"Zhang Yifei!"

"Chinese car god!"

"Rain fights with the King, you will be the next Senna!"

"The pride of Chinese drivers, I wait for you to be crowned king!"

"Asia's strongest driver, no one!"

With the appearance of Zhang Yifei, various banners and slogans roared, bringing people an incomparable shock.

More importantly, Zhang Yifei did not issue any notice when he returned to China this time, and he also came back alone. He was not mentally prepared at all, and someone would pick him up, and he would never have imagined that there would be such a grand scene.

Before, Zhang Yifei was joking in Kuala Lumpur and wanted to return to China to see and praise his reports, but he didn't have to read media reports at all. The Chinese people have expressed their support for their actions!

It’s better for the motherland. In any case, only the motherland and the people are their eternal solid backing!

Zhang Yifei felt extremely emotional in his heart. The more he saw abroad, the more he could feel what his compatriots and motherland meant. This kind of scene and cheer was difficult to see in Malaysia. Unless he reached the height of Senna or Schumacher, he could surpass the country and become a world-class car superstar.

But it is not necessary in China. Even if I am just a small third place in the sub-station, these people will not be stingy with their praise and support, and are willing to come to the airport to wait for their arrival.

"Thank you."

Since he could no longer keep a low profile, Zhang Yifei did not hide it, thanked the supporters at the scene and bowed deeply.

"Come on, fly!"

"You have let us see the hope of Chinese racing, and we should thank you even more!"

"It's not just the hope of racing, but also the bloodiness of Chinese drivers!"

"Yes, there is the courage to not be afraid of any opponent!"

"Come on, Zhang Yifei!"

"come on!"

Faced with Zhang Yifei's gratitude, all kinds of shouts made the airport hall tremble slightly.

Zhang Yifei didn't know what to say, so he bowed his hands and greeted him, and left the passage opened by the security personnel. After all, the increasingly excited crowd is not a good thing for safety.

Moreover, this time it was a temporary event, and there was insufficient preparation in all aspects. In order to avoid causing any stampede accidents, Zhang Yifei could not stay for a long time and say a few more words.

In order to avoid such similar situations from happening again, Zhang Yifei asked the airport staff for a mask, and then brought the convoy's baseball cap from the backpack. If Zhang Yifei hadn't prepared sunglasses, he would probably have added a pair of sunglasses.

After being fully armed, Zhang Yifei couldn't help laughing when he looked at his "spy". He never expected that he would have such a day!

After walking out of the airport, he stopped a taxi and told the driver about the address of the community where Uncle Lu lived. As the taxi drove away from the airport, Zhang Yifei breathed a sigh of relief.

Having so many supporters is a motivation, but it is also a pressure. Sometimes, the halo of a celebrity is too bright, which means that you will lose the ordinary life of an ordinary person in the past.

This is true in many things in this world, and there are gains and losses.

"Handsome, are you also a Prost car fan? I've been watching F1 recently. The drivers are flying so sharply!"

The taxi driver started chatting, and it was obvious that he had seen Zhang Yifei's performance at the Malaysian Grand Prix.

"Uncle, how do you know I'm a Prost fan?"

Zhang Yifei asked a curious question, could he be recognized as such a disguise?

"Don't you have Prost's letters written on your hat? I've only read F1 recently, so I need to be more professional~!"

Maybe he was shocked by the scene of picking up the plane just now. Zhang Yifei is now a little bit full of plants and has completely forgotten the Prost convoy logo on his hat.

In fact, wearing a hat in F1 is a very particular thing, not the kind of team hat you just want to wear is as you imagine.

Generally, there are three main types of f1 hats, namely award hats, tire brand hats, and the most commonly worn team bears.

Awards hats are when the driver stands on the podium and wears three special hats, with the names or logos of the tire suppliers of each fleet.

For example, if the tire supplier of Prost team is Bridgestone, then Zhang Yifei will stand on the podium wearing a hat with the letters printed on the Bridgestone.

And depending on the first, second and third place, the side of the hat will be marked with symbols such as 1st, 2st, and 3st, representing the identity of the first, second and third place. This is like a medal and cannot be worn around.

Tire brand hats are similar to championship hats, but they do not have a ranking symbol. When the team holds a special press conference, they have to wear tire brand hats.

As for team hats, they are the most commonly worn hats. What are the post-race interviews, driver signature meetings, new car press conferences, etc., they only wear team hats.

So under normal circumstances, Zhang Yifei only always keeps a Prost team hat, and only wears the other two hats when it is special.

"Yes, I'm really watching F1 recently. I don't know much about Prost team."

Zhang Yifei replied with a smile, and he thought it was quite interesting.

