"Chen Xiangbei~~~!"
"Welco back to the country, Chen Xiangbei~~!"
"China’s number one, Asia’s strongest driver!"
"Look over here, Racing God Bei!"
It turns out, in front of enthusiastic fans, a baseball cap and mask are useless; in fact, they were especially conspicuous among the crowd at the airport arrival gate. That’s why TV is so deceiving...
In reality, to speak seriously, the fact that Chen Xiangbei can be recognized and have so many fans waiting for him at the airport.
The key reason isn’t the way he dresses, but dostic dia promotion.
The podium at the Australia Station caught the attention of the national propaganda machinery, already small but famous Chen Xiangbei received attention, even the pri ti CCTV news at 7 o’clock planned a special report on him.
It’s not an exaggeration to say, aside from so differences in audience groups, Chen Xiangbei is replicating the explosive fa once achieved by Yao Ming from a talent show.
Similarly fighting abroad, similarly in the top-tier competitions, Chen Xiangbei unexpectedly made it to the podium and showed the world his championship strength and potential, suggesting the birth of China’s next world-class sports superstar.
This global influence has, to so extent, surpassed Liu Xiang.
With the national-level propaganda campaign launched, Chen Xiangbei’s "light travel and disguise" seed sowhat childish; fans and the dia had already learned through various channels, waiting at the airport for his arrival.
After a brief surprise and shock, more than anything, Chen Xiangbei felt moved inside.
There’s a saying that only when you go abroad, can you truly appreciate the beauty of ho.
In this era, the feeling is even more profound.
Cold stares and mockery are indeed the motivation for Chen Xiangbei to beco stronger, but if possible, who wouldn’t prefer flowers and praise?
"Thank you, thank you."
Since his identity was already exposed, Chen Xiangbei simply took off his mask and kept waving to the scene to greet the fans.
"Xiangbei, let’s take a photo together~~!"
"Racing God Bei, give an autograph~~!"
"I’ve bought a lot of HRT Team rchandise; I’m your most loyal fan!"
[Team rchandise?]
Hearing this, Chen Xiangbei looked in the direction of the voice, noticing that many fans were holding team t-shirts, baseball caps, TF110 car models, proportional helts, and even his own action figures.
To be honest, Chen Xiangbei knew that Briatore, serving as the team manager, would definitely try every possible way to make money and comrcialize.
Yet, he didn’t expect him to move so fast!
In Chen Xiangbei’s understanding, in a few short months, Hua Bu, this old rogue, had to balance integrating team forces and personnel, assembling the second-hand wind tunnel transported from Ferrari, and communicating with Toyota.
Even if he wanted to comrcialize and make money, at most, it would be like football, selling baseball caps and shirts.
But now it seems, he underestimated Briatore’s desire and potential to make money; this guy didn’t only connect with South Arican giants, he also didn’t miss the dostic "harvest."
But then, another thought arose in Chen Xiangbei’s mind.
Could these be unauthorized knockoffs?
Of course, Chen Xiangbei didn’t have ti to verify these things, he could only adopt a co-one-co-all approach; whoever handed sothing to him would receive a scribbled autograph that even he couldn’t understand.
In the process, Chen Xiangbei saw a familiar face; it was Zhang Zhicong.
Before the flight, Chen Xiangbei only inford Zhang Zhicong about his early return to the country, thinking of visiting so elders once he arrived in Hong Kong.
After all, Huasi Sports is the starting point of his career, without Zhang Zhicong’s help, it wouldn’t have been possible for him to enter the F1 Paddock so quickly; one must not forget their roots.
Unexpectedly, with so many people "eting at the airport," Zhang Zhicong couldn’t even speak, only managing to squeeze in with great difficulty.
"Uncle Zhang."
Chen Xiangbei called out with delight.
Not having seen him for over half a year, he indeed missed him very much.
"You’ve grown up, Xiangbei."
Zhang Zhicong replied with a smile.
From an ordinary high school student to today’s nationwide sports superstar, Zhang Zhicong witnessed Chen Xiangbei’s growth, feeling imnse satisfaction inside.
After eting Zhang Zhicong, unsure how to escape the crowd, airport security ca to maintain order due to the situation, indirectly "rescuing" Chen Xiangbei and opening a safe passage.
Arriving at the underground parking lot, getting into the familiar Biscay Blue Volkswagen R36, Zhang Zhicong asked, "Xiangbei, tired from flying?"
"Not bad, I just slept lying down, and arrived in Hong Kong."
Chen Xiangbei flew business class, so he didn’t feel much.
"Since you’re in good shape, I’ll take you to a place."
"Where?"
"You’ll know when we get there."
Zhang Zhicong teased him and drove northwest.
As they drove, the surroundings beca increasingly rural, initially there were village houses, later vast farmlands could be seen.
In fact, Hong Kong isn’t the tiny place everybody perceives it as, it actually contains large undeveloped areas, preserving inner-city villages or rural states, like the famous Yuanlang District for example.
While Chen Xiangbei was puzzled, the Volkswagen R36 stopped in front of a gate; the sign above read "Huasi Karting Club."
"Uncle Zhang, is this..."
Chen Xiangbei was stunned; he truly hadn’t expected Zhang Zhicong would bring him to a karting club, especially one nad Huasi!
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