The Full-level Boss Took the Sick and Weak Script

"Are you okay?" After Shao Yu asked, he couldn't hold back, "Do you know how desperate you were when you were driving just now?"

"If I'm dying, what's the point of this car?" Su Nanzhi asked rhetorically.

Shao Yu was suddenly blocked by this sentence.

Can't say anything, just get out of the car.

The moment he stepped on the ground, he realized that it was still a little numb.

As a person who actually sits in the car, he can naturally feel how good Su Nanzhi's driving skills are.

No wonder that guy Dong Jinghua wanted to bring people in. With this ability, he could become a popular driver here in less than two races.

Worried about not being able to make money?

Not to mention, Shao Yu was a little moved.

Although this underground racetrack has something to do with him, it doesn't have much to do with it. If the little girl is willing to join his team, he can even pay her to participate in world-class racing driver competitions.

Shao Yu had this idea, but before he opened his mouth, two people who had been waiting for a long time came over.

Dong Jinghua rubbed his hands, the urge to pay someone came back again.

Although this girl came and went without a trace, her identity could not be found through investigation, and even the name "Shen Ye" was very likely to be a fake, but with this driving skill, who wouldn't want to recruit it?

But why, is this a rich man? !

It's not that Dong Jinghua can't afford to hire rich people, he can't afford to hire rich people who spend seven or eight hundred million on a car.

How can the gap between people be so big?

Which rich man plays racing so desperately?

Dong Jinghua sighed heavily in his heart, he only dared to think about hiring the little girl in front of him.

"Miss Shen, do you want to consider joining our team?" Shao Yuren began pimping before he could stand still, "The cars in our team can be driven as you like."

Yu Pingsheng asked casually: "...Brother Shao, are your two treasures included?"

Shao Yu: "..."

He thought for a while, gritted his teeth, and said decisively: "Forget it!"

Yu Pingsheng: "..."

It can be seen that he intends to bleed well.

Even his precious car can be let out to be driven by others.

It's just that Su Nanzhi glanced at him indifferently: "No team, thank you."

Shao Yu: "..."

This refusal tone is very similar to the gesture of refusing to hand out leaflets on the road: "No leaflets, thank you."

Shao Yu was heartbroken.

Of the two talents who finally met, one didn't know their last name, and the other didn't even like his team.

Shao Yu didn't want to give up just like that, "Why don't you have time to go to our team base? Maybe you will change your mind by then, and you can do it now if you are free."

Still quite persistent.

Su Nanzhi was silent for a while, and finally her cell phone rang to break the silence.

Incoming call notes are no strangers.

It's just that as soon as the other end opened his mouth, he asked, "Have you packed your things yet?"

Su Nanzhi: "..."

"No."

Not only did she not, she was still outside, and she had just finished driving.

"Then hurry up, the chefs in my family have been dawdled by you so much that they don't know what time to start cooking," Jiang Beiyu said, and then added, "Do you want me to pick you up?"

Su Nanzhi: "...No, I'll go there by myself."

Because of Su Nanzhi's lethargic physique, Jiang Beiyu planned to take her to a hotel near the examination room tomorrow in order not to let her sleep through the math competition.