car altar supreme

Chapter 15 Enhanced Modification
"Mo Shu, we have already repaired your car."

The chief technician of Stellar Racing said with a tired face that in order for Mo Shu to participate in the main race smoothly, he led the technician team to fight for 10 hours overnight, and then he repaired Mo Shu's horrible car after it rolled over.

"Thank you, it's been so hard!"

"That's not a problem, just think about how to win the championship, and leave the rest to us!"

Mo Shu put his palms together and thanked him several times. You must know that without these team members, even if he has superb driving skills, it would be useless if the car is not powerful.

Suddenly he thought of something, and hurriedly said to the chief technician, "Can you do me another favor?"

Of course it’s okay to help, everyone belongs to the same team, but Mo Shu pushed the racing car to the lifting platform and raised it again, which made the chief technician a little anxious and ashamed.

"You're not going to make a big move before the start of the race, are you?" The chief technician remembered the time when Wang Yining changed the car in the trials.

"It's a small change, a small change." Mo Shu couldn't help but reassure the other person, then he took a maintenance light and slid under the car.

"Mo Shu! Where's Mo Shu!" Wang Yu rushed into the maintenance workshop with a pale face, stumbling around like a headless fly.

The main race of GTCC is about to start, but at this time Mo Shu has disappeared.

On the Fugang International Circuit, 19 ready-to-go racing cars lined up neatly, but Mo Shu's NO.15 parking space was empty.

The auditorium is still full, and there are many important figures in the VIP seats on the rostrum to watch the game.

"The Black Mirror did a good job in qualifying. That kid Mo Shu probably abstained." Zhao Kunlun snorted coldly. It was the first time he appeared on the field in so many days, probably because of the blonde sitting on his right. Western women.

From time to time, Zhao Kunlun would come over and say something flatteringly, but the Westerner looked very aloof and arrogant. He only nodded his head occasionally, and his cold mouth formed a great contrast with Zhao Kunlun's attitude.

Her name is Wilmin, her age is unknown, she looks about 30 years old, but she is a well-known independent sponsor in the international racing world.

The reason why she wears the title of "independent" is because Wilmin herself has not registered any companies or institutions in any country. All sponsorship activities are completed in her own name. Among internationally renowned teams and drivers, Nearly one-third of them have received her sponsorship.

This is puzzling. The sponsors of racing cars are generally group companies. In order to increase their popularity, expand their influence, and promote transaction volume, they are of course willing to give financial sponsorship to team drivers.

What is Vermin for?
Personal popularity?There are many ways for a woman with so much money to become famous.

To make more money?But she doesn't run any business or sell any merchandise.

Since fame and fortune have nothing to do with it, I'm afraid it can only be explained as personal hobbies, but the reason for hobbies is too far-fetched.

So people have speculated that the reason for her to pay the money cannot be disclosed to the public at all. Many media even sent people to follow and film her daily life all year round. Needless to say, the result was definitely nothing.

There was only one time when a certain media secretly filmed a late-night conversation between her and six other people in a South Asian country, but the length of the video was only 9 seconds before it became pitch black.

Although these 9 seconds cannot explain the problem, but in the world public opinion, another wave of prophecy has been set off.

The most extreme one even accuses Weiermin of spending money like water in an attempt to manipulate the entire world of racing, and those who met her in secret are the six top drivers who enjoy the title of "Six Worlds of Heaven" in today's racing world.

Although there is no basis for this statement, isn't conspiracy theory just what many people talk about after dinner?
The world needs this, racing enthusiasts also need this, and even Mo Shu needs it to a certain extent. Many people only remember the famous title of "Six Realms God" after seeing this speech on the Internet.

"Lao Wang, where am I?" Mo Shucong climbed out from under the car, his hands and head covered with oil.

As soon as Wang Yu picked up Mo Shu, he started to put a racing suit on him in a bewilderment, and kept muttering: "My God, if you don't go on the track, you will be disqualified!"

"It's too late, it's too late, I'm stuck on time..." Mo Shu explained with a smile.

"At this critical moment, what car do you think you want to modify?" Wang Yu complained, while chasing him around to help him tidy up his racing uniform.

Mo Shu, on the other hand, was in no hurry to rush to the track. Instead, he unhurriedly turned on the power of the racing car testing station, and arranged for the technicians to drive the newly modified racing car.

"You" Wang Yu is going to faint with anger.

"Don't worry, give me 5 minutes to show you my results." Mo Shu proudly pointed at his car.

The racing car started, and the testing station started to work. Wang Yu didn't even bother to watch this. He was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, and urged Mo Shu to report quickly.

All the data on the screen of the test stand are very stable, and the indicators such as horsepower and torque fully meet the needs of competition. Everything is normal and not normal.

"Why did you let me read this?" Wang Yu looked at the data that had been studied [-] times and was about to lose his mind.

But Que put his finger on Wang Yu's mouth, and snapped his fingers at the chief technician with the other hand.

Wang Yu slapped Mo Shu's finger like crazy, and dragged Mo Shu out of the workshop almost in a "crazy" manner.

"You have to play for me now."

Suddenly, Wang Yu's roar suddenly stopped. Several technicians watching the excitement behind the two were also stunned, and the chief technician in front of the inspection station was even more dumbfounded.

Only Mo Shu had a confident smile still written on his face.

Wang Yu let go of Mo Shu and stood in front of the testing table. He saw that the waveform of each set of data on the screen climbed with the roar of the racing engine, and stopped at a position that was twice as high as the original waveform after about 30 seconds.

Wang Yu was stunned for a while, and suddenly complained more strongly: "You changed it like this! You failed the car inspection! You didn't even get a grade!"

However, when he converted the screen into a racing configuration interface.

Oh my God!All modified accessories do not exceed the competition regulations.

why? !

Not only Wang Yu, but also the crew technicians were shocked. Fortunately, Mo Shu is a famous driver. If he became a technician, their jobs would be lost!

Mo Shu stepped forward and helped Wang Yu push back his chin that was about to fall to the original position, and said triumphantly, "Hmph, old Wang, do you admire him?"

"Tell me, how did you modify your car?"

"Yes, yes, tell us?" All the technicians were also thirsty for knowledge.

What kind of stingy person is Mo Shu? With one wave of his hand, he seems to be pointing the country, his eyes are piercing like a god descending from the earth, and he said in a serious voice, "Secret!"

"Cut~~~"

Everyone booed.

Mo Shu was frightened. He couldn't confess the system skill of "enhancing modified parts" in the first place. Even if he confessed, no one would believe it. Mo Shu quickly explained that it wasn't that he didn't want to teach it, but that he really had an unspeakable secret. He hoped everyone would respect his privacy.

"Hey, Master! We are joking!"

"That's right, God Mo doesn't have to take it seriously!"

"Mo God is mighty!"

While everyone was joking, a man dressed as a tournament official pushed in the door and shouted: "Who is Mo Shu? Why don't you compete? Get out of here!"

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(End of this chapter)