After some fighting, although Huo Yu was extremely reluctant, he finally had no choice but to drive the idiot car and embark on the last 100 kilometers to Lagos. Fortunately, this time there were military vehicles escorting them. Along the way, Song Wenbin and the others did not encounter any accidents, no robbers, no toll booths, and even the potholes on the road were filled. It feels like the constipation that has been blocked for four or five days has finally cleared up.
However, the paint on Huo Yu and Song Wenbin's cars was too eye-catching, causing passing vehicles to stare at them from time to time. Every time the looks of passers-by irritated Huo Yu, she pressed the horn hard. The white MG makes an angry noise, as if asking passers-by what to look at.
However, this did not stop people around from looking at them. On the way to Lagos, there were more and more tourists from other countries. These idle people would take out their mobile phones and take random pictures of Song Wenbin and Huo Yu's car.
Song Wenbin was no longer afraid of boiling water. After Huo Yu's car was also painted, he even felt that the paint on his car was pretty good-looking.
At nine o'clock in the morning, the salty smell of the Atlantic Ocean appeared in the air. At this moment, the vehicles came to the area of Lagos, the largest city in Africa, and the density of vehicles on both sides of the road began to increase.
In addition to motor vehicles such as cars, vans, trucks, and motorcycles, Song Wenbin also saw rows of bicycle teams, but these bicycles were not ridden, but pushed.
Under the sun, dozens of black people were pushing dozens of bicycles along the edge of the road. There were heavy loads hanging on the left and right sides of the bicycles. Together they were even as wide as a car and weighed at least a ton.
The owner of the bicycle was soaked in the scorching sun, and Li Hei's face was only numb and calm. They were just like this, pushing the cart and walking slowly along the road, as if they were a group of believers going to the holy city to worship.
Going further, Song Wenbin saw an overturned bicycle on the side of the road, and the goods on the bicycle were scattered all over the place. Among those goods were many melons and fruits transported from the interior, many of which had been turned into mud by the crushing of cars.
The owner of the bicycle didn't even have time to grieve. He could only silently and numbly pick up his goods on the side of the road, and tried hard to put the goods back on the car. Beside him, the same bicycle team was advancing slowly, and no one came to help the black man, because the tons of bicycles would roll over if they were not careful, and everyone was doing their best to prevent their bikes from rolling over. .
The three of them sat in the car, holding on to the steering wheel, and glanced at the black people passing by.
The hardship of life here exceeded Song Wenbin's expectation. He could not remember the last time he saw such a tragic scene. Maybe it's in the book, maybe it's the sigh of the elders.
When Sutina saw the man, she instinctively stopped the car and stopped to help him.
But Huo Yu stopped her: "Don't come down, just keep walking forward."
"Can't we help him?"
Sutina asked.
"We can't help him."
Huo Yu said lightly: "People can't rely on anyone but themselves. This is their destiny."
Even so, Sutina stopped the car and helped the black man pack his things on the road. However, her time was not unlimited. After less than ten minutes, the cars behind her honked their horns continuously. Some large trucks had difficulty moving forward because Sutina's car was parked on the side of the road. Sutina had no choice but to look at her face. He jumped back into his car in a panic and continued to move forward with the convoy.
...
As the motorcade gradually approaches Lagos, on the far horizon, buildings that are very different from those in primitive Africa slowly emerge.
However, at this moment, Song Wenbin went to see his Wuling Hongguang again, but he couldn't help but feel a little bit reluctant in his heart, because once he arrived in Lagos, he would have to sell this vehicle that had accompanied him for more than a thousand kilometers. .
When he first came to Nigeria, he thought the journey would be quick, but unexpectedly it took four or five days.
Within four or five days, this car accompanied him through extortion, bumps, wind and sand, intense heat, Ronny Road, wilderness, and even robbery. It was also damaged and ran out of gas. , and also suffered insults from the outside world.
But until now, this car is still running steadily on the roads of Africa.
Song Wenbin has driven many cars, especially for live broadcasts, where he often changed into various luxury cars to drive. But the strange thing is that compared with those luxury cars that he meets by chance, this extremely ordinary Wuling Hongguang gives him a rare sense of weight.
It was a strange kind of trust, as if what he was driving was not a car, but a living life, something warm but silent. At this moment, it seemed that even the jingling noises and strange smells in the car became familiar.
"This is a good car."
Song Wenbin suddenly couldn't help but said to the camera: "This is a good car."
"It's such a good car."
Huo Yu's voice came from the intercom at an inappropriate time: "It's also a car worth 50,000 yuan. I was the only one who ran out of the encirclement that day. Yesterday, I almost lost my life when I drove your car."
Song Wenbin ignored Huo Yu and said to himself: "The program team may want domestic cars to occupy foreign markets, and they also hope that we can help with advertising. But in fact, what I want to say is Wuling Hongguang It doesn’t take much advertising.
