Car Racing without Money

Chapter 701 - 280: So What If I Rub It in Their Faces? (Part 3)

Car Racing without Money

Chapter 701 - 280: So What If I Rub It in Their Faces? (Part 3)

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Chapter 701: Chapter 280: So What If I Rub It in Their Faces? (Part 3)

"Xiangbei, what’s wrong?"

Lu Xiaoman approached and asked.

"Those Koreans, damn double standards!"

Chen Xiangbei couldn’t help but bitterly complain.

Even if I curse, so what? Didn’t they curse too?

Whether it’s the onlookers at the scene, the online commentary, or the recent interview with Yonhap News Agency.

It’s as if this group of people had collective amnesia, completely forgetting what happened before Chen Xiangbei kicked out.

Upon hearing this, Lu Xiaoman could probably guess what had happened.

She rested a hand on Chen Xiangbei’s shoulder, teasingly saying, "Feeling angry?"

Originally, Chen Xiangbei was a bit fired up, but seeing Lu Xiaoman’s expression made him calm down immediately.

"It’s fine, the Koreans are so bad that besides words, they don’t even have the ability to provoke me."

Among the three East Asian countries, if Japan has a complete racing industry and system, China is like a backward student with a bias, but South Korea doesn’t even qualify to sit at the table.

No matter how weak Chinese racing is, at least in the formula system, it has made some noise, produced an F1 driver, and won the Le Mans 24 Hours endurance race.

As for South Korean drivers, besides a mixed-race Han Shilong, there’s no second one to be found!

And Han Shilong only substituted for one race with the Williams Team, not even considered a formal driver, let alone a third reserve driver.

What level is this, that it deserves my anger?

"Very good, don’t let external opinions easily affect your emotions. Maybe the Yonhap News Agency has such an agenda."

"Then why did you want me to accept the interview?" 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Chen Xiangbei asked unexpectedly, as if Sister Xiaoman knew what the Korean host would ask.

"Because I know you won’t get humiliated."

"And I prefer seeing that situation where the outside world can’t stand you but can’t take you down."

"It feels great!"

Hearing this response left Chen Xiangbei somewhat speechless.

After a moment, he quietly threw out a sentence.

"Sister Man, you’re a bit twisted..."

The interview with Yonhap News Agency didn’t create much of a stir. In the evening, after returning to his room, Chen Xiangbei opened his laptop and, based on the day’s walk around the track, tagged and annotated the corners of the Lingyan Circuit.

As the saying goes, a good memory is not as good as a bad pen. Each marker point helps Chen Xiangbei better remember the track’s characteristics.

Moreover, Perez returned very late from the pits and looked at Chen Xiangbei with an extremely complicated expression.

Many things can only be understood after experiencing them yourself to comprehend the difficulty within.

Previously, if he was amazed by Chen Xiangbei’s adaptability, wondering if this guy might be a talent freak,

then now Perez can confirm that Chen Xiangbei will definitely become a rising superstar in the F1 arena.

He’s not just behind by three races, but by an unimaginable talent gap!

Of course, acknowledging one’s own weakness doesn’t mean Perez is willing to "surrender."

If you don’t even have the courage to challenge and wield your sword, then you shouldn’t aspire to become an F1 driver. You’ll never stabilize that highest podium in your lifetime.

This is why Perez returned so late. He also wants to rely on his efforts to make progress!

A night passed, and it was Friday, the day of the South Korean Grand Prix.

The Lingyan Circuit was teeming with people, with over 100,000 fans coming from all over the world, most of them local South Korean spectators.

They came not only to watch the race but also to let the Chinese Kid feel the power of South Korea!

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