The official results for each person have been announced, and the drivers allotted to Chi Mingkun’s team, besides himself and Chi Gui, are just two rookies who entered the field not long ago and are purely there to add to the numbers!
They even take two minutes to complete a single lap!
And that’s not all; their team doesn’t even have five people lined up!
Whereas the team in Group A led by Zhang Ziyuan is full of veterans with at least five years of racing experience!
In addition to that, the other teams in Groups B, C, and D are a mix of veterans and newcomers.
Chi Mingkun stood up abruptly, infuriated, "This isn’t how you sideline someone, is it? As an organizer, this is utterly disgraceful!"
He took the team roster and went to find a staff member.
Chi Gui also saw the contents of the team roster, raised her eyebrows, and followed Chi Mingkun.
The staff was still registering new drivers when Chi Mingkun walked over, slapped the team roster on the table, and angrily said, "This is unfair! Why does my team not only lack members, but the other two are also rookies?"
The other drivers were ready to leave, but hearing the commotion, they all stopped and looked over.
The staff member took a leisurely glance at the roster on the table, slightly lifted his eyelids, and said carelessly, "Nothing we can do; we divided the groups based on the past results you submitted. Giving you the strong drivers wouldn’t be fair to others, would it? As for the shortage of team members... that’s all who signed up. Otherwise, why don’t you call a friend over?"
Chi Mingkun was almost amused by the anger!
Clearly, new drivers were continuously registering!
At this moment, another staff member recognized Chi Mingkun as the popular broadcaster from the "world" racing team and whispered something to him. At last, the staff member’s expression changed and he said, "In that case, why don’t you ask which driver is willing to join your team? As long as the driver agrees, we can rearrange the groups for you."
He said this, but who doesn’t want to win the prize money in this competition?
In Chi Mingkun’s team, apart from his own decent results, which allowed him to complete a lap within a minute, the other two were all taking more than two minutes, and Chi Gui hadn’t even registered a time.
It was clear they would be eliminated in the first round.
Chi Mingkun didn’t give up and asked one by one, but was unanimously turned down.
Chi Gui had been silent from the beginning. She held her phone, eyes downcast, thin fingers tapping on Fu Si’s icon: [Got time lately?]
Fu Si instantly replied: [Yes.]
Beside him, Qin Cheng: ...
He glanced at the computer screen with international executives waiting for Mr. Fu to start the meeting and silently sympathized for a second.
Chi Gui saw Fu Si’s response and carefully asked: [Want to participate in a race?]
When Fu Si heard Chi Gui’s question, he grew curious: [A race? What race?]
Professor Chi, always so detached from desires, was going to participate in a race?
She described the situation at the race without hiding anything.
The International Racing Alliance held such races annually during the off-season, and without Chi Gui saying much, Fu Si understood.
He chuckled softly, his long fingers typing: [Be right there.]
After speaking, he stood up, picked up the jacket on the back of the chair, and walked out, his deep and pleasant voice instructing behind him, "Qin Cheng, these are the main core points of the project, send them over to the eight executives to review first. If they have any questions, tell them to contact me directly."
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He paused, feeling a bit sorry for Mr. Fu.
Did Professor Chi even consider asking Mr. Fu from the start? Only remembered him when they’re short on people... What do they take Mr. Fu for?
And Mr. Fu, still being treated this way, seemed happily to comply?
After completing the tasks given by Fu Si, Qin Cheng walked downstairs only to find Old Sir Fu leisurely sipping tea on the sofa.
Seeing him come down, Old Sir Fu raised his eyelids: "Where did that brat go off to?"
He had dashed out like a whirlwind, not even noticing his question.
Qin Cheng, already feeling aggrieved for Fu Si, hurriedly recounted what had just happened.
To his surprise, Old Sir Fu also chuckled after hearing the story.