Chapter 80 Unexpected Negotiations
A few days later, news from across the ocean reached China. Ye Zhaohui, who had just finished school, skillfully opened the racing section that interested him and soon saw Wu Shi's report.
The cover photo of Wu Shi holding up the trophy was a candid shot, and he quickly clicked on it.
"Wu Shi from China achieved amazing results in this series, winning nine out of twelve matches with his superior strength."
"Wu will participate in the FIA Formula 3 Europa Championship this year and will drive for the Van Amersford team."
"If Wu really participates in Europa F3, he will be the youngest driver. He is only 15 years and 77 days old, just reaching the minimum age limit for participation."
"This is the most talented player in the history of China!"
"Only he can break the white monopoly on motorsports!"
The report was filled with praise, perhaps because it was a pieced-together news article with a mixed content.
Even so, Ye Zhaohui became more and more excited as he watched.
"Zhaohui, dinner's ready," the nanny's voice rang out.
"I'm here." Ye Zhaohui ran into the living room.
"Brother, what's up? You seem so happy." Ye Ningning grabbed another chicken wing and started eating.
"Hey, Wu Shi, do you remember him?" Ye Zhaohui asked.
While chewing on a chicken wing, Ye Ningning thought for a moment and nodded, "I remember now, isn't it the super bully who shattered your racing dream? Hahaha!"
"Tch, when you were a kid, you used to call him 'boss' all the time, and you practically wanted to be his little shadow, running home with him!" Ye Zhaohui complained.
"Really? I don't remember. How old was I back then?" Ye Ningning rolled her eyes.
"Damn it, I should have used Ling Kang's video camera to record you back then and played it as your embarrassing history every day!" Ye Zhaohui angrily rebuked.
"You dare!"
"Oh my, so excited? You don't still remember, do you?" Ye Zhaohui suddenly calmed down.
Ye Ningning wiped the grease from her mouth with her arm, her face flushed, and shouted, "Oh! You bad guy, you dare to trick me, huh!"
"No, no! Get your greasy hands away from me, they're disgusting!" Ye Zhaohui shouted desperately.
"Alright, you two, stop fooling around. We're eating! When your dad gets back and sees this, you're both in big trouble!" the nanny said.
Ye Zhaohui and Ye Ningning then sat down again. Their family has always had very sound values. Ye Zhongming taught them that although the nanny is called a nanny, she is also an elder and should be respected.
"Hey, do you want to know what's wrong with him?" Ye Zhaohui ate very politely.
"Tch, I don't want to know." Ye Ningning rolled her eyes and turned her head away.
"He won the F3 series championship in America," Ye Zhaohui said.
Due to biases in news dissemination, domestic media outlets mostly reported on the America F3 Series, and Ye Zhaohui, not being very familiar with the situation, naturally took it as fact.
"What is F3?" Ye Ningning asked.
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Okay, we're talking past each other.
After the two finished their meal, Ye Zhaohui's excitement remained unexpressed, and he felt incredibly distressed.
He waited until midnight before running over after the doorbell rang.
"dad!"
"Why aren't you asleep yet?" Ye Zhongming asked, carrying his briefcase and closing the door behind him.
"I saw some big news today! Wu Shi won the F3 championship!" Ye Zhaohui said excitedly in a low voice. The America F3 champion he saw had been simplified again to just F3 champion.
"Oh?!" Ye Zhongming was quite shocked. How long has it been? This kid has already won the F3 championship?
"Come on, Dad, look at this news."
Ye Zhaohui hurriedly pulled his father into his room and opened the manuscript filled with stitches.
Ye Zhongming put his briefcase aside and the first thing he saw was Wu Shi's photo. On his racing suit, besides the LaFerrari logo, the most eye-catching thing was Pengcheng Airlines.
After carefully reading the manuscript, he typed a few words on the computer, went to the external network, and checked carefully before saying, "It's not the F3 championship, it's an F3-level series race in America."
"Huh? Really?" Ye Zhaohui was stunned.
"Yeah, but that's pretty impressive."
"Right!" Ye Zhaohui chuckled first.
"Zhaohui, I understand your excitement, but you need to learn a lesson from this."
"What's the reasoning?" Ye Zhaohui asked, puzzled. His father wasn't usually one to lecture.
"You have to carefully scrutinize news, especially online news. Eight or nine out of ten of the contents are not rigorous. You need to verify from multiple sources before drawing any conclusions. Otherwise, you'll live in an information cocoon forever," Ye Zhongming said.
"dad"
"Our family will also have you walk this path."
"I don't want to be an official! It's too busy and tiring every day."
"Hahaha." Ye Zhongming laughed.
"why are you laughing?"
"The fact that you think this way shows that you are capable of doing a good job."
"Um?"
"If you think you're busy and tired, it means you're looking at people who get things done, not people who are looking at power. Okay, I won't say any more about that. Wu Shi has achieved such remarkable success, and you're making yourself miserable just by reading books every day."
"This, this is not the same, okay? If we let Wu Shi study, I guarantee he'll suffer too!"
In Europe, it was only 6 p.m.
Wu Shi was sitting in a small boat, drifting on a small lake called Lalzama. The sky was already dark, and stars were beginning to appear.
The wind blows, and it still feels like winter.
Ripples spread across the water, and silvery moonlight spilled into the lake, and before I knew it, I was drifting to the shore.
When he got tired of looking at the stars, Wu Shi would lean back and lie down to look at the starry sky.
Louise sat beside him, her familiar, delicate fragrance lingering in his nostrils.
Why aren't you saying anything?
"I'm enjoying the beautiful scenery."
"A born star?"
"Hmm, I suddenly remembered a poem from my hometown."
"What?"
"Drunk, I knew not that the sky was reflected in the water; my boat was filled with dreams that pressed down on the Milky Way."
Wu Shi spoke in both English and Chinese.
"What a brilliant metaphor," Louise muttered.
"I don't like drinking, but I've experienced the feeling."
Wu Shi.
Louise turned around, supporting herself on the ground with one hand, looking down at him. Her off-white hair fell down, swaying as if the wind was brushing her face.
"Gulp, what's wrong?" Wu Shi swallowed.
"Why do you talk so little?" Louise asked again.
Wu Shi blinked; he was indeed quite quiet outside the racetrack.
"Because I'm enjoying the beautiful scenery!"
"Wh-what?"
"Enjoy the beautiful scenery," Wu Shi said with a smile.
"Ah!" Louise immediately sat up straight, hugged her knees, buried her head under her arms, and only her eyes were visible as she watched the bow of the ship bobbing up and down.
Ring ring~
Just then, Wu Shi's phone rang.
"Hello."
"LaFarr has extended an invitation to you. He wants to discuss a contract with you tomorrow that concerns an F1 seat, so you must be there."
Wu Shi sat up abruptly, somewhat incredulous: "What?"
"It's true! I was surprised too, but don't get too excited yet. The caller only mentioned that it might involve an F1 seat, but not a contract for an F1 seat. It's more likely a long-term driver training program contract."
"call!"
Wu Shi took a deep breath and said, "I know, I'll prepare to head to Maranello immediately."
After hanging up the phone, he calmed down. There are many types of contracts involving F1, so how could they just give out seats directly?
Keep in mind, he's never even driven an F3 car, so it's simply impossible for him.
I guess it was Aunt Martina's help again.
"An F1 seat?" Louise looked up and asked, having just overheard some leaks.
"No, it's just some related matters, far from being a topic of discussion."
Wu Shi shook his head, looked at Louise in the moonlight, and tucked her hair behind her ear.