Chapter 80 Sumo
Therefore, as soon as the competition is held, it is extremely lively here.
Not only those who like racing, but also many sports that pursue limit and excitement. People who like this cool and handsome sport often come to watch the race.
At eight o'clock in the evening, many people had poured in from Jiulong Mountain.
There are many cars parked at the foot of the mountain, which almost block the way up the mountain.
Because there are regulations in the competition, other cars can't drive up the mountain except racing cars. If you want to go up the mountain to watch the competition, you need to buy tickets, and then special staff will go down the mountain to pick up people.
William Bryan doesn't need to buy tickets.
Because he is one of the organizers of this competition.
Of course, only Charlee Ford knows about it.
They got off the Rolls Royce in William Bryan and attracted the attention of a large number of racing drivers.
Racing drivers have an almost fanatical interest in cars, so when they see that they drive limited-edition luxury cars, almost everyone shows envious eyes.
"Sleeping in the trough, I didn't expect me to see this car here. The limited edition just released in the first half of the year is limited to ten cars worldwide."
"This man is not also a racing driver, is he? This boy is really handsome..."
"The female companion around him is also very beautiful, white and clean."
"He is not a racing driver. You don't even know him?"
"Who is this man?"
"William Bryan, the man who has promoted LA's GDP development for nearly ten years by himself."
"I heard that William Bryan married a fool, didn't he? Then the woman beside him..."
"It should be that fool."
"Really? This fool is so beautiful? Sleeping in the trough, I finally understand why William Bryan married her."
"Just a fool, how beautiful can it be? Hum."
"I think you are sour."
"…"
Racing drivers' circles are chaotic and their qualities are uneven.
They chatted with gossip, almost outspoken.
These unpleasant words fell into Charlee Ford's ears word for word.
Well, they praise themselves for being good-looking?
But now she looks after a little change of appearance and decoration, and she feels very plain.
However, she still shrank to William Bryan's side in fear: "Husband, are they all talking about us?"
William Bryan naturally heard these unpleasant words.
His eyes swept around coldly, exuding an aura of oppression.
The discussion around him suddenly became much smaller.
William Bryan pulled Charlee Ford to his side. "Don't be afraid, just follow me."
His voice just fell, and a modified white BMW drove down from the mountain.
People's attention shifted instantly.
"Isn't that Artest's chariot? He won the Speed Cup with this car last year."
"Lying in the trough, did Artest actually come?"
"Oh my God, my idol Artest, what's he doing down here?"
There was a commotion in the crowd.
In the eyes of everyone, the white BMW stopped, the door opened, and a fierce-looking man got off the car.
In the cool autumn season, he is still wearing an I-vest and a pair of loose black trousers. His bare muscles are vigorous and strong, and his whole body exudes strong hormone breath.
The women at the foot of the mountain burst into a little exclamation.
Artest cut his head, because his slightly square Chinese face made him look like he had just come out of prison through labor reform.
Charlee Ford thought this Artest looked familiar, but for a while he couldn't remember where he had met him.
After Artest got out of the car, his copper bell-like eyes looked around and finally fixed on William Bryan.
Then he walked quickly towards William Bryan.
Charlee Ford looked at him warily.
Until he approached, the original fierce expression suddenly changed, and respectfully said to Bai William: "Mr. Bai, you are here. I am sent by the boss to pick you up. My name is Artest."
"Hmm." William Bryan answered lazily.
At the moment, he was wearing a black jacket, and his black hair was somewhat messy by the wind on the mountain. A few strands of broken hair on his forehead covered his deep eyes, adding a bit of wild breath to him.
William Bryan reached out to take Charlee Ford's hand.
"Let's go."
Her hand is weak and boneless, and it is outrageous to be held by him.
William Bryan's mouth ticked unconsciously.
Charlee Ford didn't notice that he had been eaten tofu at all, and was led by him to sit in the car stupidly.
Until the white BMW roared off, everyone didn't react.
When you react, you can only say "awesome" silently in your heart.
Artest spoke to William Bryan in the car: "Mr. Bai, the boss is waiting for you on the mountain."
"Well, so he's taking part in today's competition?" William Bryan asked slowly, leaning back in his chair.
Artest shook his head: "This kind of small game, still don't need the boss to play in person, but the boss said if you like, he wants to..."
His words are awkward.
William Bryan understood what he meant.
He sneered faintly and did not speak.
Artest drove steadily and soon reached the top of the mountain.
The game started at ten o'clock in the evening, and there are still two hours left. There are almost no people on the mountain.
As soon as several people got off the bus, they saw a black Rolls-Royce parked on the starting line of the top of the mountain. The modified racing car was like a dormant beast, with smooth lines and bright colors, all of which showed how powerful the car was.
Charlee Ford looked at the car and frowned.
It really looks familiar.
William Bryan stood not far from the car and watched with a blank face.
Moments later, the car horn sounded, as if to say hello to William Bryan.
Then the car door was opened and a man dressed in a silver and blue racing suit stepped down from the car.
With his neat short hair, deep facial features, firm facial lines and slender stature, he walked slowly towards William Bryan with his helmet in his hand.
Charlee Ford raised his eyebrows.
This man …
"Mr. Bai, you are here at last." The man's tone seems to be somewhat cheerful.
William Bryan gave a "hmm" and replied lazily, "Bring me young mistress for a relaxation."
The man's eyes swept along his voice to Charlee Ford, but his pupils suddenly shrank.
"Young mistress?" He even repeated the question with some shock and uncertainty.
William Bryan's eyes flashed a touch of depth.
Charlee Ford glared at the man in front of him and gave him an obscure look.
Fortunately, he quickly recovered and quickly explained: "I didn't expect Mr. Bai to marry. Sorry, I was abrupt. I was just too surprised."
"Well," William Bryan replied lazily, introducing Charlee Ford, "his name is Sumo, the racer, and this is me, young mistress Charlee Ford."