olympian big player

646 Chapter 646 - Who is not yet a girl

"Sorry, I will take a closer look, it's my fault this time, but...forget it, I hope you can understand that racing is a very dangerous sport, and I don't want you to increase your competition because of off-field factors risk, can you understand what I mean?" Toto Wolff looked at Bu Zelu seriously and said.

"Understood, I have nothing to do, I'm going to rest!" Bu Zelu said hello and left the office.

Toto Wolff is really hot today, because the team put too much pressure on him, especially in the current situation.

After accumulating so many years of technology and investing in it for an unknown number of years, this year saw the light of day. Bu Zelu brought the team a dream start.

Even today the team and driver rankings are still the first, but in these few rounds, Bu Zelu's performance is not smooth, which makes Toto Wolff very anxious, although everyone understands that there are objective factors.

But sports competitions are full of surprises, which is why sports competitions are loved by people all over the world.

But the management doesn't care so much, what they need is achievements, especially actions that bring them less influence than imagined.

Even Bu Zelu recently proposed to buy the car that was damaged in Spa before, and the executives said that it can be discussed, but it will not be discussed until the end of this year's season.

A racing car, only the internal parts are damaged, and there is no graduation to repair it, but the technology inside still exists. It is impossible to sell this kind of racing car to individuals.

Bu Zelu's degree of freedom in the team is getting higher and higher. This is also the situation with the acquiescence of the team's top management. They even offered to give a five-year contract to sign Bu Zelu and give them an unprecedented maximum salary.

This driver is not a simple racing driver, but a top-level existence in the sports circle, a famous cross-border top athlete.

Under such a pressure situation, after Toto Wolff came to the paddock today, he was shocked to hear such news from the media, and became angry all of a sudden.

Coupled with some guidance given by the top management, his temper was infinitely increased. The team is under his management, and no one else has the right to intervene.

Regardless of whether Bu Zelu is a top star or not, working under him requires a professional attitude, and he doesn't want to take care of anything outside of Bu Zelu's field.

But the premise is not to affect the work.

It was not the first time that he played games all night last night. Last time, he even caught up in the RV and almost missed the qualifying match.

This isn't the first time the two have talked.

So this was also the first time he saw Bu Zelu, and his temper came, and he called him to the office in a stern tone in front of most of the staff.

But at this time, Toto Wolfe needs to calm down. After all, the things in the media and newspapers are not true. After all these years, he has faced the media countless times.

"Bayer, are you free? I want to chat with you!" Toto Wolfe still looked for Bayer, after all, in the team, Bayer and Bu Zelu had the best relationship.

Especially since the two of them often play games together, he thinks it's better to ask Bayer, who is at least an 'insider' about the game circle.

Bu Zelu came to the VIP viewing room of Mercedes like no one else, and went to look for the young player Buffon.

After all, the two of them can be regarded as acquaintances, and the joint invitation of him and Mercedes can also be regarded as deepening the communication relationship.

"Gianluigi, long time no see. I heard that you won the national derby yesterday?" Bu Zelu asked cheerfully.

"Yes, very lucky, hahaha!" Buffon happily hugged Bu Zelu.

"I'm a Milan fan!" Bu Zelu shrugged.

"Well, then I can only say sorry!" Buffon said cheerfully.

"But I belong to the Rossoneri!" Bu Zelu joked.

He really has a lot of communication with the football circle, but it is normal in Europe. The easiest thing for all sports stars to know is European football players, or to put it bluntly.

As long as you are a European star, if you don't have many football star friends, you are not a star.

As a fake fan, Bu Zelu chatted happily with Buffon, and the football stars he knows are also officially the stars of Buffon's era.

Like the current football star, he also knows the peerless double pride.

Listening to Buffon talking about some of the Seven Sisters in Serie A back then, I was surprised and gained a lot of knowledge.

When he participated in the football match organized by Neuer, Buffon was the goalkeeper of the opposing team. Neuer, a bastard, acted as a striker himself, and even pulled Buffon to help him back up.

Bu Zelu and Buffon chatted until the team started working, and then they made an appointment to drink after the game, and were even invited to Turin as a guest.

After a while, Toto Wolff understood the matter, but he still didn't understand. Did this bastard really forget to turn off the computer?
But even so, is more than 3 hours of sleep really enough?

Anyway, I apologized to Bu Zelu, and then returned to normal work.

After participating in the pre-race promotional activities and driver meeting, I ran to participate in the driver parade.

Today's driver's parade is a bit different, at least the one that Bu Zelu sat down is a concept sports car from Mercedes.

AMG GT-R.

It is expected to be unveiled next year, so in fact Bu Zelu is indeed a concept car.

