Old Jim immediately thought that his boss was the first person to land on Mars, "You, your research on space suits has progressed from solid materials to fabrics?"

"What's so strange about this?" William lied with his eyes open. "The first product I sold publicly was a bulletproof suit.

It's been several years, and if I still can't develop any new products, then my life has been in vain these past few years."

Your life has been in vain, so haven’t I been sleepwalking for sixty years?

Old Jim shook his head, "Fortunately you are not interested in studying racing, otherwise the Aston Martin team would dominate F1.

While I have won countless honors with the team, this event has probably reached the end of its life, and those colleagues who rely on it will probably lose their jobs."

It only took William half a second to understand what these words meant.

When a tournament becomes dominated by one team, its appeal to the audience will plummet, or it will all focus on the champion.

If other teams have no spectators and can't win, no one will compete, which costs at least 50 million US dollars in event fees every year and an overall operation of 200 million dollars.

If this is the case, it will directly put tens of thousands of people out of work and indirectly affect the jobs of hundreds of thousands of people.

That being said, William won't really ruin the jobs of ordinary people, but that doesn't mean he doesn't want to win the championship.

"A few years have passed and the team has not even won the championship a few times, let alone the annual championship."

Old Jim was confused by William's words and hesitated, not knowing what to say.

Saying that the team has only been established for three years, is it normal that it cannot win the annual championship?

Even if old Jim wanted to retire and not want this job, he would not be so stupid as to say this.

Isn’t this a direct admission of incompetence?

"If the fuel control system can be improved to a higher level, we will definitely compete for the annual championship."

After speaking, Old Jim secretly looked at William's expression and saw that he just frowned, then continued, "If you are free, can you help the team upgrade the fuel control program?

In addition to the hardware and cooperation between drivers, engineers, and maintenance personnel, racing requires the most critical thing is the on-board fuel control system.

As long as you can refuel less than others, or control the fuel load in sync with changing tires,

That's equivalent to saving several seconds, maybe even ten seconds.

As long as we have new fuel control, I guarantee that next year I can at least be promoted to the top three, and it is not impossible to win the annual championship."

Fuel control? Even though William is a rookie, he understands that racing is all about time.

But the existence of Sunday is no longer a secret to Aston Martin.

"You haven't asked Abigail for help from Sunday?"

"Of course, Mr. Sean has applied to Miss Chas no less than ten times, but...",

Old Jim spread his hands, "We can only get calculation help when testing racing cars in the research laboratory of the head office.

Others, even the Aston Martin headquarters, cannot get more convenience."

When I think about this rule, it seems that I made it originally to avoid being spied on on Sundays.

William covered his ears and said, "On Sunday, can you upgrade the team's fuel control procedures?"

Sunday was silent for a few seconds, and then said, "Sir, the program has been upgraded, and you can try it yourself."

For Sunday, as long as there is complete data, upgrading the system program is not too simple.

"Head, head, head."

When William smiled, he heard the engineer who was inspecting his previous car rush over quickly and whispered to Old Jim,

"Our system has been hacked and tampered with, and," the engineer hesitated for a few seconds, "it seems,".

"It's a good thing, isn't it?" William said with a smile, "Is there time for the program to be upgraded?"

"Yes, yes, boss," the engineer replied in surprise, and Old Jim understood instantly.

Looking at William, he said, "You got it done so quickly?"

"How long will it take?" William chuckled, "It's just a fuel control procedure." He looked at the paparazzi and other media who had already entered the media area and were taking pictures here.

William waved his hand over there, causing a flash of light, and then heard a roar.

When I looked back, I saw Sol's racing car jumping out suddenly.

"Hell".

Seeing the car that was clearly going too fast and drifting, William covered his forehead and cursed in a low voice.

Sure enough, the car hadn't entered the main track yet, because Sol was not familiar with the steering wheel and refused to slow down.

In just two seconds, when the speed of the car reached 100 kilometers, the tires began to shake and hit the buffer bucket directly.

There was a loud "bang" sound, and water splashed everywhere. At the same time, the front of the car broke, and the body rolled twice before falling onto the bucket.

"God".

