Yan Yu's words can cause discussion like a tsunami because of his holiday with Django and others, and his father's status.

Now, there is a more powerful person who speaks out, and it is a compliment and encouragement to "A Bridge of Destiny".

Do you think the rhythm will not take off?

"Damn it, Fang Cong and Old Fang are out!"

"I'll stand on Teacher Fang's side this time!"

"One is a famous artist, the other is a national music hall-level artist. It is clear at a glance who is so powerful."

"Don't mess up the rhythm, I'm commenting on Xiao Yan, not Lao Yan."

"Teacher Fang's comments are very pertinent, not hype or shady."

"This song does have shortcomings, but in today's Chinese music scene, it is enough to sweep a piece of so-called 'national style songs'."

...

In just over a dozen minutes, Fang Cong’s Weibo reposts exceeded 20,000.

The wind direction changes instantly.

What a big netizen who asked Fang Cong to take action?

Actually, it's not, even if it does, it's not that fast.

It was Fang Cong’s friend who was looking for him, who was it? Zhou Mulong.

This reflects the importance of connections, and they will lend a helping hand to you when you are in trouble.

Demon City, Shuyuexuan.

This is one of the rare study-style teahouses in China, showing the taste of "study", simple and elegant, and radiating the spirit of books.

Tables and chairs are placed in the study, drinking tea, and savoring culture.

"Lao Zhou, it's not easy to drink your tea."

"Then I'll ask you for a week, that's OK."

"After that being said, you are so concerned about Django, is it Ling Wei's boyfriend?"

"You also know that I don't interfere with my daughters' relationship. They are just ordinary friends at present. I appreciate and expect him more. The entertainment industry has been dominated by traffic for more than ten years, and its aesthetics have gradually distorted. Fast food works are in power, and a breakthrough is needed."

"Do you think he has this strength?"

"Have you read his works that I recommended?"

"I saw it, otherwise how could I help you and participate in the trouble of the two juniors."

...

Zhou Mulong poured tea for Fang Cong.

Fang Cong raised his glass, the fragrance of tea was everywhere, and he sipped slowly and savored carefully, leaving fragrance on his teeth and cheeks.

Zhou Mulong poured tea again and said, "Why is Lao Yan's son so different from his personality?"

Fang Cong replied: "After Lao Yan divorced, the child has been living with his mother."

Zhou Mulong suddenly said, "No wonder, Old Yan is gentle and elegant, low-key and restrained, but his son has such a great hostility."

Fang Cong finished drinking the tea again, put down his cup and said, "Django is not a fuel-efficient lamp, but he knows how to 'collect' and 'release'."

Zhou Mulong poured tea and smiled, "You can't let others shit on your head unscrupulously. You can't be cowardly when it's time to fight back."

Fang Cong said again: "Find an opportunity to introduce me to you."

Zhou Mulong smiled and said, "Do you fall in love with him?"

Fang Cong said without any concealment: "He is a talented young man. I want to hear his views on national joy. If possible, I will cooperate."

Zhou Mulong nodded and said, "Okay, I'll arrange it."

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On the other side, Magic City International Racing Stadium.

"Why do Yin and Yang people have bad butts?" Zhou Lingwei couldn't find the logic of this sentence.

"Uh, this..." Django touched his nose awkwardly and said, "You'd better not know."

Chen Gan's eyes drifted into the distance and laughed hard.

Seeing this, Zhou Lingwei knew that she was definitely not embarrassed, so she didn't ask.

Django saw his car being driven into the field, so he said, "Do you want to go to the track to experience it?"

Zhou Lingwei's eyes lit up, she was eager to try, and said, "Okay."

The three of them went down the stands and arrived on the track.

The appearance of Django and Zhou Lingwei attracted a lot of attention.

The high appearance of handsome men and beautiful women is one reason, but it is mainly because Django has become a topical figure in the circle of rich second generations. The appearance of real people naturally attracts much attention.

"Do you want to drive a circle by yourself?" Django and the staff brought the keys.

"Next time, there are too many cars here. If it hits, it will cost more money. Just carry me to experience it." Zhou Lingwei thought that her driving skills were not enough in the above track.

"Come on." Django helped her open the car door and returned to the driver's seat when she got in the car. "The seat belt is tied."

Chen Gan lay down by the car window and asked, "Do you want to challenge the record?"

He refers to the amateur records created by their car owners at previous supercar carnivals, not records set by professional drivers.

When Django had not traveled through time, that "Django" and Chen often did this.

Django had never opened the track, so he found a reason to make excuses and said, "I have been busy with the company's affairs in the past two years and haven't practiced much anymore. Let's talk about it later."

Chen Gan just said casually that he hadn't practiced for a long time and was unfamiliar and didn't drive fast just now.

Django closed the door, started, and slowly opened the track.

Zhou Lingwei felt racing for the first time and was a little excited.

At this time, you should have a song called "Shrimp House" or "Drift" to make it taste internal.

Django hung the gear to neutral position, then stepped on the accelerator pedal to blast the oil, creating a deafening sound.

At the warning of the staff, the car rushed out like the wind.

Django himself was also quite excited. Fast and passion are the exclusive romance of men, and high-performance sports cars are the steel lovers of men.

The total length of the Magic City International Raceway is 5451.24 meters, with 7 left turns and 7 right turns. Its average speed is 205 kilometers per hour, and the longest straight path length is 1175 meters, which is located between curves T13 and T14.

Django naturally didn't dare to drive so fast, and he couldn't drive, that was the speed of the F1 racing car.

However, he stepped on the accelerator to the bottom until the time was right, and the speed was instantly raised.

When the speed reaches 260km/h, I can't hear the roar of the engine. All the sounds of the raging wind and my heartbeat echoing in my ears.

This feels very special and very comfortable.

Zhou Lingwei's face was flushed, and she felt that her soul was about to leave her body.

After the end of the lap, she said with unsatisfactory words: "Can you do another lap?"

Django was not satisfied with driving either, so he greeted the staff and continued to gallop on the track.

"He hasn't solved the problem, he has a good time here."

"Fuck, this pussy, who used to be so careless, turned out to be a TM."

"Others say that the heart is the heart of a prodigal son."

"Do you believe it? I don't."

"However, I heard that Chen Gan made a lot of money with him, and that McLaren P1 made it in just one year."

"This is the fact. My dad and his company are about to go and discuss sponsorship with their company."

...

Several rich second-generations from Hangzhou gathered together and chatted.

Not far away.

Qian Song, the president of Hangzhou Supercar Club, found Chen Gan and asked, "Is Django here?"
Chapter completed!