He was not conspicuous, with almost no lights, but Hunter saw him at a glance.

Cacho opened the remarks very familiarly, igniting the audience's expectations for Hunter, and then reviewing the process from Hunter's first entry into Formula 1 to the continuous rise in rankings, and released several classic overtakings.

Hunter, who looked at the big screen, also showed a surprised expression.

The videos that were produced and connected were completed in one go, accompanied by music, making people's blood boil.

Hunter pointed to the big screen and said, "That...is that really me? Are you sure you didn't accidentally cut other drivers' races?"

"We are professional and will not make such mistakes." Mr. Cacho replied very seriously.

Hunter touched his head in surprise and whispered: "Oh... I'm so handsome!"

Although the sound was not loud, it was enough for Mr. Cacho and the front row audience to hear it. Everyone laughed for a moment.

"You are handsome," Mr. Cacho smiled.

This interview involved less professional content and focused more on Hunter's growth.

And while growing up, Hunter's father was inevitably mentioned.

In fact, when Hunter mentioned this man on such an occasion, he became a little nervous.

The public relations manager had prepared the manuscript for him a long time ago. He had remembered it, but he suddenly didn't want to say that.

He looked at Winston's position, and the other party looked at him. The gaze was different from all the eyes that looked at him.

Firm, powerful, yet calm.

It seems that when you walk in such a gaze, you can look at all the past calmly.

"I was originally ready to describe my father as a tragic hero who made me confident and brave, but he himself was defeated by failure... But in fact, if you think about it carefully, he is the same as all his fathers. He loves me, and he is still with me even when his career is at its most intense."

Hunter talked about his father's childhood attempts to cultivate his confidence in order to cultivate his self-confidence. Some of them were ridiculous, which made the audience laugh. Some of them were also very touching, and several male audiences who were already fathers also shone with tears.

At the end, when talking about his father's death, Hunter said: "I don't regret smashing all his bottles that time. I just regret not doing that earlier. He felt that everything had failed, but he could see who I am today as long as he was stronger. Am I... not worthy of being his lifelong achievement?"

When Hunter's words fell, the audience was filled with silence.

Mr. Cacho, opposite, suddenly applauded vigorously, and then the audience applauded together.

"I like real people and unmodified answers. Hunter's answer is really different from what he is going to tell me. I prefer this simple but more real story. After talking about your father, let's talk about your best friend Van Winston in Formula 1. Many media know that when interviewing, if Evan Hunter is mentioned, he will be willing to say a few more words. I don't want to ask how you met or have any interesting things to get along, because with the in-depth digging of Miss Audrey Wilson, many car fans already know. For Formula 1 fans, the previous twelve years were the era of Irving and Shire. Irving had long expressed his intention to retreat before this season, but when such a car fan was worried about losing focus, Winston entered like a sharp blade, and you gradually caught up to let everyone see the arrival of the next golden age."

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

Hunter: I want to lick your lips and bite your tongue.

Winston: That's it... I want to lick yours (beep-), push yours (beep-)
Chapter completed!