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Chapter 550 550. Fleet idea

"Uncle Xu, why are you still in the store alone so late?"

Xu Jia came behind the old drunkard and said something.

Perhaps the alcohol had numbed his nerves. When the old drunkard heard Xu Jia's voice, he realized that someone was already behind him.

His first reaction was not to answer Xu Jia, but to put another wine glass on the table in an inconspicuous place in the corner, and then began to reply: "I just happened to pass by and wanted to find a place to sit down and have a few drinks, so I came in. .”

After finishing speaking, the old drunkard turned to look at Xu Jia and asked, "Where have you been, kid? Why are you still out so late?"

"Go to Tianming Mountain and solve the problem."

Xu Jia had told the old drunkard about Fatty Chen's incident before, and it was the old drunkard who very domineeringly encouraged Xu Jia to find his way back.

So there is no need to hide anything, Xu Jia told the truth.

“How far did you have to run to win?”

“After the second bend at Tianmingshan, I overtook on the straight and won.”

"Okay, I can run just fine."

The old drunkard nodded, turned around, picked up the flask, and refilled himself twice as much, with a rare expression of approval on his face.

"By the way, I've settled the matter of the racing license. Are you ready to go professional?"

So fast?

To be honest, this speed was somewhat beyond Xu Jia's expectations. He thought that within ten days and a half, he might not be able to get a racing license.

If you want to sign up for a professional event, it will take at least a month. The current progress is far ahead of previous expectations.

However, it seems that Xu Jia has not seen the old drunkard appear in the store in the past few days. It seems that he must have gone out to get the racing license himself, so he was able to get it so quickly.

After all, he is a former rally leader in the country and a winner of several "Speed ​​Racing King" titles. It is abnormal to have no relationship at all.

"Ready."

Xu Jia replied calmly that returning to his profession was not a new beginning for him, but a continuation.

"By the way, Uncle Xu, I also have something to tell you."

"whats the matter?"

"I plan to cooperate with others to form a team. In future events, I will participate in the name of a private team, but the partner is a woman, and her name is Feng Bingman."

There is a famous saying in the racing world that drivers do not need women. In fact, a more accurate way to describe it is that the racing world does not need women!

Limited by differences in body structure, women are naturally inferior to male riders in terms of muscle strength and G-value resistance. Moreover, they have a stronger sense of self-protection. When faced with the ultimate challenge of life and death, female riders will survive more out of instinct rather than risking their lives.

Not to mention other inconveniences such as menstrual periods, etc. The combination of various factors makes it basically impossible for women to gain a foothold in the racing industry.

Xu Jia doesn't know anything else. As far as the formula field he was in in his previous life, many female drivers' bodies are basically unable to bear it after one to two hours of racing at ultra-high speeds.

The more serious ones even started to suffer from black vision and dizziness while driving, and had to be forced to brake to terminate the race. How can it be possible to "survive" in the pinnacle of racing when even completing the race is a problem?

Therefore, in the field of professional racing, women are relatively rare, and even if they are there, they are usually in management positions. Moreover, in the more high-end events, even the management level is composed of experienced retired drivers, and women are even rarer.

Take the dozen or so F1 teams as an example. Among the few women in the paddock who can be called by name, apart from the boss of the Mercedes-Benz team, she is also the girlfriend of the head of Ferrari.

Moreover, the latter is famous because of her achievements in film and television. After all, Michelle Yeoh can be regarded as a Chinese international superstar of the previous generation.

<divclass="contentadv">Taking it to China, many older generation riders also have distrust and prejudice against women. Therefore, Xu Jia didn't know whether the old drunkard could accept Feng Bingman's identity as a woman. After all, the times we lived in were different and our thinking concepts were also different.

"What's her ability like?"

"She majors in finance and is an investment banker. She is very good at management and operations. I think she can become a qualified team owner or manager. More importantly, I can't find a more suitable team partner than her at the moment."

"Whatever suits you."

Xu Lang is very similar to Xu Jia in that he only looks at people based on their ability and does not care about the other person's gender or identity.

Otherwise, the old drunkard wouldn't think so highly of Xu Jia. After all, his identity in the beginning was just a wage earner in a car wash shop.

"In addition, I now have half a million, and I plan to ask Feng Bingman to invest some more money to set up the team first, and then consider the racing issues."

A professional team is not just a matter of gathering a few people. Based on the division of labor, it requires at least five professions and six types of people.

They are driver (navigator), team manager, administration department, engineers, technicians, and temporary workers.

Moreover, the team also needs hardware facilities such as base, garage, maintenance room, etc., which also need to be completed in the early preparation stage.

So according to Xu Jia's idea, the team should be put up first, otherwise there would be no place to stay.

As for racing, that can only be figured out later. Although Xu Jia has never run a rally in his life, has he never eaten pork and seen a pig run?

The price of Han Han's racing car is 7 million. No matter how cheap it is to build a new racing car by himself, it will cost around 5 million.

Even if it is like the plot in the movie "Flying Life", the racing car is replaced with various second-hand parts, and then Uncle Shen and Brother Niu are used as free labor for labor costs, I am afraid it will be difficult to lower the final cost of two million.

Xu Jia didn't know what Feng Bingman's investment psychology was, but according to his estimate, two to three million would be pretty good. After all, he only invested 500,000 yuan, and Xu Jia's idea was that the team's shares would be split 50-50, and the remaining part would be regarded as a technical investment.

Otherwise, once Feng Bingman's shareholding exceeds 51%, it will be equivalent to absolute control, and he will still have no decision-making power.

Many things are discussed in business. If Xu Jia wants to follow the path of his own choice in the future and realize the "skipping" F1 plan that is unprecedented and unprecedented, he must not be interfered by the outside world.

Without absolute trust and understanding, and without being able to determine whether the other party's ideas are the same as his own, Xu Jia can only act as a villain first and then a gentleman, and reach a balance between control of the team and Feng Bingman.

"What does Feng Bingman mean by voting a part? Drivers always need accurate numbers."

Xu Lang was slightly dissatisfied when he heard Xu Jia's ambiguous idea.

"I haven't given her a confirmed reply on cooperation yet, so I estimate that the other party's psychological price is around two million."

"Two million? You can't even build a car rack, so you still want to build a team rack?"

Faced with the words of the old drunkard, Xu Jia was speechless. It was not that he didn't understand the truth, but the problem was that he had no money.

Last night, Xu Jia was even brave enough to do things like underground racing and gambling. If he had been based on his status and style in his previous life, he would never have done such a low-level thing.

Seeing that Xu Jia didn't speak, Xu Lang naturally understood that this boy must have no money.

“I still have about a million, and then I’ll help find a way to get a batch of racing parts. I’d better get the frame of the car first, and then think about the frame of the team.