Car Racing without Money

Chapter 677 270: A Milestone in Asian Motorsport

"Chen Xiangbei~~! Chen Xiangbei~~! Chen Xiangbei~~!"Just as Li Bing had called out, the entire audience fervently shouted his name.

The sound of twenty thousand people echoed like thunder across the sky.

"We won..."

Standing inside the paddock, Liang Chi listened to the cheers of the crowd and watched the flying red flags, murmuring with emotion.

Instantly, his eyes became moist. Ever since he left Huasi Sports, he never imagined seeing a Chinese Formula Champion again, until Chen Xiangbei arrived, giving him hope and dream.

At this moment, Liang Chi wished dearly that Zhang Zhicong could stand beside him and tell him that the hard work had not been in vain, that the seeds planted had reached the time to sprout!

However, whether they could come to the scene to celebrate might no longer be important. Zhang Zhicong had planted another batch of seeds on Hong Kong Island. Only by starting from the ground up, not building a lofty castles in the air, could Chinese racing grow into a dense forest in the future.

"We won, Uncle Liang, Xiangbei won!"

"That's right, Xiangbei took the home race victory!"

Beside him, Ah Yong and Brother Lei heard Liang Chi's mumbling and didn't think too much of the deep issues behind it.

They just assumed Liang Chi was too shocked to believe it at the moment.

"Mr. Xiang Bei won, the first Asian F1 race winner!"

"Senior Sawano, our choice back then was right, Mr. Xiang Bei is the child of destiny!"

Mizutani Sho was overwhelmingly excited, continuously waving his arms. He and Sawano Hiroyuki had left the Honda Racing Academy, risked great future loss.

If Chen Xiangbei lacked potential, stopping his motorsport journey in F3, the entire team, including "Super Dream," would unravel.

Facing the unknown future, Sawano Hiroyuki and Mizutani Sho bet correctly!

"Briatore, Bei achieved it, and so did you. HRT Team is no longer an obscure small team, we're heading towards the pinnacle."

Odetto said to Briatore beside him, using "we" this time.

No matter the past grudges or differences in ideas, leading HRT Team towards the peak made Odetto and Briatore fellow travelers.

"Odetto, if I told you this is just the beginning, would you believe it?"

Briatore was not exhibiting the same intense excitement as other team members; he was instead extremely calm.

As a top team manager who had crafted Schumacher and Alonso, what scene hadn't he witnessed?

What's a race victory to him—even a world championship decided nothing?

His aim is to exceed the standard set by ordinary world champions and to nurture the next Schumacher!

"I believe, Bei's limits are definitely beyond this!"

Odetto replied resolutely; he had never doubted.

Seeing Odetto align with his words, Briatore smiled.

Then he turned around and formally announced to all team members.

"MAN! This is Bei's victory, also yours, and furthermore HRT's victory."

"Brothers, you all played very well."

"Starting from this moment, we are champions!"

Briatore shouted aloud, aware that many team members didn't recognize him.

But does it matter?

Results will prove everything.

A qualified manager prioritizes benefits merely as a concept, not as a management tool.

Briatore clearly knows that a driver's win is never just their personal achievement but a team victory.

At crucial moments, praising team members and valuing their contributions is essential!

"That's right, we are champions!"

"Champion Bei, Champion HRT!"

"One day, we will become the strongest team in the paddock!"

"Go, HRT!"

Various chants resounded again, each team member was filled with passion.

The gap between small and large teams isn't just about money but also confidence.

Like how a champion naturally has a psychological advantage over challengers.

However, when a small team possesses a championship title, they gain the confidence to compete against the four major teams.

HRT isn't weak; why should they remain under others, just because they're named Ferrari or McLaren?

"The audience on site went crazy, countless people stood, waving their arms, shouting Chen Xiangbei's name, savoring the taste of victory."

"I can understand their feelings, as we all witnessed the birth of a miracle."

"Sixty years of F1 history birthed the first Chinese champion, the first Asian champion, and the first yellow-skinned champion. This was a barrier Japanese Formula racing couldn't cross for thirty years, a distant pinnacle!"

"The F1 Chinese Grand Prix champion will become a milestone in Asia's motorsport scene!"

Li Bing continued expressing his sentiments, even though he knew clearly that Chen Xiangbei secured the championship; he still felt like he was dreaming.

Japan, being a powerhouse in the automotive industry with a complete racing system, never had a driver reach such heights.

And Chen Xiangbei achieved this honor with just three formal races!

In addition, throughout F1's sixty-year history, aside from Hamilton, who was a champion as a black man, Formula racing was a white man's playground.

Now, this boundary has been broken again with Chen Xiangbei becoming the new yellow-skinned champion!

This achievement, honestly speaking, is almost as monumental as Liu Xiang's breakthrough.

Especially considering the 110-meter hurdles, which were considered a niche event even in athletics, let alone in the entire sports world.