I tinkered with cars and built a super military industry

Qian Sheng looked back and forth in the car's area, and the more he looked, the more disbelief appeared in his eyes.

Judging from his car modification experience, almost all the chassis screws of the car in front of him have been moved.

For ordinary family cars, it is easy to move screws. After all, family cars are economical models.

To put it bluntly, even if there is a small difference in height between the two sides, you can't feel anything. The upper limit of the speed of a family car is there.

But it is absolutely impossible for competition models, especially the adjustment of the chassis.

For every modified car, the power can be improved, either by forging the engine or transplanting a high-power engine and transmission.

But the car's territory requires engineers and drivers to work together to adjust it.

Every time the site is moved, it must be adjusted at least ten times, and this is only done from one aspect.

If the Fit in front of me is such a big change, it may not be possible to complete the adjustment in a month.

Qian Sheng carefully inspected the Fit's territory, because from his professional point of view, this car was definitely made by a master.

"How is it, Brother Qian Sheng!" Zhao Hai asked.

"The chassis of your car has been greatly tampered with, and the ball head inside the right tie rod has obvious signs of repair." Qian Sheng pointed at the ball head and said.

"Repair the tie rod ball head? If this thing breaks, shouldn't it be replaced with a new one? Why is it still being repaired?" Zhao Hai asked doubtfully.

"The highest level of car modification is to restore the car to its original appearance."

"The master's work is to adjust the original parts of the vehicle without changing the vehicle, so that the vehicle can reach its best condition." Qian Sheng explained.

"Brother Qian Sheng means that my car is in its best condition?" Zhao Hai asked.

"It's not the best, it's excellent!" Qian Sheng looked at the Fit in front of him, his eyes gleaming.

"Is this too exaggerated, Brother Qian Sheng?" Zhao Hai asked.

"Exaggeration? In the current state of this car, if you ask me to adjust it, I may not be able to adjust it even if it takes half a year." Qian Sheng said.

"Could it be that the other party accidentally adjusted it? Look, there are still some screws that I haven't installed yet."

"Also, Brother Qian, please replace the inner tie rod head with a new one on the right side. Who still uses the repaired ball head these days?" Zhao Hai said.

When Zhao Hai said this, Qian Sheng fell into a brief thought.

With the way this car is currently tuned, Qian Sheng thinks he can't do it.

Moreover, he still couldn't understand some things about the car's chassis adjustment. As Zhao Hai said, there were a lot of screws on the chassis that were not installed.

Qian Sheng took several photos of the site and brought these photos to the technical group for discussion.

After Qian Sheng finished doing this, he said to Zhao Hai: "Don't move the inner tie rod head of your car yet. This move requires a lot of data adjustment.

"And the chassis adjustment of your car has reached an excellent state. If the ball head of the inner tie rod is moved, it will be difficult for me to adjust it in such a state."

"That's it! Then don't move the ball head first!"

"Brother Qian Sheng, since my little Feidu has arrived, let's go to the racing track and sign up later," Zhao Hai said.

Qian Sheng nodded, Zhao Hai would bring this Fit with him every time he competes.

Qian Sheng asked Zhao Hai curiously before, and Zhao Hai said that having Fei Du by his side would increase his confidence in winning the game.

Seeing that the other party didn't want to talk, Qian Sheng was also very knowledgeable and didn't want to ask more questions.

the next day.

Drivers from all walks of life flocked to Nanshan Circuit, the most famous of which were Zhao Hai and Mr. Zhou.

Mr. Zhou is the son of Jiangcheng Jiangben Automobile Co., Ltd. In order to compete for the successor, he is recruiting talents from all over the world.

Zhao Hai is one of them.

Zhao Hai is very good at playing cars, and he also plays Bentian.

I have many unique insights into this series of Bentian cars.

In addition, Zhao Hai has been playing Bentian for many years and has become a successful IP. He is simply a walking traffic package.

