Go crowdfunding.

 "Mr. Zhang is out, Mr. Zhang is out!"

 "Good guy, it turns out that the car god is Mr. Zhang's friend! As expected, birds of a feather flock together, and awesome people still make friends with awesome people!"

 "Mr. Zhang friend? Why do I suspect that Mr. Zhang is making things out of thin air?"

 "Hahaha, Mr. Zhang, is this car god friend you are talking about yourself?"

 "Hello everyone, I am Zhang Menglong's former driving school instructor. He passed subject one once, failed subject two once, and failed subject three twice. I prove that he can never be a car god!" "

 Hahaha! Even Mr. Zhang's driving school instructor came out to refute the rumors, so I believe Mr. Zhang No longer a car god!"

 "Hahaha, it turns out that Mr. Zhang, a god like Mr. Zhang, also has to take the driver's license test several times. The operation of getting a driver's license in three days for only 100,000 yuan is really a lie! "

 ...

 "Hahaha, Zhang Mengyu, you failed in the second and third subjects!" Wang Ling laughed in front of Zhang Mengyu.

 "Fuck! You're laughing! I just wasn't thinking about learning to drive at that time, otherwise I would have been a driving expert long ago!" Zhang Mengyu said harshly.

 "Do you really know the car god?" Wang Ling confirmed.

 "We know each other!" Zhang Mengyu said, "We are fellow villagers. He has also settled in Jiangnan City now. We had dinner with him a few days ago, right Yiyi?" "Yes

 ," Lu Yiyao nodded with a suppressed smile. , Zhang Menglong started acting, and as his girlfriend, she always had to cooperate with his performances.

 "The God of Cars is in Jiangnan City?" Wang Ling was delighted, "Tell me where he is, and I'll go find him now!" "

 He won't see you," Zhang Mengyu shook his head, "A million-dollar bet , send beggars away?"

 "This..." Wang Ling didn't know what to say.

 A million dollars in bets is indeed a lot, and these car gods are not super rich. Even in international competitions, the championship prize is only a few million at most.

 But racing is a costly affair.

 The racing cars of those car gods are modified bit by bit by themselves. Every accessory and parameter is their hard work. Anyone who knows how much it costs to modify a racing car will naturally understand.

 Let alone others, take Qin Feng as an example. He plays racing and has spent tens of millions of dollars just on modifications.

 And Qin Feng doesn't even have a name in the racing world!

 So those car gods really don't have much money.

 "My friend said, you poor guys, you should go back to China and collect some money first. If you don't have money, don't compete!" Zhang Mengyu posted another update.

 "666! You are worthy of being a car god! This is the attitude a car god should have!"

 "Hahaha, it's just that there is no competition without money! He is Mr. Zhang's friend, and with 1 million US dollars, isn't this an insult to the car god? ?"

 "Go back to your country quickly to collect money? How about our country's Shuidichio lends it to you for a while, and then come back when you have collected enough money?"

 ...

 "You kid, you are causing trouble!" Looking at this incomparable excitement Wang Ling could only feel helpless due to the language of hatred, but there was nothing he could do. He was Zhang Menglong's friend. If he wanted to compete and had no money, how could Zhang Menglong just sit back and ignore it?

 As for Zhang Menglong, who wants to talk about money, his mouth is for billions, right? One to two million US dollars is really not something he can judge. Even after participating in such a competition, he felt that the price was a bit low!

 ...

 In the presidential suite of a five-star hotel in Yanjing, China, Qin Feng was holding a beautiful woman in his arms and watching the last rally competition held in the United States.

 There were four young men sitting around, one was tall and burly, one was handsome, and the remaining two could barely be described as capable.

 They are the four car gods who came to China this time.

 "Mr. Qin, are all you Chinese so arrogant?" Skelly, who is from the United States, has a bad temper, and his tone suddenly became a little aggressive.

 "Skli, be careful what you say! " "Qin Feng's tone was cold. You have insulted us Chinese people on Facebook and Fes Blog. I haven't settled the score with you yet. Although you are the American car god, but apart from this title, you are nothing!

 " Feng's words made Skili tremble. Yes, he had forgotten how terrifying the Chinese young man next to him was from Beijing.

 "But Mr. Qin, he won't bet even one million US dollars. Does he think he is the richest man in the world?"

 "Haha, don't you all watch the news?" Qin Feng sneered, "He is now the richest man in the world, talking about money, He has the capital!"

 Qin Feng was a little amused when he thought of Zhang Menglong, whom he had met once before. He originally thought that Zhang Menglong was just an ordinary rich kid, but he didn't expect that after seeing him for a few months, he was even more famous than the king. Ling and he are even older.

 In the past, when people talked about the second generation of rich people, they only talked about him and Wang Ling, but now they have nothing to do with them.

 "With Zhang Mengyu as a support, this one million US dollars is really not attractive. You should prepare some more money!" "

 Humph, we in the United States are extremely rich, isn't it just money?" The young car god in the United States also came from He made a phone call to a fairly wealthy family and immediately became confident.

 "I asked my family for 5 million US dollars. This should be enough, right?"

 "Hahaha! Skili, I think it may not be enough." Qin Feng said with a smile.

 "Then 10 million U.S. dollars!"

 "You guys give it a try first!" Qin Feng slapped his head. He felt that these people were talking to a bull by saying this. They had no idea how rich Zhang Mengyu was.

 "Ten million is ten million!" The other car gods may not have much money, but just because of their names, there are many people in their country who are willing to sell them this favor!

 ...

 "Hazy, these people have registered a Weibo called 'Challenge the Chinese Car God'," Lu Yiyao has been paying attention to this matter, "They have now increased the bet to 10 million US dollars per person. Yeah!"

 "Hahaha! Look at the netizens! I'm laughing so hard!" Lu Yiyao laughed so hard that her stomach ached. Netizens' comments were simply hilarious.

 "Ten million U.S. dollars? I don't think it's enough!"

 "Wow, you're so rich. I increased it ten times! But you are still a bunch of poor people!"

 "It's only 10 million U.S. dollars. I thought it would be enough." How many are there? Are you here to insult Mr. Zhang and the car god again?"

 "Mr. Zhang can set off 5 billion fireworks, any donation is 2 billion, and 100 billion U.S. dollars is not even a fraction, brother!"

 "I've thought about the script: don't waste time if you don't have 10 billion!"

 Netizens are looking forward to what kind of answer Zhang Mengyu can give.

 But after waiting for a long time, Zhang Mengyu gave a reply, but this time it was just a link and a few words.

 "Sorry, it took me a while. I just spent half a day and asked our company's technical staff to make an overseas version of Water Drop. You can take it back and do crowdfunding. I see you are so poor, so just talk less and join in. When you get to 1 billion, you can come back to the car god!"

 "Hahaha! What the hell! An overseas version of Shuidichou? Hahaha!"

 "I thought what did Mr. Zhang do these days? It turns out that he has lost the ability to develop new software. !"

 "Haha, I fucking laughed until I died on the spot! It's not very harmful, but it's extremely insulting. It's the overseas version of Shuidichou, hahahaha!" "It's

 not nonsense to come here with 10 million US dollars to provoke Mr. Zhang and the car god. Where's the kid?"

 "I can't help but want to raise money for them!" "

 "Shrimp pig heart, it's just shrimp pig heart!" "

 ...