"If it wasn't you, then who else could it be?"
Zhang Zhicong was somewhat puzzled. Could it be that there really is such a thing as self-taught in this world?
"I don't know. The kid himself says it's talent."
Talent?
For a moment, Zhang Zhicong was at a loss for words. He had indeed seen talented drivers but never one at Chen Xiangbei's level of talent.
"Old Zhang, can you understand now why I said this young man can create miracles?"
"Such racing talent is a miracle in itself!"
Liang Chi silently emphasized and then pulled a cigarette from his pocket, placing it in his mouth.
But just as he was about to light it, Zhang Zhicong snagged the cigarette, lit it, and took a deep inhale.
Zhang Zhicong now looked much like Liang Chi before. After experiencing failures in CFR2000 and Formula racing, he dared not have too much hope for other things, even if he could faintly sense Chen Xiangbei's potential.
