“Do you know how to drive?”

In the era of widespread electronic payments, Xia Qianshen, without a phone or cash, found himself at a loss.

He had just come up from the subway entrance because, without a phone, he couldn’t enter the station, and without cash, he couldn’t buy a subway ticket.

Before long, the roar of an engine sounded behind him, and the hem of Xia Qianshen’s open black coat fluttered in the wind.

A mountain motorcycle stopped not far behind Xia Qianshen, and Zhong Suo lifted the visor of his helmet, “Xia Qianshen.”

Xia Qianshen turned around, “You heard what I said just now, it’s not about you, it’s about the champion of the Tour of Tibet Rally.”

Zhong Suo wasn’t angry at what Xia Qianshen said in front of Mr. Zhou. He simply asked, “Are you going back to the team? I can give you a ride.”

Xia Qianshen maintained his hostility, “No need, you should take the time to terminate your contract with the FIA. I’ll cover the breach of contract fee.”

Zhong Suo didn’t respond to that. He sat on the motorcycle, one leg on the ground, his leg straight, forming a sexy angle with the bike.

“Here,” Zhong Suo took out a hundred-dollar bill from his jacket, “We’re still under contract, take it.”

The bill fluttered in the cold winter wind, and Xia Qianshen’s hand holding the helmet involuntarily tightened, his knuckles turning white from the force.

“Thanks,” Xia Qianshen took it, “I’ll have the manager transfer the money to you when I get back to the team. You… should still go and terminate the contract.”

Zhong Suo called out to him again, “Xia Qianshen, is it because I’m the champion of the Tour of Tibet Rally?”

Xia Qianshen, who had taken a few steps, stopped. Zhong Suo could only see the back of his head.

“Yes,” Xia Qianshen slightly turned his head, giving Zhong Suo a side profile, “I understand why the headquarters wants me to be flawless in the Tour of Tibet Rally, to maintain the team’s reputation and my unbeaten record.”

“But for me, that’s not racing, it’s a performance,” Xia Qianshen said.

In other words, it’s not you I’m against, it’s the champion navigator of the Tour of Tibet Rally.

Xia Qianshen returned to the subway station, used cash to buy a paper ticket at the machine, and went back to the team’s warehouse.

In the subway car, he held his rally helmet, sitting dejectedly in his seat.

Xia Qianshen truly understood why the team did this.

The Tour of Tibet Rally, also known as the Tour of the Taklamakan Desert Rally, is the largest, most challenging, and most dangerous rally in Asia.

Centered around the “Sea of Death” Taklamakan Desert, it is simply called the “Tour of Tibet.”

“Spanning nearly 6,000 kilometers over 10 days, it passes through deserts, gobi, snow-capped mountains, and the dreaded Kunlun Sky Road.”

He was the prodigious Xia Qianshen, the GP team, whose full name “Genius’s Pride” referred to him.

He couldn’t afford any major mistakes on the Tour of Tibet Rally track, which is why the team brought in a champion navigator to guide him.

“I won’t accept it,” Xia Qianshen told the manager.

The manager was a woman with a single ponytail, about thirty years old.

“I don’t want Zhong Suo, give me a different navigator.”

When he said this, the manager was in the office with the mechanics, discussing the feasibility of a 5-bar turbocharger.

The manager signaled for the mechanics to leave, then tidied up the things on the table and looked at him, “Do you think you’re playing a game and can kick people out like a team leader?”

“I don’t want a champion navigator for my first Tour of Tibet Rally,” Xia Qianshen retorted.

The manager pointed at his forehead, “Qianshen, the Sichuan-Tibet Rally is a low-temperature route, the Tour of Tibet is a high-temperature route. You have no experience with the Tour of Tibet, and you need someone experienced to navigate for you.”

Xia Qianshen put down his helmet, “Nana, it was my first time on the Sichuan-Tibet Rally, why can’t it be the same for the Tour of Tibet? I don’t need a champion navigator, I’m not afraid of losing face, and I’m not afraid of dying.”

Before the manager, Nana, could digest his bold statement…

“Give me a hundred bucks,” Xia Qianshen extended his hand, palm up, “My phone was water-damaged, and Zhong Suo gave me cash to get back.”

