Desert Sea Extre Rally Race.
For those who know the inside story well, just seeing these words already brings pain.
It's like those strears seeking traffic choose to hike or ride all sorts of chaotic tools to the plateau, the sun and wind are just minor issues. The mont you decide to take the first step, agony accompanies each breath.
In this world, leave Central City a hundred miles away, and you're in the wilderness.
It's even an area too harsh for beasts.
Humans live depending on civilization. Once removed from civilization, even fleeting visitors will face nature's and disasters' cruel tornt.
If you only overlook from the Flying Airship, those fleeting glimpses are rely a dull landscape, but truly being there, let alone hiking, even asuring by car wheels faces endless problems.
Food, water sources, supplies, maintenance, dicine, heating...not to ntion, trials and challenges from the world!
This line running through the Federation even doesn't have a set route. Due to frequent outdoor disasters, it's actually changing yearly, and sotis in past events, no one has finished.
Extre cold and heat zones, ice fields and deserts, salt lakes, acid rain, earthquake belts, mud and swamps...
Across the entire route, except for a few major cities and so gathering places, it's all extre environnts ravaged by disasters, within a thousand miles there's deserted wilderness.
Moreover, there's harsh race system and almost non-existent rules.
No route survey, no timing and ti control, not even cumberso rules and detailed treaties and regulations, only the most basic stage timing. After the race starts, what you need to do is by any ans necessary get from one end to the other. Even if you have to hand-crank the tire, you must climb to the finish line.
The winner takes all, losers eat dust!
Testing manufacturers' design, craftsmanship, maintenance, driver quality, endurance, vehicle quality and workmanship...and crucially, luck!
Its difficulty is no longer simple speed contest, but challenges to the limits and impossibility.
That's why it's loved and watched by so many enthusiasts, even revered as an altar, awaiting the arrival of one new god after another.
Compared to the world's malice, not just ordinary people, even the Chosen One appears so small.
Because of difficulty, so choose to challenge.
Among the Twelve Superior, Ascension is first, Ruins last, one represents spirit, the other matter. This mirrors the battle between spirit and matter, the entanglent between Ascension and Ruins, this desire for Ascension deeply rooted within all beings and the vast, cruel material world collide, sparking dazzling sparks and light.
Endlessly chasing limits!
In the division of Desert Sea Rally Race, eight according to cylinder displacent, sixteen in original and modified factions, cover all models used for wilderness operations.
Over years, naturally ford different branches and levels, among them the top tier, most watched and pursued, the above 2000CC group of the modified class, has always been the Army enterprises' private turf!
No matter how much you boast, or buy traffic, reality remains reality, those who can pass are masters, those who can't remain just the whining of small talents.
PVP gas' victory and defeat have so many supporters, jesters, or haters, let alone genuine competitions.
If before, Coastal Automobile Factory was just on the edges, now by choosing to participate, it's equivalent to drawing swords against all peers in the military circuit.
Strong or weak, tall or short, we'll see results!
Thus, overestimating oneself, launching a challenge...
At this mont, in the conference rooms of Echo Technology or Sky City Industry and such, instead there was silence and deathly stillness.
No one was at the high main seat anymore.
In the middle of the eting, news ca from Central City.
Conveyed by the Federation Security Departnt's secretaries or staff the final result of the conversation.
Fight!
There has to be a loser.
Shang Tongwen listened silently, hearing the voice on the other end, only after a long ti slowly said: "I understand."
But the voice was so hoarse and deep, even he didn't anticipate.
Like being burned by anger.
After hanging up, he slowly turned back and said to the secretary: "Tell those nad Gao, if they still want to stay out now, forget the at, even the soup bowl is gone. By then, they should wait to kneel and beg others for bones to eat!"
The secretary nodded and hurried off.
Only Shang Tongwen was left to slowly return to the conference room, everyone else had already wisely dispersed, no one dared stay to be an eyesore, and in the deathly stillness, he stared at the screen's last transmitted ssage, looking at that young face that was incredibly frustrating, expressionless.
The secretary suddenly knocked and entered: "Mr. Shang, call from the governor's mansion..."
"I will reply later, tell the Governor everything's normal."
"Mr. Shang, a call from ho." Another person pushed in anxiously: "Very urgent, Second Lord hopes you reply soon."
"Mr. Shang, the Cosmos called an urgent eting..."
"Mr. Shang, the Central Military Departnt..."
"Mr. Shang..."
"Get lost!!"
In the deathly stillness, Shang Tongwen could no longer control himself, turning back and roaring.
Those eyes were filled with bloodshot veins, like a ferocious beast choosing soone to devour.
"Back when everyone was stuffing themselves to the brim, no one said anything. Now that their plates can't be protected, they're urging others to risk their lives?" Shang Tongwen reprimanded, "Where the hell were they early on? When I said we couldn't just watch Lv Yingyue grow stronger, what were they doing then? Eating shit?!"
