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    Xu Xizhou hesitated for a few seconds, then walked in slowly, with a residual joy in his dark eyes.

    "I have something... to tell you."

    Blake put down the mug in his hand and looked up at him, "McLaren is going to sign with you?"

    Xu Xizhou was shocked, "How did you guess?"

    "Your expression can't hide things at all." Blake smiled slightly, "Congratulations, you are about to become an official F1 driver."

    "Blake, I..."

    "Stop! You deserve this seat. You don't have to feel sorry for me, and you don't have to pity me. I haven't broken my hands or feet. I can't do it this year. I can come again next year. One day, I will also enter F1."

    Xu Xizhou looked at him and smiled softly.

    "Okay, then I'll wait for you in F1."

    In the evening, return to your hotel in Sochi. Xu Xizhou took a shower and was blowing his hair when the doorbell rang suddenly.

    He put on his nightgown to open the door, and was surprised to find that Zhuang Jingchun was standing outside.

    The man also carried a black gift box in his hand.

    "The day after tomorrow, wear this." Zhuang Jingchun walked in and put the gift box on the table.

    Xu Xizhou opened the gift box and was surprised to find a brand new black suit inside.

    Last time Zhuang Jingchun gave him that suit, but he didn't bring it with him in London. He didn't expect the man to buy him another suit.

    "I found a lawyer for you. In the afternoon of the day after tomorrow, you and the lawyer will go to see the senior management of McLaren. No matter how good the conditions offered by the other party, don't agree to it, listen to the lawyer first, understand?" Zhuang Jingchun looked Extra serious.

    Xu Xizhou nodded obediently. He sat on the bed with the box in his arms, and looked at Zhuang Jingchun curiously.

    "What do you think McLaren will pay me a year?"

    "About two million, not including dividends and bonuses."

    Xu Xizhou jumped off the bed with a swipe, his eyes widened, staring straight at Zhuang Jingchun.

    "Two million! Is it that high?"

    "Dollar." Zhuang Jingchun added lightly.

    Two million US dollars, which is more than ten million yuan! This is twenty times his current annual salary!

    Xu Xizhou covered his chest, feeling like he was floating in the clouds, his heart was overwhelmed with joy and excitement, and he was almost breathless.

    "Is this...will it be too high, I shouldn't be so valuable, right?"

    "This is already low. You don't have much experience. When you just entered F1, they will only offer you this price. Like Edward, Red Bull is optimistic that he can win the F2 championship, and he directly offers an annual salary of 5 million."

    Xu Xizhou felt as if he no longer knew the unit of million. Now that he heard Edward's annual salary of five million, he felt that it was fine.

    Zhuang Jingchun took a sip of water and glanced at Xu Xizhou, "When you sign the contract the day after tomorrow, don't wear this unseen expression."

    When Xu Xizhou heard this, he immediately became unhappy. He puffed out his cheeks and muttered slightly dissatisfied, "I haven't seen the world before."

    Zhuang Jingchun smiled, put down the cup, walked in front of him, and suddenly reached out and pinched his cheek.

    "The annual salary of F1's leading drivers is more than 10 million US dollars. What is your millions. Don't forget, there are only 20 people in the world who can enter F1. How many talented drivers are falling into F1. On the road. Besides, every race, the drivers have to take huge risks, and some people even sacrifice their lives.”

    "So, Xu Xizhou, never doubt yourself. No matter how high your annual salary is, you deserve it."

    When Zhuang Jingchun said these words, there seemed to be stars twinkling in her green eyes. Xu Xizhou looked up at him, the whole person seemed to be caught in the green starry sky,

    He looked at him firmly, "I know."

    "Hey...you hurt me."

    Only then did Zhuang Jingchun let go, and turned his eyes to the gift box, "Try this suit, and I'll ask someone to change it if it doesn't fit."

    "Don't worry, I will sign the contract the day after tomorrow, I will never let you down."

    On the day of signing with McLaren, it was rare for the rainy London to clear up.

    The lawyer Zhuang Jingchun hired for him was an Englishman dressed like James Bond, with a neat three-piece suit, a meticulous tie, and his hair combed back, looking like a business elite.

    At the negotiating table, Xu Xizhou hardly needed to speak, and the lawyer had already finished all his demands.

    The annual salary offered by McLaren was exactly two million as expected by Zhuang Jingchun. When he heard the number, Xu Xizhou couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth, but when he thought of Zhuang Jingchun's advice, he reluctantly suppressed the smile on the corner of his mouth.

    "As far as we are concerned, the conditions of this contract are really not superior. This season is not over yet. Mr. Xu has the potential to win the F2 championship. This contract is not very attractive to us. In my opinion, I still We need to discuss with Mr. Xu to see if there is a better choice."

    Seeing his lawyer's noble and glamorous rejection of the first contract, Xu Xizhou's heart was bleeding.

    This is his dream F1 contract! What if it makes McLaren unhappy and the other party doesn't sign him directly?

    Unexpectedly, when Xu Xizhou's lawyer refused, the other party's top management did not show an angry expression, but sincerely stated that they would revise the contract to the satisfaction of both parties, and continue to negotiate tomorrow.

    In the evening, returning to the apartment, Xu Xizhou couldn't wait to go to the study to find Zhuang Jingchun.

    "Will we take it too big, what if McLaren signs another driver?" Xu Xizhou was a little uneasy.

    Zhuang Jingchun just finished a video conference. He closed the computer and helped the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

    "Rest assured. Edward has signed for Red Bull and McLaren has no better choice than you."

    "But..." Xu Xizhou wanted to say something, but the phone suddenly rang, it was Shu Yue's video call.

    After connecting, he found that not only Shu Yue, grandpa, uncle, and Ren Duo were all sitting on the sofa, looking at the camera.

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