He could be flexible when necessary.

Nana glanced past him at the person at the office door, “I’ll transfer it to you on WeChat later, I don’t have cash on me.”

“Alright, no problem,” the person replied.

Xia Qianshen turned around and saw Zhong Suo leaning against the door frame.

Zhong Suo: “We’re scouting the route today, we’ll set out at three in the afternoon.”

Considering that Xia Qianshen had been drinking until dawn, Zhong Suo pushed the time back a bit.

The route Zhong Suo was scouting was known to Xia Qianshen. It was the end-of-month Dahuang Mountain Rally, not long, about 60 kilometers, an invitational race organized by a brand to promote a new model.

“I know what I said to Mr. Zhou,” Xia Qianshen said at the office door, “Excuse me.”

Zhong Suo raised his hands in surrender, stepped aside, and let Xia Qianshen pass.

“What did he say?” Nana asked him after Xia Qianshen left the office.

Zhong Suo thought for a moment, “He said… even if he drove a black cab, a ride-hailing car, or did a driving job, he wouldn’t participate in another race until I voluntarily resigned.”

Nana laughed coldly, “Sit down, count to five, and he’ll be back.”

Zhong Suo sat down as instructed, and in his mind, he had just counted to three.

“Nana…” Xia Qianshen came back, “Get me a new phone.”

That’s why he could be flexible. Just a moment ago, he was grandly offering to cover Zhong Suo’s breach of contract fee, but now he wasn’t ashamed to ask the manager for a new phone.

Nana leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms, “You had a great time last night, didn’t you? A Koenigsegg Agera worth millions, how was it? How much money do you have left in your pocket? Gas prices went up today, can you still afford it?”

Soul-searching questions, each word hurt. But Zhong Suo inappropriately realized that the manager was a friend of the nightclub princess on WeChat?

Xia Qianshen wasn’t ashamed about money. In fact, when it came to money, he wasn’t ashamed because being rich or poor was something that couldn’t be changed immediately.

So he came in and sat next to Nana, “I was high last night… money is something you can earn again, but who would have thought that Lao Peng would leave me?”

Nana looked at him calmly, “Do you know why Lao Peng quit?”

“Uh…” Xia Qianshen thought for a moment, “His family doesn’t want him to do rallies, it’s too dangerous.”

After saying that, he glanced at Zhong Suo, because this was what Zhong Suo told him this morning.

Nana nodded, “That’s right, but what’s the more specific reason? Why did Lao Peng, who has been with you for a year, suddenly have his family disagree now? If he didn’t want to leave, how could his family persuade him?”

Xia Qianshen lowered his eyes.

Nana said, “Lao Peng’s wife gave birth last week, did you know? Maybe he mentioned it, but you forgot, or you didn’t pay attention. Qianshen, the team has been indulging you since you returned to the country. You’ve performed well, and everyone has been accommodating. Shouldn’t you also give something back to the team?”

“I’ve been giving my all in every race, I’ve never disgraced the team, isn’t that enough?” Xia Qianshen asked, “Or does the team think I’m not good enough, and I need him to ensure my performance in the Tour of Tibet?”

“The Tour of Tibet is different,” Nana rubbed her temples, “Qianshen, many things are not as simple as you think, stock prices and… never mind, go buy your phone first.”

Nana stood up, took a bank card from her bag, and handed it to him.

“The Tour of Tibet is four months away, I hope you change your mind,” Nana said.

“The Tour of Tibet is four months away, you have enough time to find another navigator for me,” Xia Qianshen took the bank card, “Thanks, Nana, I’ll transfer the money to you later.”

After Xia Qianshen left, Nana and Zhong Suo sighed with a wry smile.

“Sorry, he’s a bit childish,” Nana said.

Zhong Suo shrugged, “It’s fine, you told me before I joined, no problem.”

Nana poured him a glass of water, “He’s not being unreasonable, he’s just very self-centered and overly competitive.”

“Thank you,” Zhong Suo said, “I can see that, and I understand. If I were to navigate him in the Tour of Tibet, then even if we win, others might think it’s because of the experienced navigator.”

