Chapter 705: Bayinbuluke Has No Sea

Standing on a hill on the outskirts of Shanghu, gazing at the city's brilliant neon lights, Chu Boyong lit a cigarette.

There were only a few days left before the start of the "Shanghe Cup" Shanghu Rally.

Yet he felt that he was drifting further and further away from his dream.

"Xiao Qi, is the car really beyond saving?"

"It's beyond saving. A serious accident occurred just now during transport. I... I'm sorry..."

Xiao Qi looked at Chu Boyong with an apologetic expression and answered with his head lowered.

Chu Boyong took a deep drag of his cigarette, gazing at the car that had become a pile of scrap metal not far away, and fell into a state of bewilderment.

This car was his hope for a comeback. He was once hailed as the "Number One Racing God of Kyushu" and had won 10 consecutive annual championships, but later, due to someone's deliberate framing, he was imprisoned and had vanished from the scene ever since.

After being released from prison last year, he had finally managed to retake his driver's license and qualify for the race this year.

He had scrambled for sponsorships everywhere to put together this barely drivable rally car.

Yet, because of Xiao Qi's mistake, it encountered a car accident during transport.

Leaving his dream shattered on the outskirts of Shanghu.

"It's alright. As long as you're okay, it's fine. This isn't your fault."

Chu Boyong's heart was extremely conflicted.

He crouched down, stroking the wrecked car, his eyes glistening with tears.

"Do you hear that? I can almost hear it, a Mercedes-Benz on the Bayinbuluke track. It is calling out to me, resonating with my soul! It is speeding, racing wildly towards the finish line at the summit! Come on! Let's hold on!"

"Left 5, don't cut the corner! Right 1, then turn left 3! We won! Xiao Qi, we won!"

Chu Boyong turned around, his eyes brimming with tears, and grabbed Xiao Qi's hand tightly.

Seeing his impassioned state, Xiao Qi couldn't stop crying.

He grabbed his hair in self-reproach, crouching on the ground and roaring wildly.

Letting the blood flow down his face!

He blamed himself so much; if only he had died in the car accident too!

But just at this moment, a few men walked over.

The man in the lead came to Chu Boyong's side, offered him a hard-box yebei, and sighed, "If Kyushu had not given birth to you, Chu Boyong, the rally track would be like an eternal night. Come, if you're a man, you need a hard-box yebei."

Jolted by this call, Chu Boyong was pulled back from his immersive dream.

He looked at Zheng Qian blankly and took the hard-box yebei.

"Thank you."

There was no emotion in his words.

Only bitterness.

"When I was in college, I used to watch your races often. Later, when you accidentally got into trouble and went inside, we all felt it was a great pity. I heard that because that person tricked you by saying they could solve your child's Shanghu residency issue, you participated in the underground car race for him."

"This is an act strictly prohibited in our country, you... it's a bit of a pity."

Zheng Qian felt immense regret as he said these words.

He once represented the peak fighting power of Kyushu.

If Chu Boyong had remained active on the racing circuit, would there be any room for people like Cyber Stanley to clamor?

He shook his head, regaining the calmness he once had as a top-tier driver.

Looking at the few people standing around, he said indifferently, "Who are you? Are you here to ask me to race on your behalf again? Sorry, my car is destroyed now, and I don't have the money to get another decent car."

Zheng Qian waved his hand.

"I'm not here to ask you to race for me; I just hope to use your spot. In return, I will assemble the world's top-tier rally car for you, and I will also establish a racing team for you and sponsor it for free."

"Hm?"

Hearing this, Chu Boyong, whose gaze had previously been unfocused, suddenly sharpened his eyes.

He turned back and stared intently at Zheng Qian, "What do you mean?"

"It's very simple, just what it literally means. I respect you as a real man, and I've heard a lot about you, including... your father. He won our country's early annual championship back then; it's just a pity that the following year at Bayinbuluke... he flew off the cliff."

"The reports at the time said he fell into the sea below."

Mentioning his father, Chu Boyong's eyes dimmed even further.

He took a deep drag of his cigarette and looked up with a smile, "It wasn't until I grew up that I realized, there is no sea in Bayinbuluke."

He stood up and patted Zheng Qian's shoulder.