This is a tenacious car, a car that has lived through history. The vitality of a thing is usually given by the unknown people at the bottom. There are still many people in the world who do not have enough to eat. Facing those markets that are still developing for the time being, the arrival of Wuling Hongguang, which has been tested in the domestic Shura field, will be a dimensionality reduction blow, just like Chinese mobile phones for the Indian market. That way. Likewise, I firmly believe that the low price of this car is a real winwin for people here. "
"Can you stop winning?"
Huo Yu said on the intercom: "You can drive to the front first and then talk."
Song Wenbin's Wuling Hongguang is at the back because of its low horsepower.
"How is your car?" Song Wenbin asked.
"How is it? What else can my car do?" Huo Yu said: "The suspension is as hard as iron. I really hope this thing can be a little softer. If I were more than ten years older, I would drive this car. The car definitely won’t work.”
"Harder than GTR?" Song Wenbin laughed.
"You can pull me down. Is that the same?"
At this time, there was another pit, and Huo Yu was shocked again.
Song Wenbin smiled and put down the walkie-talkie. He naturally knew that Wuling Hongguang had this problem. There were abnormal noises, the suspension was hard, and every little bump was bumpy. But he didn't say it because he already liked Wuling Hongguang.
"But!" Huo Yu excitedly stepped on the accelerator.
MG sped away happily on the road.
"But so what? I won't play with your feelings, let's talk about reality. This car is the fastest among the three cars. It is undeniable that this brand is not well-known, but as long as it can last forever Continuing this style and constantly taking the route of low price and high horsepower, as long as there are people around, people will like it, at least I like it very much!"
Su Tina smiled and said: "Although, Huo Yu, Brother Song, you may not realize that what you said is true. But unfortunately, your car has completely failed in this test. ”
As soon as she opened her mouth, Song Wenbin and Huo Yu fell silent.
"Brother Song, although your car was repaired yesterday, the door may not be that easy to repair."
Song Wenbin gritted his teeth amidst the creaking sound of the car door: "I want you to take care of it, my door is fine!"
"And Huo Yu, the fenders of your MG are broken, the front face is also broken, and the butt is dented. How much do you plan to sell this car for."
Huo Yu: "Shut up! Bitch!"
"Hahaha~"
Sutina smiled like a silver bell, and said to the camera with a broadcast voice: "Well, although it is very unknown. But excellent people and things are like this, you just need to do your own thing well. Although this journey is It seems to be only 800 kilometers, but in fact we ran more than a thousand kilometers, but this is a full thousand kilometers. This Harvard H6 did not have any major faults or any damage. I admit that the gearbox There may be a small problem, but it only requires replacing a few leather covers. In fact, after the same test, this car is no different from when I first got it from China."
Song Wenbin and Huo Yu had nothing to say, because what Su Tina said was actually true to a large extent. The one in the best condition among the three cars was actually the Harvard H6 that day.
"I have always liked reading books." Sutina continued: "In the books I read when I was a child, most of the protagonists in the stories were proud to own a foreign imported car. Ferrari, Porsche, Bentley, Rolls-Royce, etc. Until now, most people think like this, as if only driving such a car is the ideal life for human beings. But actually I don’t think so. Vehicles are just tools that carry people from one place to another. If you don't drive intensely or study track performance, then you can use it daily. The performance of this Harvard H6 is not inferior to any foreign car. And even in the most ordinary daily life, there is a very happy part. ..."
"Okay, college students."
Huo Yu lazily interrupted Su Tina: "You have only driven a few cars. If you don't understand the car, don't make random reviews, okay? Without intense driving and track performance, where would the current engine come from? We are all living in daily life. Nowadays, humans are still foraging in Africa. Let me say, it is precisely the death and hard work of those automobile pioneers that have led to the glory of the automobile industry today. Although domestically produced cars have developed very well in recent years, they are far behind compared with foreign countries. It's huge. If nothing else, as long as BYD and FAW can win a Le Mans championship with their self-developed cars or provide F1 with a championship-winning engine, I will never drive a foreign car again in my life."
Song Wenbin felt a little uncomfortable when he heard this. He didn't like what Huo Yu said, but he couldn't refute her words and could only bear it silently.
But Sutina smiled and said: "Is this what you said? As long as China can win the championship once, you will never drive a foreign car again?"
"Yeah. No matter how ugly the car is or beyond my taste, I will drive it." Huo Yu said.
"If you really get it, what about the foreign car you already bought?" Sutina asked.
"Take it and donate it to the guy in the back who drives the Wuling Hongguang, and let him use it for live streaming." Huo Yu said lazily.
"Ha ha ha ha."
Song Wenbin laughed out loud, "You can pull it down, I'll find a roller to run over your GTR and I won't drive that thing."
"no sooner said than done?"
Huo Yu asked.
"no sooner said than done."
Song Wenbin said calmly.
"There will definitely be a day!"
Sutina vowed: "Ten years will not work for twenty years, and twenty years will not work for thirty years. You will definitely be able to see it in your lifetime!"