No one responded.
No one dared to speak anymore, only the dry and monotonous ringing of the phone echoed continuously, over and over.
But now, Shang Tongwen finally cald down.
He was silent, saying nothing, just quietly smoking.
Gazing indifferently at the red sparks burning down, crushed to void in the exquisite ashtray.
Family elders of the Shang family, the governor of East City, mbers within the universe, Forward Party legislators, important figures in the Military Departnt...
In just one night, it seed that everyone began pushing him to risk his life, all for their wealth and prosperity.
There was no room for retreat.
He couldn't retreat either.
If, at this critical juncture, he showed even a hint of weakness, he wouldn't even need others to kick him while he's down. He would be abandoned, even his forr allies would fall apart, and those seemingly kind competitor businesses would possibly, no, definitely show a different face and pounce, greedily divided Echo's flesh.
Just like the feast they had when they divided the Coast previously.
In a jungle of wolves and tigers, there's no morality or benevolence; other than climbing upwards, any cowardice or complacency is waiting for death.
"Get in touch with Sky City, Northern Realm, and New Era."
The last sparks were extinguished in the ashtray, Shang Tongwen slowly raised his head, restrained the violence and fierceness in his gaze, revealing a smile once again, only this ti with no trace of warmth.
"If she wants a fight, then let there be a fight."
"Fight until we win, fight until we die, fight until everyone stops breathing."
"Let everyone see..."
"Who will truly be the one to lose in the end!"
.
.
"We won!!!"
In the midst of cheers and shouts, applause rang out, rising and falling.
At the banquet following the conference, the cafeteria was full of guests, except for the second floor where guests were specially entertained, the gathering of employees downstairs was livelier and more boisterous.
Maybe it was the red envelopes distributed by Assistant Ye to each table, maybe it was the achievents of the Coast, or perhaps it was the rapidly rising reviews online, or even the expectations for the future...
After enduring the trials and tribulations of these months, the freshly hired university students had shed their naivety, their eyes once pure now replaced with a thick sense of hierarchy, even able to drink white liquor straight from the bottle, celebrating and cheering with abandon.
All official employees received a salary increase, and those university students who stuck it out also received internship proof and an unexpected job offer. Once signed, they'll wait for graduation and return as official employees. Apart from the base salary and performance bonuses, benefits are distributed according to job levels. Although it's not exaggerated to the extent of nine insurances and three funds, the five insurances and one fund are guaranteed, and even the internship period counts towards their seniority.
For many students who took loans for their education, not only did they earn crucial credits and internship stamps, they also received extra wages and allowances. With a job secured post-graduation, what reason could there be not to celebrate?
Suddenly turning wild and intoxicated, crying on tables, embracing coworkers with tears, confessing to colleagues while drunk... Though a few might be confused in terms of gender, it doesn't stop everyone from celebrating in joy.
Yan Jian was the first to be knocked down, collapsed in his wheelchair, performing a fountain act before quickly being dragged away.
More exaggerated than him was Ji Jue, miraculously remaining unaffected after drinking countless cups, arrogantly standing tall, laughing loudly as people lined up to toast him, not turning red even once.
It's a joke, when drinking with Sister Wen, any secret moves dared are caught, drinking with you bunch of university students, isn't it about ti you witnessed Fei Gong's mastery practiced barehanded?
If even a drop of alcohol counts as defeat, I've lost!
Though the alcohol doesn't necessarily intoxicate, the joyful atmosphere inevitably affects Ji Jue, even performing a bottle trick for everyone, downing a whole bottle in three seconds.
"Congratulations, Director Ji." Ye Chun sipped a drink, offering a toast with a cup of cola amidst the crowd.
"It's nothing, all thanks to Sister Wen's support behind the scenes!"
Ji Jue slapped his thigh, eyes lit up, instantly thirsting for more: he hasn't boasted about his glorious achievent in revitalizing the Coast for three minutes!
In this perfect mont, soone should be sharing his joy...
Sadly, Ye Chun had beco immune to his antics, slipping away before Ji Jue could speak, leaving him standing, sighing alone.
Phone ssages and calls continued ceaselessly, from all sides.
Not only Tong Shan and Wen Wen, but also Chen Xingzhou and Chen Yubo, as well as supporters from various directions these days.
To so extent, from the mont the conference began, Ji Jue had already achieved great success.
This feast wasn't just celebrating the resurgence of the Coast; it was his victory feast.
As of now, with the Coast's resumption, production, and revitalization, his duties are fulfilled, the tasks entrusted to him are concluded, he can retreat triumphantly, regaining his aloof status as a craftsman, no longer needing to be embroiled in the turmoil.
Wait for the dust to settle, then it's ti to weigh in gold.
"So, there's really no need to be so risky."
On the other end of the phone, Tong Shengnian said: "I suggest you reconsider the Desert Sea Rally."
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