After taking advice, I became a top male idol.

Chapter 95 Let me give it a try?

Hearing Old Chen's words, Ye Feng also fell silent.

The brake lines were completely severed.

The clutch cable was cut.

The suspension bolts were maliciously damaged.

There are no more races.

This GT3, specially tuned for the eighteen bends of the Nujiang River, is now just a pile of scrap metal!

"Holy shit!!!"

Ma Dong immediately realized what was happening and was so angry that he trembled all over.

"I'll take some men right now and chop that bastard to pieces! I'll tear him to shreds!"

As he spoke, Ma Dong grabbed the wrench from the ground and turned to rush out of the roller shutter door.

"Enough!!!"

Ye Feng let out a roar!

Ma Dong stopped and turned to look at Ye Feng.

Ye Feng stood in front of the car, his chest heaving violently.

"What's the point of arresting him?"

Ye Feng's voice was hoarse.

"Even if you cut him into a thousand pieces, can you fix the car? Can you win the race?"

"We lost."

Ye Feng closed his eyes. "We've lost completely."

Upon hearing this, a young man in a racing suit standing at the back of the line not only didn't get angry, but instead breathed a long sigh of relief.

That's Liu Yang, the team's number two driver.

Looking at the wrecked GT3, Liu Yang felt a surge of relief.

Thank goodness, the car broke down!

He was so scared when he heard that the foreigner had been admitted to the hospital that his legs went weak.

He was terrified that Ye Feng would make him take over the driving position!

That's the Nujiang River with its eighteen bends!

Late at night, on that death track full of cliffs, are you going to race with Li Feng, that reckless madman under Zhao Tianyu?

Liu Yang is self-aware; his technical skills are only passable in formal track racing.

Go run on that kind of road?

Even if he had ten lives, it wouldn't be enough to fill the void!

"The car's broken down now, it can't run anymore. Even though the team lost money and face, at least... my life is saved."

Liu Yang silently muttered to himself, even taking a half-step back quietly, afraid of attracting attention.

The entire garage fell silent.

A sense of despair permeated the air.

Zhou Xuan stood aside, watching the dejected Ye Feng.

Even the usually aloof Miss Tianyue felt a deep sense of powerlessness at this moment.

In a field as hardcore as racing, she didn't have many good options.

"Buzzing—"

Ye Feng's cell phone suddenly rang.

Ye Feng took out his phone and glanced at the screen.

【Zhao Tianyu】.

Ye Feng stared at the screen, his thumb hovering over the hang-up button for two seconds.

But in the end, he still pressed the answer button.

Even if you lose the game, don't lose your spirit.

Ye Feng isn't so afraid to even answer a phone call.

The call had just been connected.

"Oh, Young Master Ye."

Zhao Tianyu's smug voice came through the microphone.

"It's so late, I hope I haven't disturbed you and the team studying the track?"

Ye Feng said, "Zhao Tianyu, don't tell me you didn't do what happened tonight."

"Hey! You can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want!"

Zhao Tianyu feigned surprise on the other end of the line, "Young Master Ye, what do you mean by that? I'm a law-abiding citizen! Don't try to label me like that! I'll sue you for defamation any minute!"

"Oh, right."

Zhao Tianyu suddenly changed the subject.

"I heard that the foreign guy in your team got food poisoning and ended up in the hospital?"

"And it seems your precious GT3 has run into a minor problem?"

"Oh dear, that's such a shame."

"I'm really looking forward to seeing the driving skills of the racing god at the Nujiang Eighteen Bends tomorrow night."

"What exactly are you trying to say?!" Ye Feng's voice was unreadable.

"Hahahahaha!"

Zhao Tianyu burst into laughter again. "Nothing else! Young Master Ye, I just wanted to call and remind you."

Don't forget the game tomorrow night at 10 PM!

"If you can't even gather enough people and a car, then you should just forfeit and admit defeat."

"Well, I'm sorry, but I'll gladly accept the casting rights and the theater scheduling rights for the film!"

"Thank you, Young Master Ye!"

"Oh, by the way, since we've known each other for a while, let's do this."

"If you still dare to come to the game tomorrow night."

"I can let Li Feng give you a half-hour head start at the starting line!"

"Half an hour! Hahahaha!!!"

"Beep—beep—beep—"

The phone hangs up.

The busy sound echoed in the garage.

The ultimate humiliation!

Murder and kill!

Ye Feng's hand trembled slightly.

"Bang!"

He smashed the phone against the concrete wall, and it shattered into pieces instantly!

"Oh shit!"

