He thought of Winston's words and suddenly felt that all this was extremely terrifying.

"What?" Winston chuckled and gently tapped his lower lip with his finger. "You definitely don't remember how you bit me, right?"

Ah... it's bleeding...

It hurts even if you think about it!

"The skills of your loved ones really need to be improved. I really don't think you can give any beautiful nights to any woman."

Winston turned his face and stretched the lines of his neck. On the side, Hunter saw a small deep red mark.

"This...is this my kiss?"

"Do you think this is my kiss?"

Winston's lips had an almost undetectable smile, but his voice was so cold.

Hunter suddenly felt that he was extremely guilty, and he really wanted to kneel under the other party's casual pants.

But it's too late.

"I'll trouble your little Hunter to stay calm these days. Goodbye to our track."

After saying that, Winston left.

Hunter stood in a daze, still unable to digest all this.

"I'm going to die! I'm going to die!"

Originally, I didn’t make it to the top five after three consecutive stops, so at most I just danced a striptease for Winston! Hunter had already thought about it, but at worst I could do a street dance in underwear.

But now... if this stop is...

He should not be the guy from Winston... The scale of this bet is too big...

Then Hunter felt stupid.

Winston was obviously threatening him, putting pressure on him, hoping that he could take the game seriously. Hunter's drunkenness during the season was definitely an unprofessional behavior in Winston's opinion.

This guy must be very strict in self-management, but he cannot put this strictness on his friends.

Oh my God, it would be better to throw the hair dryer into the bathtub and electrocute yourself now!

When I went to bed at night, Winston's words "If you can't make the top five in this race, I will stuff it into your mouth" kept echoing in his mind.

Hunter began an irrelevant association... For example, how old is Winston Jr.? For example, what happened after he got drunk?

He only vaguely remembered that he was crazy, everything he cared about, felt embarrassed, and embarrassed were thrown behind his head because of alcohol. It seemed that something was pulling him and seducing him... made him become less like himself.

Hunter pressed his head hard, and it turns out that alcohol was terrible.

Hunter was not the only one who was in a state of depression after getting up on this day, but also team manager Marcus, driver McGrady, and public relations manager.

But Marcus still cheered up and held a meeting for everyone, because a new power unit director would join the Marcus team.

"Hey, Hunter, when you meet Dr. Shen, please be kinder, don't be so reluctant, okay?"

"Do I seem unfriendly?" Hunter raised his eyes.

"You don't seem unfriendly, you just look hopeless." Marcus sat down next to Hunter helplessly, "Listen, I'm the same as you... I feel like Japanese sake is poured into my mind, but Dr. Shen is really important."

Although Hunter admires the R&D staff very much, he has never shared the same language with them. Dr. Shen should also speak all the data that he can't understand.

"I just want to know, can that Dr. Shen make me enter the top five in this race?"

"He...maybe it can." Marcus thought seriously.

Hunter was refreshed and looked at Marcus incredibly.

"You have never been so confident about anyone! You are not fooling me, right?"

Marcus sighed: "Hunt, you should know that the current Formula One no longer relies on drivers' driving skills alone?"

"Well... the racing performance ranks first. Only geniuses like me can drive your car to compete with those big teams!" Hunter did not forget to expand himself.

"Yes." Marcus admitted this very calmly. "In fact, last year, our power unit technical director wanted to leave. Because of his old friendship, he barely stayed, and I also began to look for someone to replace him. But people with real experience and R&D capabilities have long been poached by a large convoy!"

"Yes. You can't afford that annual salary at all." Hunter pointed to himself, meaning "My annual salary is at the bottom."

Marcus said funnyly: "Do you think I don't know that the Red Bull team drove you 750,000?"

Hunter was stunned: "How did you know?"

"You little guy are quite calm. You didn't even run away in front of me to use someone to poach as a bargaining chip, and ask me to give you an annual salary."

"If you have really rich, I will talk to you about the annual salary! If you can't even afford to buy pants, wouldn't I force you to take medicine when I talk to you about the annual salary?"

"What medicine?"

"A medicine for treating neurosis!" Hunter looked as if he was taken for granted.

Marcus resisted the urge to beat him up: "Don't worry, you can continue to ensure this situation, and the dividend will definitely make you more than one million."

Hunter opened his eyes wide: "Really?"

"Really...hey, we are not talking about you, it's Dr. Shen!"

"Then let's talk back to Dr. Shen and continue talking about him!"

Hunter, who heard that the money would not be short at the end of the season, was immediately very energetic.

"He is a Chinese and went to the United States with his sister to study for his doctorate degree. Dr. Shen gave me some of his Formula One design concepts, and he told me that these ideas had been brewing in his brain for many years. He has been a fan of F1 cars since his middle school years! My feeling at that time was that although the halo of MIT was dazzling, so many papers published made me feel that he was better at theory than practical Formula One..."

"so what?"

"So I think it's necessary to have an interview! Just at the Montreal Station in Canada, I was sitting in a hotel restaurant and chatting with Dr. Shen. I suddenly felt that many of his ideas not only fit our competition needs, but also practical and not a conceptual theory. But I was still very hesitant. The annual salary he offered was similar to our current power unit director."

