Chapter 127 Fuji Speedway
The white GT-R R35 was running on the elevated road. Inside the car, Lin Nian and Mandy both silently grabbed the armrests of the car and watched the GT-R angrily weaving through the traffic. The tailfire exploded one after another while the engine roared. One car after another was left behind.
"Drive slowly." Even Lin Nian couldn't help but remind Liang Yi, who was expressionless in the driver's seat. They had already passed no less than five red lights before getting on the elevated road, causing quite a traffic chaos. Fortunately, This car didn't have a license plate, otherwise the owner would have fainted in tears at the Tokyo Motor Vehicle Administration Office.
"I know the owner of the car very well, so it doesn't matter if I get hit." As Ryoichi spoke, he stepped on the accelerator again. The strong push on his back pushed Mandy, who was about to adjust her sitting position, back into the seat, her face tense.
"I can tell, otherwise he wouldn't lend you this car." Lin Nian glanced at the decorations in the car. There was a crystal box pendant hanging under the windshield, and the photo inside was a A man wearing a racing driver's uniform was holding a trophy. When they were visiting the owner of this car, the other party saw the man Ryoichi throwing the car keys over without asking anything.
"Where are we going?"
"We're almost there." Ryoichi glanced out the car window and got off the elevated road. Unknowingly, they were far away from the bustling city. After more than an hour's drive, they were far away from Shinjuku and had already approached the most iconic place in Japan - Mount Fuji. .
"The capital of Bliss is in Mount Fuji?" Lin Nian asked.
"No, I don't know where Bliss Fengdu is. I don't even know what kind of place it is. But I may know someone somewhere who knows the specific information about Bliss Fengdu." Liang Yi pointed to the distance and motioned Lin Nian to look.
"Fuji International Circuit?" Lin Nian saw the huge building, the looming track and the iron fence. Countless vehicles gathered in the huge parking lot, and many young people gathered together and sat on the hood to light up. The headlights are on, and the car doors are open and restless pop music is playing.
"A holy land for racing drivers, with a track length of more than 4,000 meters and 16 corners, it is enough for all types of racing cars to step on the accelerator and squeeze out the performance." Ryoichi said.
"Do you think the secret of Bliss Fengdu is hidden in a group of racing cars?" Lin Nian felt that this inference was a bit unrealistic.
"No, racing drivers are not the only people who come here." Ryoichi stared at the entrance of the International Circuit: "There are many rich people in Tokyo. In order to show their financial strength, they generally tend to satisfy their desire for expensive and superior performance when choosing cars. Older people pay more attention to external power, so they buy Maybach and Rolls-Royce, while young people are chasing speed and exaggerated appearance, so super sports cars naturally become their best choice. But super sports cars are not the only choice. It’s hard to show performance in the city, so the rich second generation can only come here to indulge their addiction to racing.”
"What you are looking for is not a racing driver, but a rich second generation." Lin Nian understood the purpose of Liang Yi's trip.
"I know very little about Bliss Fengdu, but I heard about this place once in a top nightclub during a certain mission. I only know that it is a very extravagant and extravagant place. Even a Bodhisattva will shed tears and pray for the uncleanness of the world when he sees it. If you want to find a gold-selling cave like this, it’s the perfect place to interrogate a group of wealthy second-generation people who have a lot of money and no place to burn it." Ryoichi said lightly.
Lin Nian lowered his head slightly. His anger not only did not make the man next to him lose his mind, but instead stimulated him to calm down.
But he understands that this calmness is sometimes limited, just like ice sealing hot flowing molten liquid. Soon the hidden boiling matter will burn out and burn the people around him.
"Drive to the parking lot?" Lin Nian asked. When they passed the parking lot, many people who knew cars whistled and cast envious glances.
"No, let's go inside. These guys gathered outside are all low-class people. The real rich second generation are inside. The venue has been booked all day today." Ryoichi said and drove to the entrance of the racing track. The security and control personnel came forward to prepare for questioning, but when the flashlight hit the hood of the GT-R, they all looked stunned and took a few steps back with respect and let it pass.
"Who is the owner of this car?" Lin Nian couldn't help but ask when he saw the staff member's reaction.
