"Uncle Zhang, who did you contact?"
Chen Xiangbei asked curiously.
"You'll know when the ti cos."
Zhang Zhicong left him hanging, as many things were not yet settled, and it was best not to give Chen Xiangbei too high of an expectation.
Soon, the R36 drove up to a small villa in the Midwestern District, a traditional affluent area of Hong Kong Island, and further up was the often-ntioned Half Mountain Villa District seen in TV series.
The two entered the villa's courtyard, and at the door stood a middle-aged woman around forty years old. Chen Xiangbei estimated her identity and politely greeted, "Hello, Auntie."
"Hello, Xiangbei, must have been tiring for you on the road."
Auntie Zhang greeted him with a full smile, her husband had been praising Chen Xiangbei to the skies recently.
As the saying goes, 'Love , love my dog,' she also had a good impression of this young man.
Following her into the house, the villa wasn't actually very large, with both floors adding up to less than two hundred square ters.
But in a place like Hong Kong Island, coupled with an affluent neighborhood, it was definitely considered a mansion.
Let's just say during this period of rapid economic growth, inco from the financial industry was really astonishing, helping Zhang Zhicong accumulate substantial family wealth.
After entering the house, Chen Xiangbei imdiately took out the prepared gifts from his backpack, including so specialties and souvenirs from the United Kingdom.
Seeing Chen Xiangbei's actions, Auntie Zhang's smile never faded. It wasn't about the value of the gifts; what elder doesn't like a polite and well-mannered junior?
No wonder Old Zhang valued Chen Xiangbei so much, he really had sothing special.
"Xiangbei, you're here for the competition, why bring so many things?"
Zhang Zhicong said sowhat helplessly.
Chen Xiangbei wasn't here to visit relatives; his priority was to focus entirely on the competition.
"It's my first ti visiting, I couldn't co empty-handed."
"Also, these are just small things, Uncle Zhang and Auntie, please don't laugh."
Hearing this, Auntie Zhang sighed and replied, "Old Zhang, if only our Xuer were half as sensible as Xiangbei."
"Why bring that up, Xiangbei hasn't even sat down yet, go check if the soup is ready."
Zhang Zhicong waved his hand, clearly not wanting to ntion family affairs.
"Xiangbei, you can sit and watch so TV, I'll let you taste my cooking at lunchti today."
"Alright, thank you, Auntie."
Chen Xiangbei nodded, then sat on the sofa with Zhang Zhicong, just as the sports channel was broadcasting a WRC rally competition.
"Xiangbei, I suddenly rembered sothing; Staler ntioned to a few days ago that you know how to rally race?"
"Huh?"
"Oh, I just play around with it."
Chen Xiangbei realized and responded nonchalantly.
Apparently, Emily had told her grandfather Staler about that day when he tried out the rally racing style in the Emily Fox RS.
"According to Staler, your level is not just fooling around, you've reached the standard of a professional driver."
Zhang Zhicong's tone was sowhat playful.
The fact that Chen Xiangbei could drive in Formula racing had already impressed him greatly.
Who would have thought this young man could also excel in rally racing to a professional level!
It's important to know that track racing and off-road racing have fundantal differences, and even if a Formula driver has a comprehensive foundation, driving any type of racing car shouldn't be too far off.
However, reaching the level of a professional driver as soon as you start is still a very challenging task.
Where did Chen Xiangbei learn his rally racing skills?
"Heh, that's an exaggeration, I've just driven around Nanyun Mountain a lot, and I'm pretty familiar with drifting techniques."
Zhang Zhicong was skeptical of this explanation.
Although Staler wasn't a racer, he had been in the racing industry for many years and wouldn't exaggerate. Plus, his granddaughter Emily was a Ford rally youth trainee, and evaluating Chen Xiangbei as a professional driver also carried high credibility.
Can you really get familiar with rally techniques just by mountain drifting?
But this kind of thing is hard to verify, so Zhang Zhicong could only say, "Xiangbei, if you really have a high rally talent, you might consider becoming more familiar with it, maybe even participate in this year's ROC National Cup in Yanjing."
This was the second ti Chen Xiangbei had heard of the ROC National Cup, and his response was still the sa.
"Uncle Zhang, I'll focus on driving Formula races first."
The results in the ROC National Cup, for a Formula driver, were rely icing on the cake and not a decisive factor.
"Of course, focusing on Formula driving is the priority."
"But Xiangbei, winning the ROC National Cup isn't just about the results; there's honor and national recognition as well."
"Many deeper things, you young people might not understand."
As soon as Zhang Zhicong finished speaking, Auntie Zhang ca out from the kitchen.
"Xiangbei, co eat."
Upon hearing Auntie Zhang calling, Chen Xiangbei and Zhang Zhicong got up and went to the dining table, where a Cantonese-style clay pot soup was placed in the center, surrounded by seven or eight dishes, making for a full table.
"Xiangbei, treat this like your own ho, don't be shy."
"Thank you, Auntie, for your hard work."
Chen Xiangbei responded with a smile and then sat down to start eating.
He originally planned to have a bite at the breakfast shop at the neighborhood entrance this morning, but after running into Hu Lingfei, he forgot about it and was indeed a bit hungry now.
At the dining table, Chen Xiangbei ate heartily, while Zhang Zhicong and Auntie Zhang kept putting food into his bowl.
Just when Chen Xiangbei was about seventy to eighty percent full, his phone rang, and he found it was a text ssage from Qin Lianjie.
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