Nana nodded, “Exactly, he’s twenty-two, in a difficult age, hard to manage, thank you for your efforts.”

“No problem,” Zhong Suo smiled, “Since I’m getting paid for this role, I will do my best and sit in the passenger seat for the Tour of Tibet.”

Xia Qianshen bought a new phone at a nearby mall and, upon logging into WeChat, his first action was to repay Nana the money he had used. However, the transfer stalled at the deduction stage.

Insufficient balance.

Xia Qianshen was stunned and switched to his mobile banking app to check his balance.

His account had only a little over a thousand yuan.

Standing at the mall entrance, Xia Qianshen felt as if he had been struck by lightning, finally remembering his impulsive spending the previous night.

At a junior high school reunion, he and his mother had moved to Germany after he graduated from high school. As the most successful classmate, he was the center of attention during the dinner.

After dinner, they went to the city’s top nightclub, where Xia Qianshen was showered with praise from his classmates. He spent lavishly, ordering a bottle of each color of Black Ace.

Combined with various champagnes, which were several times more expensive than the retail price, by the end of the night, Xia Qianshen didn’t even know how much he had spent, too afraid to check his transaction records.

Xia Qianshen finally realized that he would eventually be ruined by this bad habit.

His competitive spirit was so strong that a few words of praise made him lose all sense of himself, considering himself a towering figure, and he didn’t need any champion navigator.

He sighed deeply, knowing he had to repay Nana.

This Sichuan-Tibet North Line champion, in a desperate situation, used the standard method of contemporary young people in distress—

“Mom,” Xia Qianshen called, “Transfer me some money…”

More bad news followed. When he got home that night, Xia Qianshen found that his Koenigsegg’s nearly empty fuel tank was completely dry.

Buying this million-dollar supercar had almost drained his savings, accumulated from the age of eighteen. The first prize money he won at the Nürburgring circuit race was deposited into his “Koenigsegg Fund Project.”

And later, the prize money from major races, advertising endorsements, and brand ambassador fees.

So, fundamentally, he wasn’t a nightclub playboy. He didn’t care about money because he knew he could earn it, so he spent it freely.

Ultimately, it was his character that led to the impulsive spending at the nightclub.

The Koenigsegg, Xia Qianshen’s dream car.

Standing next to it, Xia Qianshen was torn between “stealing a barrel of oil from the team” and “I can always drive a taxi, I am a driver after all.”

Finally, he gritted his teeth, took out his phone, and downloaded the popular ride-hailing app “Zizhi Taxi.”

“Chirp, and the car will come!”

The app’s splash screen playfully presented two options—

Welcome new users, please choose your identity!

“I want to take a ride”

“Become a driver”

Xia Qianshen exhaled, glanced at the Porsche Taycan not far from the Koenigsegg, and tapped “Become a driver.”

After a series of operations, the Porsche Taycan was successfully registered as a high-end ride-hailing car on Zizhi Taxi, with a rate of 35 yuan per kilometer.

In a first-tier city like City A, many passengers prefer high-end, comfortable cars, and Xia Qianshen quickly received an order.

He felt very professional, parking the Taycan steadily on the side of the road.

When the passenger got in, the highly flexible and professional racer, confirming the phone number and destination in a gentle voice, then showcased his exceptional driving skills.

Even though it was an electric car, it was still a Porsche.

Xia Qianshen, gripping the steering wheel, drove the Taycan as if he were a fugitive in an American movie being chased by the police. His expression was calm, but the passenger beside him was green.

The originally twenty-minute drive arrived seven minutes ahead of schedule, and Xia Qianshen, with a professional smile, waited for the passenger’s five-star review.

Passenger: “Sick bag…”

Xia Qianshen: “What?”

The passenger, unbuckling the seatbelt, rushed out of the car and vomited into a nearby trash can. Xia Qianshen was shocked, turned on the hazard lights, and ran over, at a loss, “Are… are you okay?”

“Can you even drive?!” the passenger cried, tears streaming down their faces.

Xia Qianshen had no choice but to buy a bottle of water for the passenger and left with a one-star review.

The next day, Xia Qianshen posted a sign in the Taycan: “300 yuan for vomiting in the car.”