"Chen Xiangbei is aweso!"
"Getting pole position like this is truly beyond comprehension."
"This is absolutely fantastic, I ask who dares to underestimate Chinese driver Bei!"
"That’s right, who would dare!"
"Rember, the strongest driver of the new generation is not Magnussen, his na is Chen Xiangbei!"
A countless number of cheers erupted from the stands; the Chinese fans at the venue were simply going wild.
Costa was at the cool-down lap at this mont, and from afar, he saw the spectators on the main stand rise up in cheers, mistakenly thinking they were celebrating him.
"Team, has the countdown for the qualifying ended? Have I beco the new holder of the pole position record at Donington Park Circuit?"
Costa’s tone carried an uncontrollable excitent, he hardly believed that Chen Xiangbei could surpass his 1 minute 08 seconds 137 ultimate lap ti in the last lap with a burst of speed; it was definitely a Renault-level "Circle of God."
"The countdown for the qualifying has ended."
The sound of the engineer from the Manor Team ca through the earphones, but the tone sounded very calm.
Instantly, Costa felt a sense of dread; he knew that when he ran the fastest lap, not even the noise-cancellation in the earphones could suppress the celebration from the team mbers in the pit.
Now that he was getting pole position, it shouldn’t be this quiet.
The engineer’s next answer validated Costa’s thoughts.
"Unfortunately, Costa, the pole position goes to Chinese driver Bei, who was faster than you by 0.06 seconds, with a fastest lap of 1 minute 08 seconds 131, becoming the new holder of the pole position record at Donington Park Circuit."
Upon hearing the engineer’s reply, Costa was completely dumbfounded.
He never expected that relying on his teammates for the slipstream, Chen Xiangbei would still be faster than him.
How did he manage to do it?
"Impossible, is there a mistake in the lap timing?"
Costa found it hard to accept this reality and wanted to verify it again.
"The lap timing is accurate, Bei used the ’tow car strategy’ for the last flying lap, and his teammate Kobayashi Shuji also provided him with slipstream."
Slipstream, huh?
Even knowing the answer, Costa still felt sowhat broken down.
He had already managed to perform without mistakes, even with teammates providing slipstream, Chen Xiangbei shouldn’t have been faster than him!
"Mr. Staler, it’s no wonder you could invest in the Williams Team back in the years, discovering several world-champion-level drivers, your eye for people is indeed astonishing."
"Bei, he possesses the qualifications to beco an F1 team test driver."
Looking at the rail cheering, Jas comnted to Staler.
Just over half an hour ago, almost everyone believed Staler was crazy for money, selling the test driver’s seat to a new guy from China.
Fact proved, Staler had advanced foresight!
Yet, upon hearing these words, Staler shook his head and responded.
"Jas, it’s not my unique vision, but rather that you were looking at Bei with stereotypes and prejudices."
"Or to put it another way, if Bei were a British person and had achieved pole position and station win at Renault’s first race, would you be questioning and opposing his becoming a test driver so easily?"
Staler’s question left Jas montarily speechless.
Even he, who maintains neutral comntary, couldn’t avoid looking at Chen Xiangbei with tinted glasses, not to ntion the ordinary fans and spectators.
"China’s formula racing foundation is weak, but that doesn’t an they will never produce great drivers. If that were the case, Brazil wouldn’t have Senna, and Argentina wouldn’t have Fangio."
"I won’t use nationality or race to judge a person; on the contrary, it was Bei who conquered with his potential and skills."
At that mont, Staler’s expression was very serious; he wasn’t uttering any perfunctory remarks, but rather demonstrating his principles through actions.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been swayed by Zhang Zhicong back then, investing real money into Huasi Sports in China, striving to create an oasis in the barren land of formula racing.
Staler’s past investnt didn’t succeed, but now he sees hope for the revival of his ideals in Chen Xiangbei!
The current focus within the paddock wasn’t actually on Jas and Staler; the event journalists had already begun to enter the pit lane in droves, intending to interview the drivers and get firsthand post-race information.
Among them, the first to enter was Magnussen, who beca the focal point for the reporters.
"Magnussen, you ranked third in this qualifying race, do you have anything to say about this?"
"Kevin, as the most renowned talent of this session, you’ve consecutively failed in two qualifying races, can you accept this outco?"
"Your rivals, Costa and Bei, both adopted the double-car collaboration for slipstream to achieve extraordinary fastest lap tis; do you have any similar strategies or thoughts?"
Magnussen’s racing style has always been wild and reckless; however, he wasn’t known for foul-mouthing, unlike other notorious vandals in the paddock, his dirty tactics weren’t overtly ostentatious.
But this ti, Magnussen felt sowhat aggrieved by his loss.
Unable to hold back, he took the microphone and replied: "Our team has never discussed this strategy, and personally I don’t think it should be done."
"Compared to sacrificing my teammate for better results, I prefer to stand shoulder to shoulder with my teammates as a team, focusing on each of our races and results."
"You know (you understand)."
Magnussen didn’t explicitly state it, but what he wanted to convey was quite clear.
It was that both Costa and Chen Xiangbei were willing to use their teammates as tools to exploit for their achievents.
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