Based on the above two points, Mr. Zhou wants to take Zhao Hai into his pocket.

But Zhao Hai is a person who is used to freedom and does not want to go to Jiangben Company.

To this end, the two made an appointment for three games. The rule was that two out of three games would be the best. Whoever wins will be left to his own devices.

Zhao Hai and Mr. Zhou each won one game in the first two games. This Nanshan track is the last game of the bet.

On the track, Mr. Zhou’s car and Zhao Hai’s car were lined up side by side.

The two men, who were fully armed, looked at each other and said hello.

However, the moment Mr. Zhou turned his head, there was an imperceptible coldness in his eyes.

He has taken over Zhao Hai. If he can't use it, he will destroy it directly.

Just as everyone was waiting for the green light, the racing track suddenly suspended the race, saying that there was a crack in a piece of the track and needed to be repaired immediately.

With this, all racers can return to their teams to rest temporarily and wait for notification from the racing track.

Zhao Hai felt a little lucky because he felt that he was always uneasy today.

He drove the car back to the team and asked Qian Sheng to inspect his car again.

Qian Sheng was very puzzled. The car Zhao Hai competed with was made by him. He had checked it over ten times and found no problems at all.

In order to make Zhao Hai feel at ease, Qian Sheng took the crowbar, pulled the arm against the suspension or ball head of the chassis, and pried it side by side.

However, when I moved to the left front suspension, I made a strange sound.

The sound was clicking. For Qian Sheng, who had been modifying cars for many years, this sound was definitely not normal.

Qian Sheng took out a strong flashlight, hung it up and looked back and forth, and found that there was no problem with the hanging.

But the sound puzzled Qian Sheng. How could the suspension make such a sound?

Could it be that the suspension has been tampered with?

Qian Sheng decided to ask Zhao Hai to wait, he wanted to help him change the suspension first.

"Brother Qian Sheng, is there something wrong with this suspension?" Zhao Hai asked.

"It feels like there is something wrong, but I can't find where the problem lies. I want to dismantle it and take a look." Qian Sheng said.

When Zhao Hai heard that there was a problem with the participating car, not only was he not anxious, but he looked relieved.

The restless mood just now seemed to have turned into smoke with the results of Qian Sheng's examination.

At this moment, each team received a notice from the racing venue.

After the lane repairs are completed, drivers from each team are invited to go to the racing venue.

"So fast?" Qian Sheng asked doubtfully. He hadn't removed the suspension yet.

The car must not be moved until the problem is determined. If there is an accident on the track, the car may be destroyed and people may be killed.

Zhao Hai obviously knew the seriousness of the matter, but now he didn't have a spare car.

After thinking about it, Zhao Hai saw the blue little Fit parked next to the corner.

Zhao Hai's eyes happened to fall on Qian Sheng's eyes.

"Zhao Hai, you don't want to drive it on the track!"

"Although I really admire the tuning of this car, it is different from the track." Qian Sheng said.

"It's okay, Brother Qian Sheng, I'll choose it. You can take your time with this car."

After saying that, Zhao Hai quickly asked the team to install a roll cage on his little Fit and put a race number plate on it.

Zhao Hai looked at the blue little Fit in front of him and always felt that this car had an inexplicable attraction.

Under this attraction, it can also give people a sense of security and grounding.

On the other side, Team Emoto.

Mr. Zhou was wearing racing gloves and chatting quietly with his team's technician.

"Have everything been arranged for Zhao Hai's car?" Mr. Zhou asked.

"Don't worry, sir, liquid nitrogen has been sprayed on the left front suspension of Zhao Hai's competition car. Within five laps, the suspension of that car will be disconnected."

Mr. Zhou nodded with satisfaction. No matter what, he would win this game and lay the foundation for the fight for Emoto's heir.

However, when Mr. Zhou and Zhao Hai returned to the track again, the former looked surprised when he saw the latter's car.