When you first started taking pictures, you were able to capture such a vivid picture? Is this God blessing everyone?

All the paparazzi and reporters wanted to jump into the track and take photos up close.

For a moment, the scene seemed to have stopped.

The staff was still awakened by a series of flashing lights, and then they tried to save people.

"Go and save people, go and save people."

Old Jim shouted to the engineer beside him and rushed forward quickly.

But before he had rushed a few meters, he saw a piece of debris flying out from the side of the racing car. Then everyone looked on in horror as Thor kicked the guardrail of the racing cab.

Cursing loudly, he stood up without saying anything, and slapped the frame of the car, sending the scrapped car several meters away and hitting the buffer wall of the track.

"Come on, God, this, this is possessed by Superman."

Only old Jim, who had heard William's nonsense, looked at Saul in shock, and then shouted to William with joy,

"Boss, I beg you, you must open this newly developed space suit to all racing drivers."

Old Jim, who returned to William, was so excited that he wanted to grab William's shoulders, but William, who didn't have a spacesuit, would pay attention to him.

He turned sideways to avoid the old man and walked in the direction of Sol.

"Boss, even if a suit costs 10 million pounds, there are many teams willing to buy it. The racing suit you transform from this space suit can sell for billions of pounds."

After hearing what Old Jim said, William couldn't help but quicken his steps while holding an umbrella, and shouted to Sol, "Stop, Sol."

Old Jim, who was chasing William, was immediately grabbed by Sean who rushed over after hearing the sound, "What space suit, what ten million pounds?"

The paparazzi and reporters who also heard the old man shouting immediately reacted and thought that William was the first person in space. Isn't it normal for him to come up with a new space suit?

I couldn't help but turn the camera on Old Jim.

But Old Jim, who was caught, seemed to have remembered the issue of confidentiality, and pulled Sean to explain in a low voice, making all the paparazzi and reporters hate him.

I can only use my talent of brainstorming and write in my notebook like crazy.

After pulling the cursing Sol away from the scene of the crash, William whispered to him, "When someone asks about it later, tell me that you are okay because of the racing suit you are wearing.

Lest these ordinary people panic because of what you just did."

"That's no problem." Seeing that William didn't blame himself for crashing the car, Solna still disagreed.

"No, I have to drive again. It was just because it was my first time to drive and I wasn't familiar with the steering wheel yet. It's not because I'm incompetent."

"Okay, okay, if you want to drive for a while, we might as well charter a yacht and call a group of goblins to let you drive as much as you want."

"No, no", Thor pulled William and shook his head. "I must learn to race, otherwise my friends in God's Domain will know about it and they will definitely laugh at me."

"On Sunday, let someone clean up the track." Sol pulled him away. William didn't care about a racing car. If he really wanted it, let him build it on Planet X17 on Sunday.

You can have as many cars as you want, there is no need to let Sol lose face because of this.

After spending a lot of time to let the track staff come over to clean up the track, William and Wilson stood next to a new racing car and looked at Soldao who was extremely focused.

"First follow Sunday's instructions and drive slowly for a few laps. Once you are familiar with the vehicle's performance and driving skills, you can then increase the speed."

"I understand, no problem, I can definitely do it."

Having learned a lesson from a failed start on the road, Sol was extremely cautious from the start this time and successfully turned out of the maintenance area at a turtle's speed.

But as soon as he entered the main track and his vision broadened, he picked up the speed following Sunday's prompt.

After half a circle, after turning five or six corners, Thor, who was used to flying with Mjolnir in his hand, increased his speed to more than 200 when entering the one kilometer straight.

Standing in the command area, William helplessly listened to Sol's shouting and thinking to himself, it seemed that there was no way he could save this racing car.

What pleased Wilson the most was that Saul, a guy who spoke freely, kept saying on the radio,

We must promote this kind of racing to Asgard and let the people of God's Domain know that besides fighting and drinking, they can have more fun.

After hearing these words, Old Jim's expression began to look strange.

If old Jim were younger and not the manager of his own team, William would definitely cast an oblivion spell on him.

He patted the old man wearing headphones and said with a smile, "There are always some things in our lives that we must forget, right?"

"That's right, that's right, boss."
To be continued...