171: Chapter 171 Amazing Driving Talent!
"Come on, Mr. Hans, let's have breakfast together. There's no rush for training."
Shen Zhou greeted Vicente, who was standing to the side.
Vicente's team immediately served a sumptuous breakfast.
The breakfast was a fusion of Chinese and Western styles.
"Mr. Hans, try our Chinese tofu pudding. Of course, you need to add a little seasoning called chive flower."
Shen Zhou even personally introduced some ways to eat Chinese breakfast to Mr. Hans.
This flattered Mr. Hans, who knew Shen Zhou was a billionaire; his face broke into a grin like a blooming chrysanthemum, unable to close his mouth.
Maria, standing beside them, did not say a word.
She fulfilled the essence of being an obedient woman very well, and also demonstrated her strong professional competence to a certain extent.
Only when Shen Zhou needed her did she step forward at the right time.
After the meal, the morning's daily training finally began.
Formula Racing and regular, ordinary racing cars are two completely different concepts.
Fortunately, Shen Zhou had the Driving Mastery skill, so for many Formula Racing cars, he only lacked a short familiarization process.
However, under the introduction of the professional Mr. Hans, Shen Zhou still integrated the knowledge about racing that had never been called upon in his brain at the fastest speed.
After a simple understanding of the car, Mr. Hans discovered that Shen Zhou was actually very knowledgeable and skilled in Formula Racing.
So, they chose to rent a racetrack in the afternoon.
This track was inside a famous local racing venue, and the scale of the track was exactly the same as for a normal race.
And because the Kuangbiao Competition was approaching, track availability was very tight.
If it hadn't been for Mr. Hans stepping forward in his capacity as a Porsche exclusive trainer, Shen Zhou might not have been able to rent this track.
After all, many people who play with racing cars are truly addicted to this industry.
Even if Shen Zhou offered a lot of money, they might not be tempted.
Even for those who could be swayed by money, it would probably cost an astronomical figure in the end.
Standing in front of the racing car, Shen Zhou got in and gently stroked the steering wheel; as Mr. Hans's corresponding instructions about the car rang in his ears, everything seemed so logical.
Because it was his first time galloping on the track, Shen Zhou's speed was kept within a relatively low limit by Mr. Hans.
And in his headset, Mr. Hans's highly professional reminders kept ringing.
"Mr. Shen, we are approaching the first corner. Formula Racing cars are different from sports cars; you must have sufficient centripetal force when cornering."
"Although the tires are professionally designed, the driving speed and the curvature of the corner must be guaranteed."
Mr. Hans kept chattering in his ear, afraid that Shen Zhou would have problems on the track.
After all, Shen Zhou was his big benefactor.
Yet how could he know that Shen Zhou had a vast amount of racing experience in his mind.
After successfully taking hold of the steering wheel, a very familiar feeling had long since arisen.
If the entire racing car's extreme speed hadn't been limited, Shen Zhou would likely have already displayed extraordinary, top-tier strength at this moment.
And during the driving process, Shen Zhou's heart became increasingly steady.
Every time he was about to pass a corner, he could accurately perform various cornering maneuvers, similar to muscle memory.
Although the speed was not fast, the professional operation still left Mr. Hans in the data room full of shock.
Because when he first arrived, he had explained various basic racing knowledge to Shen Zhou.
He had thought Shen Zhou was just a simple enthusiast.
Who would have thought he would actually see a future star of the racing circuit in him.
"Mr. Shen, I dare to guarantee that your talent in the field of racing is very high."
"If I didn't know you were a billionaire, I would definitely think you were a rising star of the Porsche racing team!"
Seeing Shen Zhou again, Mr. Hans's eyes began to twinkle with a dazzling light.
He had even used his words to test whether he could invite Shen Zhou to join the team.
"Hahaha, racing is just a hobby for me. I can't make it a profession; after all, the risks of this thing are too high."
Shen Zhou shook his head slightly.
Even if his driving skills were very superb, there was still a chance of risk.
Even contemporary racing gods have repeatedly encountered various crises on the track.
What's more, even if he wanted to jump in directly, Andrei would absolutely not agree.
After all, he was still waiting for Shen Zhou to inherit his vast family fortune.
When they reached the second lap, after seeking Shen Zhou's opinion, Mr. Hans decisively lifted the speed limit on the racing car.
Therefore, the speed at which Shen Zhou was driving had soared to one hundred mph.
Although this speed was not fast for the racetrack, for Shen Zhou, who was accustomed to only driving sixty or seventy mph in the Magic City, this was also a huge improvement.
And at this moment, by the headset, Mr. Hans, who was already completely reassured about Shen Zhou's racing skills, had mixed thoughts in his heart.
"It's such a pity. Why did I meet such a genius racer, but cannot invite him into the team?"
He kept shaking his head, and the regret in his heart kept accumulating.
He even had the urge to tell his boss about this and ask his superior to come and invite him personally.
But then he thought of the huge salary Shen Zhou paid him, as well as the historic Pearl Castle, and ultimately decided to give up.
So he quickly returned to his highly professional coach stance.
"Mr. Shen, you are currently still in a thinking trap. You are driving a Formula Racing car. Its engine material, including the shell and the overall body, is mostly carbon fiber."
"Therefore, the whole car has a very high speed tolerance mechanism and can instantly burst out over a thousand horsepower."
"Not to mention that this is a divine car that combines the crystallization of scientific and technological wisdom; its instantaneous burst speed is far, far beyond ordinary Formula Racing cars."
Mr. Hans kept using his understanding of the professional field to slowly change Shen Zhou's perception of Formula Racing.
He was also letting Shen Zhou continuously integrate knowledge about the track and the racing field into his brain.
In the process of continuous learning, time flew by.
In just a few short days, Mr. Hans was shocked by Shen Zhou time and time again.
He even once shouted that Shen Zhou was a person completely born for Formula Racing.
He proposed again and invited Shen Zhou to participate in the competition.
However, all of this was rejected by Shen Zhou.
Mr. Hans was extremely depressed in the first instance.
This was equivalent to someone who bought lottery tickets all year round, suddenly having a chance encounter to know the winning number, but being unable to buy a ticket with it at all.
That huge regret kept devouring Mr. Hans's heart.
It even made him unable to sleep well for several days.