There was indeed a mountain race track called Mount Haruna in Guangzhou.
But this autumn mountain is not that autumn mountain.
Although the Mount Akiname in Guangzhou was not as famous as the Mount Akiname in Japan, it was not inferior to the five consecutive hairpin bends that made the Mount Akiname famous in Japan!
Ever since the movie about the Racer God of Mount Haruna was released, many Chinese teenagers had been influenced and embarked on the road of racing.
To the underground racers of Guangzhou, Mount Qiuming was their paradise.
Night fell.
There would be a large number of racers and people who liked to watch car races.
Among them were a large number of social elites and white-collar workers.
Han Shuo had heard Meng Tao talk about Mount Qiu in high spirits a long time ago, but he didn't think much of it.
However, when he really came here and felt the atmosphere, he could not help but be shocked.
In Han Shuo's eyes, this place was not just a racing track, but more like a colosseum!
In the suburbs of Guangzhou, at the foot of Mount Akinami.
The empty land that was deserted more than ten years ago was now filled with all kinds of cars.
Most of them were cheap Volkswagen Jettas, but there were also Ferrari and Maybach sports cars.
Han Shuo stood in the middle of a group of men and women, looking for Meng Tao.
After scanning the area a few times, he finally found Meng Tao next to a fiery red Ferrari.
"This damn fatty, his family is really rich!”
Although Han Shuo did not know much about sports cars, he could tell that the Ferrari was definitely not cheap.
He thought Meng Tao had a car like this in real life, which was why he sighed.
However, Han Shuo did not know that Meng Tao was only having fun in his dreams.
No one in the class knew that Meng Tao's hobby was actually car racing.
In this era where the popularity of private cars was not very high, it was really shocking for a junior high school student to say that his hobby was racing.
Therefore, Meng Tao had never mentioned it and had always hidden his little hobby.
Han Shuo had heard him talk about it occasionally, so he knew a little about it.
When Meng Tao was ten years old, he had been in a car driven by his cousin, who was a professional racer, and had fallen in love with this kind of fast game.
Meng Tao had always liked the Ferrari brand, and he dreamed of owning a Ferrari LaFerrari of his own!
This car was expensive, and the limited edition of 499 units in the world marked its unusual status. Many people couldn't get it for a lot of money.
Although it was nothing to Meng Tao's family, he was a junior high school student. His father did not approve of him racing, so why would he be willing to buy it for him?
As Han Shuo approached Meng Tao, a few men had already walked up to Meng Tao and started chatting with him.
A bald man with a row of ear piercings and ear studs walked to Meng Tao's side and greedily sized up the fiery red Ferrari behind him.
"Little fatty, is this car yours?"
"Yes, it's mine. What's wrong?" Meng Tao nodded.”
"Is this your first time racing? I've never seen you before…"
As soon as the bald man finished speaking, a thin man with long hair and a braid beside him also said,"Are you interested in playing?"
Meng Tao's eyes lit up." Yes!”
"Car racing is a competition. "Since it's a competition, there must be a winner. There's a bet." The woman, who was dressed slightly scantily, had a smile on her face.
Meng Tao understood what they meant and interrupted,"What are the stakes?"
The bald man laughed and patted Meng Tao's shoulder. Then, he pointed at a few cars at the side and said,"Do you see? The three cars on the right are ours.”
Meng Tao looked over and saw three sports cars parked side by side.
Meng Tao knew a lot about cars, so he quickly recognized the three cars.
They were a silver Porsche 918, a modified white Toyota AE86, and a Ford Mustang GT500 with strong muscles.
All of them were supercars with large engine capacity. Although the most expensive Porsche was twice as cheap as his Ferrari LaFerrari, he had to admit that the three people in front of him were from wealthy families to be able to drive such a car. They were at least rich second-generation heirs with tens of millions of family assets.
If it was in reality, the car that Meng Tao dared to dream of was about this level.
But now, in the dream realm, on Mount Qiu.
His Ferrari LaFerrari, which was the only one in Guangzhou and sold for more than 20 million yuan, was too eye-catching.
Many people looked at Meng Tao as if they were looking at a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered.
However, Meng Tao did not react at all to all of this.
That was why he foolishly and defenseless asked what the bet was.
He had stepped into a trap so easily…
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