"Oh...so you can't bear to bear the money again?" Hunter sighed.

"Hey - this is a reasonable consideration! You stinky little guy!"

"Okay, even if... consider it reasonably... so Dr. Shen lowered his annual salary requirement later?"

"No, he didn't lower his annual salary requirement, I agreed to his annual salary." Marcus raised his head and exhaled, "because Winston happened to be at the hotel reception desk at that time. He said Ferrari would hire him three times the salary."

"You believe what Winston said?" Hunter looked at him with his head tilted.

"Isn't he more credible than you?" Marcus asked back.

Hunter looked helpless: If you knew what he said to me when he left my room this morning, would you still think he was trustworthy?

"I really feel that I have made a profit now! Dr. Shen completed the adjustment of the power unit in just one month. Luke's steering speed increased by 0.1 second during the test drive, not only that... Do you know that his sister is also a PhD student in Mechanical Mechanics and Aerodynamics at MIT?"

"Of course I don't know."

"She is now our suspension system engineer! Do you know how awesome the dynamic suspension system was back then?"

"I know! Because it's so awesome, F1 lost the meaning of the game and was directly banned by the FIA."

"Her newly submitted variable suspension system has been officially confirmed by FIA. It solves the problem of front downturn when braked through brake torque, which is part of the suspension system rather than an aerodynamic package."

"Really?" Hunter was a little confused.

"Really! You have to feel this free practice match! You don't know how much Luke envies you and McGrady!"

At that moment, Hunter suddenly felt that he was resurrected!

If the racing performance improves, maybe he can really enter the top five again?

At this time, the sound of the suitcase being dragged in the corridor outside the room came from.

"They are here!" Marcus's head, filled with sake, suddenly woke up, rushed to the door, opened the door, hugging the black-haired young man standing at the door, "Oh... you are finally here! I thought you would miss the free practice match!"

"How is that possible! I also want to hear Hunter tell us if he likes the debugging of me and Xi."

This was the first time Hunter saw Chen Chuan. It was a pretty young-looking black-haired young man with gentle eyes and a wise but absolutely not sharp smile.

He wore a simple T-shirt and jeans, and he could not see the old-fashioned and overly persistent displeasure of the R&D staff.

Hunter took the initiative to stand up and stretched out his hand to the other party: "Hello, I am Evan Hunter...the racer of the Marcus team."

"Hello, I am Chen Chuan, the new director of power unit. This is my sister Chen Xi." Chen Chuan smiled and turned to the side. Hunter then realized that there was a petite girl standing behind him.

She held the suitcase with one hand and looked at Hunter with her head tilted. She was clearly wearing old-fashioned black-framed glasses, but her eyes were brighter.

"Hello, Hunter. My elder brother and I watched you race at Silverstone. It's a pity."

So cute! So cute!

Hunter opened his eyes widened, and the girl in front of him seemed to be able to easily let her sit on her shoulders! The big eyes were serious, reminding Hunter of the cartoon "Alare" I watched when I was a child!

"Yes, I've had a tire blowout!" Hunter said.

"After the tire blowout, you're almost trapped, but you can still catch up to eighth place. Your driving skills are unquestionable. If you were driving a racing car designed by my brother and I, you should be able to reach seventh or sixth place." The girl named Chen Xi raised her glasses upwards.

"Xiu really likes you. After watching the Silverstone race that day, she said she really wanted to be your racing engineer. I admire you very much. I asked myself countless times, if I were you, would I experience an unfavorable tire blowout after an unfavorable ranking but refused to give up chasing to the end? The answer is, I will do it too. I think you and I are the same kind of person. I hope one day you can win the championship in our racing car."

Hunter looked at Chen Chuan's eyes and found that he was different from those who said nice words. He was very sincere and every word was true.

"Okay, then you are my brother!" Hunter stretched out his fist to Chen Chuan. He thought Chen Chuan would not react, but he didn't expect that Chen Chuan would lightly fight boxing with Hunter.

From lunch to dinner, Hunter and Shen Chuan could go from various problems that might occur when turning the racing car to the acceleration of overtaking straight roads. Chen Chuan is not only a patient listener, but he can even use the simplest and most vivid metaphor to Hunter, without the so-called senior engineer's airs.

"Do you think... can I really make the top five this time?" Hunter asked them seriously.

"I can't tell that you are so unconfident? Or are you not confident in us?" Chen Chuan laughed out loud.

"No, this question is very important. I won't be able to enter the top five, I would rather be struck to death by lightning!"

"Even if you really can't make it into the top five, the probability of being struck by lightning is very small..." Chen Xi, who has been focusing on studying the structure of fruit waffles, said.

"During the free practice game, you will know it after feeling it." Chen Chuan patted Hunter's shoulder and comforted him.

For some reason, Chen Chuan said anything with a calm and unbelievable power.

"However, if you can't even enter the top five of me and I upgrade the racing car for you, I will build a machine that will directly hit you to death." Chen Xi cut the waffles with a knife, and the strawberry jam flowed out like blood.

"Haha, your sister is really good at joking!"
To be continued...