"Li Wenxuan, did you say ’car god’? Haha, do you think you are a car god? That’s really funny. I admit you have a decent set of skills, but you’re a long way from being a car god," Fan Lei laughed scornfully.
What surprised him, however, was that Li Wenxuan didn’t retort. He just smiled and then shut his mouth, looking around in confusion. Among those present, aside from their own crew, Fan Lei really couldn’t tell who else belonged to the car fanatic group.
"Fan Lei, you’re no good!" Li Wenxuan gave Fan Lei a thumbs down, then turned around and walked towards Lin Tian without waiting for Fan Lei to react.
"Excuse me, are you Brother Lin Tian?" Li Wenxuan approached Lin Tian with an expectant look, speaking with unprecedented respect.
Whether it was Li Wenxuan’s companions, his rival Fan Lei, or the people from the bar, everyone was shocked; they all knew what type of person Li Wenxuan was. He seemed mild and scholarly in appearance but was a complete madman in reality.
He never pursued speed in his car playing but sought thrills and dangers, choosing dangerous mountain roads to race on. He was famously known as Li the Madman in the car playing circles for his reckless daring.
Fan Lei also liked to seek thrills, which was why he chose to ride motorcycles—riding motorcycles was more dangerous than driving cars. Although he and Li Wenxuan were on bad terms because cars and motorcycles naturally conflicted, he understood that Li Wenxuan was a proud man deep inside.
Yet here was Li Wenxuan, politely addressing a young man as ’Brother’ who was clearly younger than him and even carrying a tone of admiration.
Lin Tian was also puzzled; how did Li Wenxuan know him? He nodded and said, "I am Lin Tian, but I don’t believe we’ve met before."
"You really are Brother Lin Tian. Brother Tian doesn’t recognize me, but I certainly recognize Brother Tian," Li Wenxuan said excitedly, then turned to his companions and said, "You bunch of rascals, always thinking so highly of your skills, now that you see Brother Tian, you better start calling him respectfully."
"Hello, Brother Tian!" The car enthusiast crowd shouted in unison, their faces as excited as Li Wenxuan’s.
Now the people in the bar were dumbfounded; their new boss had actually gained recognition from this group and even the title of ’Brother’, a treatment their previous boss had never received. Manager Zhao and Ma Xiangrong from behind the crowd were completely at a loss. What was going on? Why were these people calling Lin Tian ’Brother Tian’? Both wracked their brains but couldn’t understand.
"Li Wenxuan, you just mentioned that he is the legendary Lin Tian from our circle?" Fan Lei asked in disbelief.
"None of this ’this and that.’ Fan Lei, if you dare disrespect Brother Tian again, watch out—I’ll lose it. Do you think the title of ’car god’ is casually assigned? You really lack discernment and still dare to call yourself a car enthusiast," Li Wenxuan shouted angrily, speaking very rudely.
But what puzzled the crowd again was that Fan Lei, who had been arrogant just a moment ago, actually laughed when Li Wenxuan scolded him. He also walked up to Lin Tian, respectfully saying, "Hello, Brother Tian!"
"You guys, hurry up and say ’Hello, Brother Tian,’ and do it loudly. Don’t embarrass me. If you lose face compared to him, Li Wenxuan, where will I put my face?" Fan Lei turned around and yelled at his companions, speaking in a tone just like Li Wenxuan’s.
"Hello, Brother Tian!" The motorcycle group indeed shouted louder than their rivals.
Not only were the bar’s supervisor, shift leader, and waitstaff stunned to the point of immobility, but Lin Tian was also confused by the two groups. Moments ago, they had been at each other’s throats, but now they were all showing respect towards him. What was this all about?
"Uh, everyone please be quiet. Let me speak. Do you know me?" Lin Tian asked, his face full of confusion.
"Of course, we know you, even if not in person. Everyone in the circle knows about Brother Tian’s legendary deeds," Li Wenxuan said, his expression as if he was recalling something, his tone serious and filled with admiration.
Legendary deeds? The more that was said, the more preposterous it seemed. Lin Tian’s face was streaked with annoyance as he helplessly asked, "Mr. Li, could you clarify what you mean?"
"Haha, Brother Tian calls me Mr. Li, how dare I flaunt that. Don’t you remember? At the highest peak of East Snake Mountain, Tianma Mountain, on the winding road, in the darkness, your sports car was like a streak of red lightning, heroically leaping over the valley, thoroughly humiliating that Japanese. I was fortunate enough to be following your car. I saw everything clearly that night, and I cannot forget it even now," Li Wenxuan said, his face enraptured as if he was reciting a poem about that night’s race.
"Oh, you’re talking about that. I thought it was something else. It was a minor thing; there’s no need to be so excited," Lin Tian said, touching his nose and suddenly understanding.
"Brother Tian, it might be a minor thing for you, but for us, it’s something we can only admire. No one has yet broken your record. I always carry the video of that night on me. Don’t believe me? I’ll show you." Li Wenxuan quickly pulled out his phone, then turned and walked over to the computer, connecting his phone to the computer with a data cable.
The VIP room’s computer was connected to a large screen LCD TV on the wall. As soon as the video was played on the computer, it could be watched on the LCD TV. The pub’s patrons, not being car enthusiasts, were very curious about what kind of video he carried with him every day.
"Brothers, take a seat and watch closely; stop bragging about your skills all the time," Fan Lei said loudly.
He directed his friends to arrange the sofas, and then, like students, they all sat on sofas and chairs, quietly waiting for the video to play. The two groups, who had just been glaring at each other, now sat together to watch a video.
"Brother Tian, please take the main seat, and the sister-in-law, Brother Tian’s friends, please take your seats," Fan Lei said with a beaming smile, respectfully inviting Lin Tian and his two companions to sit.
The waitstaff, who had been watching from outside the room, also poured in, quickly filling up every standing space in the VIP room.
Manager Zhao and Ma Xiangrong were squeezed into a corner by the crowd, Ma Xiangrong, in particular, had his injured hand accidentally squeezed, causing him cold sweats from the pain.
But he dared not shout out loud because everyone was quietly waiting for the video to play. It was so silent in the VIP room that if he dared express his pain and disturbed others, he was sure to be brutally beaten by Lin Tian’s fervent fans.
At that point, it wouldn’t just be a matter of a hurt hand—he could have been crippled. So wisely, Ma Xiangrong chose to keep quiet and endure.
Under Li Wenxuan’s operation, the video finally began to play. The screen first showed a scene of Tianma Mountain’s mid-mountain plaza with ten sports cars lined up, the most eye-catching of which was Futian Shenyi’s silver Bugatti Veyron.
"The Zhonghai City Tianma Mountain super curve race is about to start, brothers please note, the red Ferrari is the sports car driven by Brother Tian," Li Wenxuan temporarily took on the role of commentator, shouting excitedly.
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