The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 1062 His Life

David touched his nose and said frankly: "That Mr. Li came to my house and pointed a gun at my head. Can I not agree?"

Yan Zhixin: "..."

Well, it's gangster style.

She didn't ask any more, and said casually: "I want to know how he taught me, you can come to the memorial hall tomorrow."

The next day, Yan Zhixin arrived at the memorial hall early.

The memorial has been finished, but there is one thing missing.

That is Zhao Rishang's small book.

Zhao Rishang has the habit of recording things with a pen.

His little book started recording from the age of eight until his death.

The content is very messy and scribbled, ranging from who insulted him to three key events that changed his life.

The first one, when he was nine years old, was caught by his teacher when he was driving a car on the street, and brought him into the world of racing.

Since then, a child struggling on the poverty line has become a myth in the racing world with his talent and hard work.

The second, he was injured during the event and had to have his leg amputated.

Lost a leg and left the world of racing.

He is a person who has money today, spends it today, and thinks about it tomorrow when he has no money. He quickly squanders all the money he earns.

No money, sell house, sell car.

When all he had left was the classic car that he became famous in the first battle, he was reluctant to sell it, so he simply went back to his old business, went back to the streets to play racing cars and bet.

At the beginning, others saw him as disabled and didn't want to take advantage of him.

Later, people promised one after another, but they all failed miserably.

Gradually, everyone knew that they couldn't beat him and refused to play with him.

He has completely lost his income.

He sat on the side of the street dejectedly, and shouted when he saw anyone: "A racing car? Only 100 yuan if you win."

When you are lucky, you can have two or three hundred a day.

When you are unlucky, you get nothing.

Once, he didn't make a penny for three consecutive days, and he didn't even have the energy to shout.

Just when he was about to leave to find another way, a young man happened to pass by.

Seeing that the young man didn't have a single cheap item in his body, he was a proper fat sheep, so he yelled again with a glimmer of hope.

The boy stopped, looked at his legs, then at his car, and nodded: "Yes."

The fat sheep took the bait!

It's a fool not to take advantage of it.

He immediately went ahead: "I haven't eaten yet, and the car is out of gas. Before racing, can you let us fill our stomachs first?"

The boy replied: "Yes."

Talking so well?
He was just about to take advantage of it, when the young man spoke first: "I can also provide you and your car with the best maintenance, so that you will have no worries about food and clothing in the future."

When he heard it, he became vigilant: "What's your purpose?"

The teenager spat out four words: "Teach me to drive."

He couldn't help asking: "Do you know who I am?"

The teenager replied: "I met you when I was five years old."

This young man is Mo Junting.

Agreeing to teach Mo Junting to drive became the third critical turning point in his life.

He lived in a luxurious villa again, with his own doctor, servants who didn't need to pay him, and all kinds of luxury cars he could drive.

He is more comfortable than ever.

The only thing he needs to do is to teach Mo Junting how to drive.

The rest of the time he was either driving by himself or lying in bed, running the racing drills over and over in his head.

Even in the last three months, he was completely banned from touching the car by the doctor, and he still practiced this method tens of thousands of times a day.

It can be said that he dedicated his life to racing.

(End of this chapter)