"Uncle Li, please be accommodating. He is a very good friend of mine. Even if you don't care about me, you care about my father's." Qi Shaoyuan said hurriedly.

"this……"

The middle-aged man was silent for a moment, then sighed, a little helpless, "Shao Yuan, it's really not that Uncle Li doesn't give you face, or that your father doesn't give face. This is the rule of the guild..."

Qi Shaoyuan: "..."

"Okay, I'll bother Uncle Li." Qi Shaoyuan could only leave.

"Wait a minute." The middle-aged man suddenly called Qi Shaoyuan.

Hearing the sound, Qi Shaoyuan looked slightly happy: "Uncle Li, do you have a discussion?"

The middle-aged man shook his head, "There is nothing to discuss. I just want to ask you, what is the name of the racing driver you mentioned who was banned from racing abroad? I have to register it and strictly prohibit this person from entering the track.

"

Qi Shaoyuan's mouth twitched slightly: "I don't know..."

He promised the boss not to reveal her identity.

…

President's Office.

"Dad, please, give me some face..." Qi Shaoyuan looked at his father with a flattering smile on his face.

"To give you face?" The man frowned deeply.

"Dad, if you don't give me face, just treat yourself as a face. You are really a very good friend of mine..." Qi Shaoyuan said.

"Impossible." President Qi said expressionlessly: "If you are banned from racing by any country's racing association, you will not be able to go on the track, let alone create your own racing team. This is absolutely prohibited."

"dad……"

"Get out." President Qi said impatiently.

"oh……"

…

After Qi Shaoyuan left, the middle-aged man whom Qi Shaoyuan called Uncle Li walked into the president's office with a smile.

"President Qi, Shao Yuan also came to see me before." The middle-aged man said.

"I have nothing to do all day long, so don't pay attention to him." President Qi said.

"By the way, how is the formation of the new racing team going?" President Qi asked.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man nodded and said: "It's going well. This global league is being held in China. Many powerful racing drivers want to join, but... compared to the top foreign racing cars,

As a team, we still have some gaps."

In response, President Qi fell into silence.

"Those top teams such as WZ Team, Night Team, Falcon Team, etc. are too strong. Unfortunately, our Chinese racing circle does not have god-level racers like Lang Python or Butcher. Otherwise, we would not be so passive.

"The middle-aged man sighed.

"It's unrealistic." President Qi put down the document in his hand and looked at the middle-aged man, "You might as well say that there are no racing drivers like Yeva in our Chinese racing circle."

Hearing the sound, the middle-aged man suddenly smiled and said, "President, I don't dare to think about this... I can still think about you like Lang Python and Butcher. As for Yeva, a god-level person, let's forget it."

"It's strange." President Qi mused thoughtfully: "How come a racing driver of Yeva's level, who is extremely powerful and can even teach racing drivers like Lang Mang and Tu, suddenly disappeared."

President Qi was a little puzzled.

The middle-aged man didn't find it strange, "Maybe it's because I've made enough money. Also, didn't I hear that I was injured before? There may be some reasons for this, but no matter what, it's a pity. If such a treasure is here

Hua Guo, even if I kneel down and beg her, I can't let her retire and leave."

"Are you kneeling?" President Qi glanced at the middle-aged man and said immediately, "I can kneel down."
Chapter completed!