Not only that, in order to cater to the concept of F1 driver parade, Mercedes also specially prepared a convertible version for Bu Zelu to use. Originally, they hired a driver, but Bu Zelu heard that it was a concept sports car and insisted on asking himself drive.

As for the painting, Bu Zelu learned from Mercedes that it was called the 'Green Devil', but it was impossible for Bu Zelu to agree, at least this car was painted in pink.

That's right, for this paint, Mercedes worked overtime to change the silver paint to pink, and then shipped it to Milan.

Who is not yet a girl, Bu Zelu drove a pink kawaii AMG-GTR and attracted a lot of attention when it appeared.

For this reason, when Bu Zelu came near his exclusive la la la stand, he immediately came to show off with speed and elegance.

Toto Wolff saw Bu Zelu's behavior from the live broadcast, and covered his face directly. He was already thinking about how to explain to the people at the car factory when he went back.

It is customary for several factory teams to unveil concept sports cars in F1. After all, this is one of the best occasions to promote concept sports cars.

On the other hand, Rosberg in front of him doesn't have this kind of treatment. He still drives the old sports car of convertible version AMG-SLC.

After playing for a while, Bu Zelu watched a group of staff come up to him, looked at him with disgust, and quickly started checking the car for any scratches or anything.

"Tch, what's the big deal, I'll buy it at worst!" Bu Zelu said angrily.

"You are so beautiful!" Toto Wolfe also came over and said angrily, "I can't even buy it."

"Hmph, you have more face than me?" Bu Zelu raised his head to look at the falling raindrops while talking, shrugged his shoulders, "It's raining again, it's really annoying!"

Toto Wolff looked at Paozhe even more strangely, who wanted the team 'as usual' after yesterday's qualifying.

No, when it was raining, a group of engineers from the factory hurried to find a rain cover, hurriedly protected their treasure, and hurriedly transported it to a container in the parking lot.

"Okay, let's get ready. Today your start is at the back. Pay attention. Our racing car is very competitive. At least don't fight too hard at the start." Toto Wolf endured at Bu Zelu He nodded and said.

"I know it well, don't worry!" Bu Zelu sighed when he thought of his position in qualifying.

He and Raikkonen are 11th and 12th, and he belongs to the latter.

After returning to the maintenance room, he changed into a set of driver equipment, and then Bu Zelu checked that the system's transformation equipment was correct, and then walked to the track with an umbrella.

No, Bu Zelu and Raikkonen, two brothers and sisters, were standing together and chatting. They were fighting for the first place in the last stop, and even in the end, both of them were on the podium.

But now, neither of them qualified for Q3.

"Kimi, is there anything after the game?" Bu Zelu chatted with Raikkonen while holding an umbrella.

"Well, I'm going home, I have ten days of vacation, by the way, if you are free, come to my house for a drink!" Raikkonen thought for a while and said.

"Gianluigi asked me to go to Turin after the game. By the way, he also asked me to find some people to go to wine tasting. I heard that there is a whiskey that is more than 30 years old!" Bu Zelu scratched his chin, "Yes, Turin Is it the sweet capital of Europe?"

"Whiskey for more than 30 years, ahem, I have nothing to do after the game, don't you know that it is sweet? Turin is the chocolate center of Europe, where chocolate is rich." Raikkonen suddenly became interested.

"Are you going?" Bu Zelu looked at Raikkonen contemptuously. Just now, this guy was sneaking at his racing car, and now he didn't even look at the car.

"I happened to go to Turin to buy some chocolates. My girlfriend likes a brand there very much. I'll introduce it to you later. It's delicious!" When Raikkonen heard that he was going to taste wine, Mamma Mia, what a big deal Give me the back row.

"No, you tell me the brand, I bought it for you, I will ask Bottas later, by the way, he seems to be behind!" Bu Zelu turned his head and looked at the racing car behind.

"Boy, I warn you, well, take me, do you know how rare whiskey has been preserved for more than 30 years?" Raikkonen put his arms around Bu Zelu's neck directly, "At most, at most ice wine made by me this year I can give you a barrel."

"A barrel? You are so generous!" Bu Zelu rolled his eyes, thinking that he should look for Bottas. People in Northern Europe are all good wine drinkers.

"Do you know how big a barrel is? Is it so big? I only brew 5 barrels a year. No, I want to bring some last year's wine to Buffon!" Raikkonen gestured as he spoke.

"Are you sure there is a barrel as big as the door of the maintenance room? I don't read much, so don't lie to me!" Bu Zelu looked disbelieving. If it was a gasoline barrel, he would still believe it. After all, his family also has the kind of oak barrels for brewing red wine.

(End of this chapter)