Chapter 997 That Fascinated Sea, That Island Race (4)

Wei Sheng couldn't help but let out a burst of laughter, not only because of Min Hongbing's words, but also because of his playful demeanor full of disdain.

All the people in the gazebo were silently looking at the group of people who came after them, so they were silent. Wei Sheng's smile was a bit abrupt, which made Min Hongbing look back at her, but it was just a look. .

Sato Yuji also took off his hat slowly, and smiled lightly, "Emperor Kangxi of your country is the fourth emperor of the Qing Dynasty. He defeated the powerful minister Oboi when he was young, and successively pacified San Francisco, recovered Taiwan, and personally conquered the Qing Dynasty. Galdan, he is a defender who unified the multi-ethnic country and laid the foundation for the prosperity of the Qing Dynasty in your country. I admire him very much, and I also feel that Your Excellency has given me too much praise."

Hearing Sato Yuji's unsalty sarcasm back, in addition to showing his extraordinary Chinese proficiency, he also showed his familiarity with the history of country Z, which can be described as a beautiful counterattack. Kang Jinlong and others all laughed out loud.

Sato Yuji said again, "Actually, I agree with Mr. Kang's words very much. As a professional racing driver, I would rather see my opponent show his strength on the field than pointless disputes."

Fujian Hongbing suddenly put an arm on the stone platform, leaned forward and asked, "Are you going to play against the Chinese team?"

"If the team needs it, I will obey the arrangement. Personally, I choose not to." Sato Yuji responded truthfully.

Min Hongbing was stunned. Now there are many domestic forums, especially car fans, arguing over whether Sato Yuji of the Datong Automobile Association will participate in the competition, because the Datong Automobile Association has not disclosed the list of contestants. This has always been a mystery. I just took the opportunity to ask, and subconsciously didn't intend to seek answers at all.

So facing Sato Yuji's "telling the truth", he was indeed stunned, and then asked, "Why?"

Sato Yuji suddenly raised his chin proudly, "There is no opponent."

As soon as this remark came out, even the breathing in the gazebo stopped. Just now, everyone didn't know the identity of this group of people, but whether they were local tourists from Pengcheng who visited the island or tourists who visited the island because of the F1 race, They all know that the hottest event in Pengcheng today is that the first F1 team in country Z has been challenged by the old Datong Motor Club in country R after its establishment.

The game is about to start.

Regardless of whether you are interested in the sport of racing or not, now that you have come to Pengcheng, you naturally plan to participate in the grand event, and at the same time, you are familiar with this topic.

Just now Min Hongbing asked the man from country R on the opposite side if he planned to play in the Chinese team. Everyone is not a fool. They already know that this is probably the driver of the Datong Auto Club, and there are some car fan types present, such as Wen Yan , Shao Bingran, and Li Zhengwen have all recognized this international, especially Asian first-line driver-Sato Ariharu.

And when the phrase 'no opponent' came out, everyone held their breath subconsciously, because everyone present could feel the man's relaxed aura of overlooking the heroes, and intuitively felt that he didn't think highly of this time The ZR game.

Cui Xian, who was standing outside the gazebo, subconsciously looked at Wei Sheng, remembering the reason why Wei Sheng refused to compete at the foot of Pengcheng Mountain that day.

He pursed his lips and smiled. He had no opponent. Was this the pride of a racing driver?

"Mr. Sato, don't worry, you will have an opponent." Li Zhengwen, who was sitting by the gazebo, suddenly swayed and patted his thigh twice, looked up at Yuji Sato and said with a deep smile.

Sato Yuji just glanced at him indifferently, perhaps just thinking that he was one of the righteously indignant people in this country, and did not answer.

But Min Hongbing was willing to pick up the conversation, he turned around and asked with a smile, "Brother, what do you mean by that?"

Li Zhengwen smiled lightly, "As far as I know, the four members of the Zhonghua team are all international drivers who have participated in the championship. Although Mr. Sato has the title of Asia's number one driver, he doesn't seem to be the world's number one driver, right? "He looked at the others as if to consult.

"Yes, yes, yes." Min Hongbing unscrewed the mineral water and nodded.

Li Zhengwen said, "Everyone is an international player, why don't you take others seriously?"

Sato Yuji smiled slightly after hearing these remarks. Fang Kang Jinlong mocked the interface, "Looking at the history of F1, the record for the fastest average speed to complete a race was 242.615 km/h created by Peter Gosin at the Monza circuit in Italy in 1971, and Mr. Sato was in Suzuka. The speed of the track was 227.587 km/h and won the first place in Asia. According to my investigation, the average speed of the four drivers of the Chinese team over the years is only between 200 and 210.”

"And what I want to explain for Mr. Sato is that he has never been arrogant, but only respects opponents who are enough to be called opponents!"

Kang Jinlong is a qualified fan, and this conversation seems to be just a discussion among car fans, and Sato Yuji never intervened from the beginning to the end.

Min Hongbing laughed disgustedly, "You mean, the reason why he is defiant is because we have no one he can call an opponent?"

Kang Jinlong said, "Don't put me on the line!"

Min Hongbing sneered, "You know what it is."

Kang Jinlong was furious, "Don't go too far, Minhong soldiers! The Chinese team is using the name of China, and they are all foreigners? Villenf is Canadian, Zongta is Brazilian, and Patton is French! Oh! , it’s reasonable for you to support foreigners, but I’m a traitor if I support Mr. Sato? Think about it for yourself!”

Seeing the two arguing endlessly in front of him, Yuji Sato undoubtedly flashed a trace of contempt in his eyes, he lowered his eyes and smiled softly, "Mr. Kang's words are indeed reasonable, which just shows that sports have no national boundaries... "

"There is no international distinction. The pre-race training of athletes from various countries is only for an Olympic gold medal every year? Mr. Sato, stop joking. I hope you can openly admit that our racers practice hard to gain a place in the field. Isn't it also where the glory lies?" Wei Sheng suddenly raised his voice and interrupted him.

That Fang Sato Yuji raised his eyes lightly, and saw that the woman who spoke was flirting with Kang Jinlong again, "I only respect opponents who are enough to be called opponents. Coincidentally, you, Mr. Sato, have a similar temperament to mine, which makes my hands itchy. I think it is better to hit the sun than to choose the day, since Mr. Sato came to our country, and it is also the Double Ninth Festival, let’s come to the nine-nine climb tonight, and you, the great god, will enjoy the joy with the people, how about it?"