"It's normal~. Now the driver is so popular. Everyone pays attention to F1 just to see him. There are many newcomers. However, young people still need to improve their knowledge level. Now they pay attention to a professionalism in everything~!"

The taxi driver started chatting with Zhang Yifei while fucking Hong Kong Pu.

"You are right. I will understand f1 well in the future and improve my professionalism."

"The young man is motivated, very good!"

The taxi driver praised Zhang Yifei with satisfaction when he saw that he was taught like this.

When I arrived at Uncle Lu's house, because I had already notified him by phone in advance, Uncle Lu and Aunt Lu were waiting for Zhang Yifei to arrive at home.

However, when the door opened, it was not Uncle Lu and Aunt Lu who greeted him first, but Lu Ningjing rushed over and hugged Zhang Yifei's neck, if the octopus was sucked on him like an octopus.

"Qingjing! It's not a child anymore. The seventeen-year-old girl is steady in her focus!"

When Uncle Lu saw Lu Ningjing's action, he said "speak" with a smile, which was very different from the previous stern image.

"It's okay, Brother Yifei is not an outsider."

After saying this, Lu Ningjing looked at Zhang Yifei with admiration and continued: "Brother Yifei, I watched your competition at the Sepang Circuit. It's so handsome! We helped many girls crazily ask me for your mobile number, but I didn't give any of them!"

"Actually you can try to give a few, preferably the beautiful one."

Hearing Zhang Yifei's answer, Lu Ningjing's face immediately changed. She let go of her hand and said disgustedly: "Brother Yifei, you have changed!"

"You found out it was too late."

"Okay, don't stand at the door and talk. You will definitely be hungry when you take a flight for a few hours. Come and have a meal first. Today, your aunt specially made a table that you like, and you can't eat so many delicious meals abroad."

"Just wait for you, Uncle Lu, I have been looking forward to missing my aunt's meal for a long time!"

Zhang Yifei was not polite, just like a family, sat on the dining table and feasted.

The only thing that was a little uncomfortable was that Lu Ningjing, the little girl, looked at herself with a look of ecstasy and admiration on her face. It was a bit painful to be stared at by someone like this.

After dinner, Zhang Yifei and Uncle Lu walked to the room. This time he returned to China not to go home to visit relatives, but to have a lot of important things to discuss with Lu Ningping.

"Uncle Lu, I guess you know some things about me abroad. I think I'll know about them when I read the news. This time I came back mainly for some business activities and the problem of taking the driver's license."

Hearing Zhang Yifei's words, a strange smile appeared on Lu Ningping's face.

"It's incredible to say it out. The world-class driver who got the F1 super driver's license and got the F1 podium has not yet obtained the driver's license."

"Hey, stop talking. People drive without a license abroad. I'm really afraid that one day I'll be caught, that'll be embarrassing."

When he said this, Zhang Yifei also looked depressed.

"The driver's license problem is easy to solve. You are planning to buy one. I'll ask for a special approval for you."

About two thousand years ago, it happened to be the rise of Chinese driving schools, but it was not the C photos of private cars, but the B photos of freight vehicles or higher photos.

At the same time, due to the technology, regulations and development conditions at that time, the assessment of driver's license is not strict. As long as you take the exam, you can always pass it. For example, if you take the introductory driver's license like C, you can still think of a way to do it even if you don't take the exam...

"Uncle Lu, I am a celebrity now. If I say that I will buy my driver's license in the future, it would be so embarrassing."

"If you have special approval, it is too troublesome to find relationships through formal channels, and it is a bit of abusing privileges. If you don't go through formal channels, it will be even more troublesome if you reveal it. So I thought about it and would take the exam by myself, just give me some preferential treatment, so I can save time in line to finish the exam in one go."

Zhang Yifei doesn't want to use privileges casually, especially in small matters. Many people hate privileges and hope to be relatively fair, but once they have this opportunity, they can enjoy it with peace of mind.

So in this way, I became the person I once hated the most.

So Zhang Yifei doesn't want to do this little thing, just a little bit of a driver's license can stump F1 drivers, which is simply a joke.

"You are right, mainly because of policy, there are too few preferential treatments for racers. If you are in the Olympics, you can go directly to Tsinghua University and Peking University."

"Actually, we can't blame the policies. After all, motorsports have been developing for a few years, and regulations will inevitably lag behind. The pioneers will inevitably face these shortfalls."

Lu Ningping is also China's first generation car king. Seeing the establishment of China Flight Union, he has a good relationship with many leaders, so he has a thorough understanding of these things, and it also has a set of official accents.

Zhang Yifei didn't think so much about it. What he wanted was simple and rough, so he nodded and responded: "I just decided to Uncle Lu, help me find a driving school to register. After I handled the business activities, I would take the driver's license test!"
Chapter completed!