliano Alessi had just gotten up and was heading to his morning run when he passed the gym. The other young cyclists inside instantly fell silent, exchanging glances but no one spoke.

Finally, someone broke the silence, "Giuliano, there's a rumor that a rich third-generation heir came to test drive a car, did you know about it?"

Alessi scoffed, her face full of disdain. "How could I possibly know what housewives are curious about?"

After saying that, ignoring the astonishment in the gym, Alessi turned around and started jogging away.

In another space, Charles Leclerc, who had just finished a simulator test, was catching his breath and preparing to review the test when a commotion broke the silence behind him. He turned around while wiping his sweat and was stunned.

First Todt. Then Marchionne.

Such a scene was truly intimidating. Two people were surrounding a handsome but unfamiliar young man like bodyguards, drawing everyone's attention.

Ferdinando Monfati, technical analysis consultant at Ferrari's youth academy, was about to approach Leclerc when he stopped, glanced over, patted Leclerc on the shoulder to indicate they should talk later, and then turned to greet the two bigwigs.

Especially Todd.

It was Todt who gave Monfatini a job and got him into the Ferrari youth academy.

Todd was all smiles, clearly in a good mood. "Hey, Ferdinand, good morning. I brought you a prospect; give him a try."

Todd turned to the baby-faced man beside him. "So, are you ready? Shall we test the simulator now, or do you want to get used to it first? Have you ever driven a go-kart? If not, you might not be able to play the simulator."

The baby-faced man pursed his lips and shrugged lightly, looking relaxed and carefree. "You're the boss, you call the shots. The point is to see if I'm worth it, isn't it? Let's finish this quickly."

"I need to go back and finish my homework."

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