"The champion of the last supercar championship took over commercial performances and advertisements. He was very popular in relevant circles and could be regarded as a pilgrim-level figure. However, before he became famous, he borrowed illegal loan sharks from the underworld. I I happened to help him solve that matter when I was on a mission with Team Leader Yilong. After that, he said that I could come to him to solve any problems with the car. I asked him if he had any cars that could be driven into the private parking lot at Fuji Speedway tonight. At the party, he threw the keys to this car over," Ryoichi said. Under the illumination of a security flashlight, a head-sized logo was printed on the front of the GT-R. The driver's name and a golden crown were clearly painted on the body.
The GT-R's engine hummed low as it gradually drove to the edge of the track. All the floodlights in the arena were turned on. The sound of the supercar's roaring engine and the sound of tires rubbing against the ground when drifting could be heard in the distance. Several The young people were leaning against the luxury cars on the edge of the track, looking at the cars racing in the arena and cheering.
Ryoichi hit the accelerator a few times, and the exhaust pipe burst into flames like a cannon. The huge sound immediately attracted the attention of the young people. After seeing the GT-R, everyone was stunned for a moment with expressions of disbelief. There was even a yellow-haired man holding a racing helmet who shook his hand and shamelessly flung the helmet into the audience, taking three steps and two steps at a time. He ran over, closed the half-opened car window, and spoke a lot of words in Japanese that Lin Nian didn't even understand.
"Look at the person clearly before you speak." Liang Yi, who was in the driver's seat, took out a piece of toilet paper and slapped it on Huang Mao's face, thus quelling the other person's excitement.
Huang Mao grabbed the toilet paper on his face and glanced at Ryoichi who was holding the steering wheel. He tried his best to dig his head in and looked at the rear seat. After seeing Mandy, he raised his eyebrows and whistled subconsciously. Ryoichi pressed the button. The key was raised and the car window was clamped, causing the guy to let out a yelp before pulling his head out.
"Who are you? Where is Mr. Fukuoka? Why are you driving Mr. Fukuoka's car? Is it stolen?" Huang Mao rubbed his head and looked at Xiang Liang angrily, asking four questions in succession.
"I'm a friend of the car owner. I heard there was a party here tonight so I borrowed the car to come over and have fun." Ryoichi lowered the car window and looked directly at Huang Mao: "Are you the one who reserved the venue at Fuji Speedway today?"
"Ah, I'm not. It's my friend over there who booked the venue. You are Mr. Fukuoka's friend, what do you call him?" Huang Mao's expression became friendly instantly, and he leaned against the car window to get close to him without taking a moment to remember. Mandy in the back seat waved hello.
"Okubo Ryōichi."
"Okubo-kun, this is the first time we meet, just call me Suzuki." Huang Mao stretched out his hand and shook Ryoichi's hand: "I was wondering why Mr. Fukuoka, who is known as a national treasure racing driver, suddenly appeared here. It turned out that he was lending his car to someone else. Well, to be able to borrow this GT-R, Okubo-kun must have a good relationship with Mr. Fukuoka, right?"
"It's not bad. I can speak a few words and help a few times." Liang nodded.
"How is Mr. Fukuoka's health lately? Several of our friends have admired him for a long time. Can we please invite him to attend our party next time in Tokyo?" Huang Mao rubbed his hands, with no trace of admiration on his face. Without hiding it, Lin Nian, the co-pilot, saw it and thought to himself that this is how SpongeBob reacted when he saw the 'Mermaid Warrior and Penguin Boy'.
"I found him in a nightclub when I found him. He was forty-five years old and could still call out three bartenders. He must be in good health." Ryoichi said, "I knew there was a car club here earlier today. Now, The purpose of coming here is firstly to make friends, and secondly to ask some important questions for Mr. Fukuoka.”
"Since it's Mr. Fukuoka's problem, it's my problem. I've always been a loyal fan of Mr. Fukuoka. I couldn't have watched more than a hundred times when he set a lap record of 1:22 at Fuji Speedway. All over!" Huang Mao patted his chest and walked to the front to guide the way: "If you have any questions, just ask me and my friends. I'm not bragging. There is really nothing we don't know in Tokyo."
"Then Suzuki-kun, do you know what kind of place Ji Le Feng is?" Ryoichi asked coldly, looking at Huang Mao's back.
Huang Mao, who was walking in front, suddenly paused unnaturally for ten minutes, and turned around with a blank look on his face: "Blissful Fengdu? Where is that place? I haven't heard of it, I don't know. You are not here to ask questions about cars. ?"
Lin Nian and Liang Yi glanced at each other, with the same look in each other's eyes - they were in the right place.