Chapter 653 Racing

"What happened to my car?" Zhang Heng asked, "In 1983, the first car jointly produced by SAIC and Volkswagen was the Santana. It was rolled off the assembly line through CKD. The body length was 4546 mm, the width was 1710 mm, the height was 1427 mm, and the car weight 1100kg, wheelbase 2548mm, equipped with a 1.6L four-cylinder engine with a maximum power of 87 horsepower.”

The girl in the peaked cap was overwhelmed by the pile of numbers. She didn't know much about cars, but she also knew that some classic cars were also very valuable. She couldn't help but stand in awe when she heard this, "Is yours the first batch of joint venture cars to roll off the assembly line?"

"No, this is Santana 3000, which was produced in 2004."

"...Then why are you talking about the 1980s?" The girl in the peaked hat felt like she was being fooled, and her tone became unkind.

"Just to tell you not to underestimate Santana." Zhang Heng said.

"Haha, if you pick any car here tonight, you can buy at least ten of your junk cars, little brother." The girl in the peaked hat said sarcastically.

"Really? But it's a pity that they can't outrun my Santana." Zhang Heng's expression did not change.

"You are so loud, do you think you are AE86?" A tattooed man wearing a Supreme T-shirt on the other side said.

His words were met with laughter again.

When the laughter subsided, the young man smoking on the 911 call again said, "Okay, the joke ends here." Then he looked at Zhang Heng and warned, "You'd better leave quickly." "

"We haven't competed yet."

"We don't race with outsiders who don't know the details," the young man smoking on 911 said calmly, "and we all gamble, do you have money?"

"How many handfuls?"

"Thirty thousand yuan, winner takes all."

"I have no money, but I can use my car as collateral," Zhang Heng said.

The young man smoking on the 911 call shook his head, "Your car is not worth 30,000 yuan, at most 10,000 yuan. And you stole this car from home, right? Is it your father's or your grandfather's? They woke up in the morning and found If the car is gone, how can you send your mother to work?"

His words caused another round of laughter.

"So, I can only win this one." Zhang Heng said.

"First, you can't win. Second... like I said, you can't even pay the admission fee." The young man on 911 flicked the ashes on his fingertips. "Go home, this is for Hello."

Unexpectedly, at this time, the young lady who had come forward before said again, "I can help him with the money first."

"Um?"

The post-zero generation hugged the girl in the peaked hat and raised her chin, "Why, I think it would be fun to watch him drive his Santana and race with us. I have a debt collection company at home to ensure that he will not be missed in the future. "

"Don't cause trouble. Since you have joined our circle, you must abide by the rules I set." The young man smoking on 911 frowned, "I said, we don't race with outsiders who don't know the details."

It can be seen that he is indeed quite influential among this group of people. Although Ling Ling's face was still a bit resentful when he opened his mouth, he did not say anything else.

"Consider yourself lucky. Drive your crappy car and drive away." The tattooed man wearing a Supreme T-shirt made a shooting motion towards Zhang Heng.

However, contrary to everyone's expectations, the guy driving the Volkswagen instead of leaving after hearing this, he turned off the engine, pulled out the key, and parked the car completely on the side of the road. "Sorry, I can't leave yet, because I suddenly found myself I seem to like this place a little bit, and I plan to stay here for a while. Maybe I should come here every night from now on to see if there are any car races.”

"If you don't drink a toast, you will be fined." The young man on the 911 call darkened, "You seem to have misunderstood something. Do you really think that we can't do anything to you and don't dare to touch you? I don't want to cause trouble just because I find it troublesome. It’s not because of the inconsistency.”

After he finished speaking, the people from the hot rod club gathered around him, and some people took out wrenches and portable fire extinguishers from the trunk, just waiting for the young man on the 911 call to smash the car eagerly.

They were usually very bold and fearful of the world being in chaos, but they had long been unhappy with Zhang Heng.

"I'll give you one last chance to disappear from my eyes in one minute."

The young people on 911 issued an ultimatum to Zhang Heng.

Zhang Heng glanced at the people around him who were ready to rush forward at any moment, and then at the young man on the 911 call. "So you would rather fight with me than run around in an upright manner. Are you a modified car club or a fighting team?" club?"

"Okay." The young man on the 911 seemed to be amused by Zhang Heng's insistence on racing. He threw away the cigarette butt in his hand and got off the hood, "If you want to race, then let's compete. If you lose, I don’t want your money or bad car, just crawl on the ground and don’t appear in front of me again.”

Unexpectedly, this time Zhang Heng shook his head when he heard this and said, "It's not the two of us, it's all together. It would be more lively if there are more people."

The young man was finally irritated. He took a deep look at Zhang Heng and stopped talking nonsense. He just said coldly, "Okay, you have the final say. Little K, tell him the rules."

A girl with a petite figure but not a small chest walked up to Zhang Heng and showed a sweet smile, "The rules are very simple. When they are ready, the riders will take their places. I will announce the start of the race and start from here." , no matter what method is used, the person who reaches the finish line first will be the final winner, how about that’s fair, right?”

"Where is the end point?" Zhang Heng asked.

"You know the gymnasium complex in the new district, right? The west gate of the swimming pool is the end point of this competition." Little K said.

While the two were chatting, there were already four cars taking the girls to the west gate of the swimming pool. None of them wanted to participate in this competition. Zhang Heng did not force it. There were 8 cars left. If each car cost 30,000 yuan, the total would be 24. Ten thousand dollars.

It's enough to cover the cost of his copy.

Of course, the premise is that he can win this race.

The girl in the peaked hat is right when she says that even the cheapest car here can buy dozens of second-hand Santana 3000s, not to mention that the 911 of the young man in the lead is a veritable sports car, and can accelerate from 100 kilometers to 100 kilometers in 3.9 seconds. Both power and maneuverability are completely superior to the Santana 3000.

And this time Zhang Hengke didn't have time to modify the car, because the car belonged to his grandfather, and he couldn't do it without the original owner's consent. Otherwise, what if his heart jumped when his grandfather stepped on the accelerator?

But there is some good news. Zhang Heng called up the Amap map and looked at the route, and found that this was not the kind of track that runs all the way to the end. Considering that many places in the new area were only half-built, the road conditions were quite complicated. For The requirements for driving skills will be relatively high.

In addition, the leading young man who drove 911 didn't seem to want to take advantage of him. This time he chose a route that no one had traveled before, so he was on the same starting line.

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