"Playing dirty tricks, huh! Fine! Zhao Tianyu, next time Young Master Ye will play along with you!"

but.

There's no other way this time.

no car.

There are no drivers.

What can you use to run that death track?

Looking at Ye Feng's expression, Zhou Xuan sighed softly, stepped forward and patted his shoulder, but didn't know how to comfort him.

Chen Xi was so frightened that she dared not utter a sound.

Everyone in the convoy looked like wilted eggplants, heads bowed.

Lin Zhixing, who had been standing at the back of the crowd with his hands in his pockets, observing everything, slowly walked forward.

His gaze swept over the destroyed GT3, then turned to Ye Feng.

Yesterday afternoon.

Xia Xue's words on the phone echoed in Lin Zhixing's mind.

Yecheng Entertainment.

Ye Lan.

Ye Feng.

The cause and effect of all this were closed in Lin Zhixing's mind.

Lin Zhixing never liked owing favors to others.

Especially the favors done for him by those who helped him out of his dire straits.

Lin Zhi walked up to the GT3 and gripped the edge of the hood with one hand.

A "click" sound.

He skillfully found the hidden latch, directly lifted the rear engine cover of the GT3, and then reached into the engine compartment.

"What are you doing?!"

Old Chen was stunned and quickly stepped forward to stop him, "Mr. Lin, these are all precision parts, they're already broken, don't touch them..."

Lin Zhixing ignored him.

His fingers quickly traced across the cylinder block, intake manifold, and exhaust manifold.

In my mind, the passive attribute of [Master-level Vehicle Modification] is taking effect!

"Horizontally opposed six-cylinder, 4.0-liter displacement."

"The cylinder is intact."

"The air intake system is intact."

"The crankshaft and pistons were not damaged."

Lin Zhixing straightened up, picked up a rag from the side, and wiped the engine oil off his fingers.

"The ECU is indeed burnt out, and the wiring is also ruined."

Lin Zhixing looked at Lao Li with a confident tone, "But the engine block is not damaged. The core mechanical structure of this horizontally opposed six-cylinder engine is still good. The driveshaft and gearbox are also fine."

Old Chen was stunned.

"Oh? You really know that?"

Old Chen looked at this big star with disbelief on his face.

These days, people in the entertainment industry even know about the three major components of a car?

But then, Old Chen said with a wry smile, "Mr. Lin, what's the use of a good engine?"

"The brake lines are all broken, the suspension is ruined, and the chassis data is all messed up. We can't even buy spare parts right now, there's no way we can fix it in time!"

"Even if you have a perfectly good engine, how can it run without a body shell?"

Lin Zhixing did not refute Lao Chen's words.

He turned around and scanned the spacious abandoned garage with his eyes.

Lin Zhixing pointed to the bread truck.

"Is that car yours?"

In the corner, there was a silver-gray van covered in dust, with several dents and paint chips on its body.

The words "Lijiang Film and Television Base Boxed Meals" were printed on the car door.

Ma Dong followed Lin Zhixing's finger and looked over, then paused for a moment.

"Huh? Yeah, it's a beat-up car left behind by the film crew. Brother Lin, why are you asking about this?"

Lin Zhixing did not answer, but walked straight over.

He opened the thin-skinned car door that was making a creaking sound and glanced down at the chassis structure.

"Wuling Hongguang".

Lin Zhixing patted the thin car body, his voice echoing in the empty garage.

Front-engine, rear-wheel drive.

Lin Zhixing turned his head, looked at everyone, and calmly said something that made people question their existence: "Take the engine off the GT3 and stuff it into this Wuling Hongguang."

Old Chen's jaw dropped to the ground with a "thud".

Ma Dong stared wide-eyed at Lin Zhixing as if he were an alien.

Second driver Liu Yang even picked at his ears, thinking he had misheard.

The Porsche GT3's horizontally opposed six-cylinder engine...

Squeezing it into a Wuling Hongguang minivan?!

Are you kidding me?!

What's the difference between this and stuffing an elephant's heart into a mouse's stomach?!

Is this even compatible?! Won't the frame fall apart on the spot?!

Old Li stammered, "Teacher Lin... are you joking? This... this is too much work! And even if we could fit it in, the van's frame couldn't withstand 800 horsepower! It would fall apart the moment we stepped on the gas!"

"It doesn't need to last long," Lin Zhixing said.

"What are you trying to say?" Ye Feng was also confused.

Lin Zhixing put his hands in his pockets and tilted his head slightly.

"Young Master Ye."

"How about I give it a try?"