"Young man, thank you for still remembering him. To be honest, I really need a car to participate in the race, and from your tone, you must be very wealthy. I don't need free sponsorship; give me a car, and I will make your advertisement very valuable."

Even now, Chu Boyong was unwilling to accept help from others easily.

His eyes were shining with intense confidence.

But Zheng Qian couldn't bear to look directly at him.

"Sorry, although I can help you get a car, you are destined to lose this race. I might as well tell you, I am the boss of the Qianlu Research Institute. You should have heard the reports from a while ago, right?"

Hearing this, Chu Boyong was suddenly stunned.

He seemed to understand Zheng Qian's intention.

The Racing Association had helped to a great extent; after multiple rounds of negotiation, they agreed to let Shanghe International bring the Autonomous Driving System into the race, and also agreed to let the Qianlu Research Institute's system participate.

But this situation had never been encountered before, especially with the "virtual driver" from the Qianlu Research Institute.

They were allowed to participate and given temporary entry permits, but that wasn't enough.

In order not to disrupt relevant ranking points and other factors.

Zheng Qian needed to find an already registered racing team to join, which is why he sought out Chu Boyong.

"Pardon me for being blunt, this so-called Autonomous Driving System..." Chu Boyong couldn't help but speak up.

"No, you will definitely lose." Zheng Qian's eyes were very firm.

"Precisely because of this, I did not choose to join your team as a wildcard driver, but decided to occupy your spot, because you will definitely lose. But I think this is your comeback battle, and losing to a computer is unfair to you."

"Moreover, this race is filled with excessive commercial nature and is not suitable for you to participate in."

It was precisely for this reason that Zheng Qian found Chu Boyong.

He couldn't bear to see him get eliminated miserably in his comeback battle.

Xiao Qi hurriedly ran over, "Then... then how much money will you spend to prepare the car for us? Boyong, actually, it's fine not to participate in this race. The Bayinbuluke Rally is about to start soon; participating in that is more meaningful!"

"No limit. As long as the technology exists in the world, I can get it."

"At the same time, to compensate for your absence this time, I know it's vulgar... but if money can soothe your pain, I think it's worth spending. One small goal, is that okay?"

"Okay."

Chu Boyong nodded and agreed without any hesitation.

He looked deeply into Zheng Qian's eyes, "Xiao Qi is right. Our goal is Bayinbuluke; that is what symbolizes the top-tier rally race in Kyushu. Prepare the contract; I hope you won't go back on your word."

Zheng Qian breathed a sigh of relief, and just as he was about to nod, Chu Boyong spoke again.

"But then again, since you are so confident in the system of your Qianlu Research Institute, it has also piqued my curiosity. Although I need money, I don't want to be a slave to money."

"If you win the championship, then I hope I can race against this car. If I win, then I will naturally accept the small goal with a smile. But if I lose, I won't take a single cent of your money, because that would prove you are right, and even if I had participated in this race, I would have lost without a doubt."

"No problem."

Zheng Qian took a deep drag of his cigarette and laughed.

But in his heart, he sighed slightly.

Truly a principled man.

To be able to stick to his life's creed even when facing a small goal—he had won Zheng Qian's respect.

Just like that, Zheng Qian settled the most critical qualification issue for the race.

The official start of the race was getting closer and closer.

"President Zheng, what standard of car should we prepare this time? Zhang Hao can cooperate at any time, and many of the 50 cars purchased last time can still be used. Should we take them out?"

He Yanyan asked while sitting beside Zheng Qian.

Looking at the scenery constantly flashing by outside the car window, his eyes trembled slightly.

Then he smiled faintly.

"Find some time to ask Chu Boyong what the configuration of his wrecked car was. We need to get one exactly the same, with every detail being identical. This way... we can consider it fulfilling his dream for him."

Hearing this, Duan Qiran, who was driving, couldn't help himself.

He frowned and said, "Boss, as far as I know, the configuration of his car is very low. It could be several seconds slower than others per kilometer. This... if something goes wrong when the time comes..."

Zheng Qian waved his hand.

"Chu Boyong dares to use this car to participate, and this is his comeback battle; why wouldn't we dare? Let it be this."