"I drove."
"Get out of the car, let's go inside and take a look."
Zhang Zhicong patted Chen Xiangbei on the shoulder, then turned off the engine and was the first to push open the car door and get out.
Chen Xiangbei followed closely behind, walking one after the other into the entrance of the karting club with Zhang Zhicong. They could hear the roar of engines from afar, indicating that someone was training inside.
"Xiangbei, after handling the Huasi base in East Sea, I was so disheartened that I decided to leave the racing industry completely and to settle down as a professional manager."
"But seeing your performance in the Macau Grand Prix made me suddenly realize that Huasi Sports hadn't entirely failed. In the end, it did cultivate a Chinese racing team and discovered a genius driver like you."
"Maybe it's unwillingness, or perhaps an old man rekindling his youthful madness, that's why I founded this karting club."
