Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

August 17th is the final day of the second stop of the first national cross-country championship, Pinggu Station. Today, the champions of all seven events will be determined.

In the morning, the Heroes Cup and the Manufacturers Cup will be held, and in the afternoon, the champions of the club AB group and the individual AB group will be held.

There was originally another Grace Cup match that was canceled before the match.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the game officially started.

The audience enters at half past eight.

Not to mention that the racing atmosphere in Beijing is quite good, there are many spectators watching the race from the stands around the racetrack.

The biggest advantage of track racing is that you can enter the audience to watch the game, so you can sell some tickets and get advertising sponsorships, which can be regarded as increasing the income of the game and reducing financial pressure.

This time Wan Feng did not sit on the rostrum but sat with his friends and family in the auditorium on the left side of the rostrum.

He also had to look at Yi Binghua's old face that could not be seen all night.

"Hey! Can our team win the first place?" Luan Feng sat on Wan Feng's right. As soon as she sat down, she began to ask questions like a reporter, and took out her camera to shoot an album.

When Zhang Xuan is at home, we call him Husband, but Luan Feng just calls him Hey!

It's like someone's surname is Hi.

When she came out this time, she took a lot of scenery and recorded a lot of scenery films, and she was going back to use them as painting materials.

"Almost! There is hope for Master Lu, but there is no doubt about Guan Dahai."

Lu Ningjun must be in contention, and it's just luck to care about the sea.

"Master Lu is fine. I think Guan Dahai is also possible. I have a premonition that Guan Dahai will be number one."

your hunch? You can pull it down!

Just a few days ago a woman said that she had a premonition that a lottery number would win, so she went to the Wenzhong National Lottery Station and bought a number for 100 yuan.

Then go home and watch the radio waiting for the lottery.

But when the prize number came out, he didn't even win five yuan, so someone laughed for more than half an hour.

At nine o'clock, the first event, the Women's Cup, began.

"Ah! There are still women playing racing?" Luan Feng asked in surprise.

"Yes! There are many women who like this crazy sport." Wan Feng answered casually without thinking too deeply.

"How old are these women playing racing? I seem to see a female driver who looks quite old."

The drivers are all wearing helmets and sitting in the car. How does this guy see how old they are?

"Racing is not subject to age restrictions. You can be in your twenties to your forties." Wan Feng told the truth without thinking too much.

Luan Feng immediately fell silent.

The racing starts! After a while of motor roar, the racing officially started.

The strange thing is that Luan Feng didn't say another word, and she didn't even point the video recorder in her hand at the racing cars in the field, but she never took her eyes off the racing cars in the field for a moment.

Instead, it was Zhang Xuan, Liang Hongying, Zhan Ling and Zhang Juan who made the sound, and they exclaimed once or twice from time to time.

Luan Feng, who should have been yelling, did not move at all, which made someone very puzzled. He turned his head and looked at Luan Feng, who was concentrating on watching the racing car.

At this moment, someone suddenly knew where the bad premonition came from watching the women's race yesterday.

It's over, it's over, it's over!

Why did he forget that he shouldn't have brought Luan Feng to see this thing, isn't this sending meat into the tiger's mouth! If there is no accident, this guy will definitely become a racing driver.

really!

After the women's car race was over, Luan Feng looked at Wan Feng suspiciously.

"Husband! I want to go racing too!"

This time the address has changed, from hello to husband.

Just like the painting last time, a door opened on Luan Feng's forehead, and the bright sunlight shone into her head.

At this moment, Luan Feng finally knew that this was the career she was willing to die for, and it was the only one.

"I can't beat you to death!" Wan Feng was not polite at all.

This prodigal girl wants to prodigal again. She likes drawing and painting for a year and now she wants to play with cars again? He was going to kill her evil thoughts directly in the cradle.

"I use my own money." Luan Feng thought that Wan Feng would not be willing to spend money, and immediately declared that he would use his own money.

"Your own money is not good either! This thing is life-threatening, so you should kill me quickly."

Oil bottles began to hang from Luan Feng's mouth.

This time, someone would not agree to hang the oil bottle, even the urinal.

Car racing is dangerous, and Wan Feng is determined not to let her play such a dangerous thing.

If there is no danger, it can be discussed, but if there is danger, there is no negotiation.

"Then can I raise a team? If we have a men's team in South Bay, we should have a women's team."

Seeing Wan Feng's expression, Luan Feng gave up the trick of crying, making trouble, and hanging herself, knowing that it would be useless if used.

There is no smile in this guy's eyes, like ice at minus one hundred degrees.

Whenever this guy has this expression, even if a meteorite falls from the sky, he won't change his mind.

So, as soon as he rolled his eyes, he changed his tactic.

It's not dangerous for me to keep the team as the boss!

Of course, she didn't dare to say that she secretly went up to drive, anyway, someone can't watch her every day.

Wan Feng was tired. Do you need to raise a team? This is more expensive.

It costs more to feed a fleet.

Wan Feng was about to say no, but Luan Feng said first: "If you say no, I will divorce you. It's a real divorce!"

Zhang Xuan beside her burst out laughing.

Below Luan Feng is a sweeper: "When you hear I'm divorced, you laugh! Make you laugh! Make you laugh again!"

Zhang Xuan was speechless: "I didn't say anything!"

"Don't laugh! You can't laugh even if I'm really divorced."

Turning to Wan Feng: "Surnamed Wan, listen, if you don't let me keep the car team, I will really divorce you!"

Fortunately, the auditorium is surrounded by our own people.

If outsiders hear this and don't laugh off their underpants, the couple will come here to divorce and play.

"Do you know how much it costs to feed a team for a year? Tens of millions!"

"I have money!"

"Okay! Even if you are rich, how much money do you have? How many years can your money support a team?"

"I saw it! The teams are all sponsored. If there are sponsors, it won't cost much."

She learns this quickly.

"Hehe! Teams with good results will be sponsored. Can you achieve results?"

"Nanwan Group can sponsor it! Think about it! If you sponsor me a few million a year, won't I save money!"

Wan Feng became angry: "You saved money, didn't I spend it!"

Don't these all come from your own home? A typical dead daoist and immortal old daoist.

Liang Hongying and Zhan Ling couldn't hold back and laughed out of embarrassment, so they could only cover their mouths and shake their shoulders.

"I love seeing the two of them quarreling, it's always interesting." Liang Hongying didn't forget to add insult to injury.

"I don't care! I just want to support the team, by the way! At that time, Hongying can also sponsor hundreds of thousands or something."

"Gah!"

Liang Hongying, who was smiling proudly, seemed to have her mouth blocked by a stone, so she couldn't smile at that time.

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