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Chapter 244
chapter 0142 part 2
Even the gold chain around his neck had gotten thicker.
"Usable Racers..." Xincha calculated and, after thinking it over, decided on the person he was most confident could win the competition.
He put down his Wine Glass, casually pressed two twenty-dollar bills as a Tip under the glass, and walked out of the Bar.
"Hey, Dominic Toretto, it's me, Xincha. There's a competition with a big Bonus. I'll provide the Car, are you interested in running a lap for me? We'll split the Bonus fifty-fifty!"
Los Angeles, a thousand miles away from New York!
With the Bonus Money won from several competitions in New York plus some savings and Deposit he had on hand, Dominic Toretto opened an Auto Repair Shop in Los Angeles,
and successfully established a foothold in the Los Angeles Underground Street Racing scene.
With his excellent driving skills and tough Fist, he became the Leader of the Street Racers in Los Angeles.
"Competition! Brother, I'm in Los Angeles right now, over three thousand kilometers from New York!"
Dominic Toretto put his Mobile Phone on speakerphone on the Car roof, lifted the Engine hood of the blue Sports Car, and checked for Engine problems.
"I think you should ask how much the Bonus is first?"
"Then tell me how much the Bonus is?" Dominic Toretto held a large wrench, planning to remove the eight-cylinder Engine of this Sports Car.
"Twenty million US Dollars!"
"Twenty million US Dollars!" Dominic Toretto repeated the amount, somewhat disbelieving: "Just for racing!"
"Yes, just for racing!"
"Then book me an Airplane Ticket to New York. Is your Car ready? I want to choose the Car myself!"
Dominic Toretto glanced at his Girlfriend and sister who were queuing at the newly opened fried chicken restaurant across the street from his shop, threw the wrench aside, and took the Phone from the Car roof, saying.
"The competition isn't in New York, it's in Monaco, an Antique Car Competition. You can see it if you turn on the television. I'll book you an Airplane Ticket to Monaco!"
"A legitimate competition!" Dominic Toretto frowned: "Xincha, you should know, I have a criminal record, I can't participate in this kind of legitimate competition—"
"Don't worry, I'll handle the registration. You just need to focus on winning!"
.........
"Honey, that new fried chicken place across the street is really good. The portions are generous, and the taste is great. It's also discounted for the grand opening. Mia and I bought five servings!
What are you watching, the news channel..."
Letty and Mia walked into the Auto Repair Shop carrying large buckets of fried chicken.
One was Dominic Toretto's Girlfriend, and the other was his sister.
Letty was a little surprised to see her boyfriend, who treated Cars like his Life, wasn't Researching Engines but was sitting on a tire watching the news on the old television they had acquired.
She walked over from behind, wrapped her arms around her boyfriend's front, and held up the bag from the Brothers Fried Chicken Restaurant with the LOS POLLOS HERMANOS logo in front of him. Reaching into the paper tube in the bag, Letty took out a piece of fried chicken and fed it to Dominic Toretto's mouth.
Dominic Toretto ate the fragrant fried chicken in his mouth, then looked at his Girlfriend and sister, pointed at the television, and said to them:
"Letty, Mia, I'm going to participate in the Monaco Antique Car Competition soon. If I win twenty million US Dollars, we'll get a bigger House, and you won't have to live in this Repair Shop..."
.........
Iceland is located in the central North Atlantic, near the Arctic Circle, and is the second-largest island in Europe. Because it is close to the Arctic, over ten percent of Iceland's total Area is covered by Glacier.
At this time, in an unremarkable Mountain Range in Iceland, a Helicopter hovered high in the air. Trevor Anderson looked at the Mountain Range covered in Accumulated Snow below, wrapped his down jacket tighter, and shouted loudly to Frank sitting in the Cabin: "Looks like we came at the wrong Time!"
Frank sat there casually, playing with his Ejection Knife.
The Helicopter pilot, seeing that they had reached the designated Coordinates, immediately began to descend in Height.
"Why are there so many people down there?"
As the Helicopter descended in Height, Trevor Anderson finally noticed that the Mountain Range below was full of people. On the snow-covered mountain, it looked like countless black sesame seeds had been sprinkled.
"Oh my god! How many people did you find!"
The Helicopter landed on a temporarily cleared open space. Trevor Anderson pushed open the Helicopter door and jumped out.
His high-top boots crunched on the Accumulated Snow under his Feet. Trevor Anderson looked around and saw that the entire mountain was densely packed with people. Even though it was the season when the mountain was sealed by snow and Heavy Equipment couldn't be transported in, these workers wearing thick cotton clothes had managed to dig through one side of this Mountain Range purely with manpower, revealing the dark Mountain Cavity inside.
Miners pushed wheelbarrows back and forth in the mountain cave, constantly transporting Gravel outwards...
"A total of two thousand workers were hired! Welcome, Mr. Frank..."
At this moment, a Construction Site Manager wearing a Safety Helmet walked over. This manager of the Mining Company, a Subordinate of Tang Group Company, replied to Trevor Anderson and then warmly extended his hands towards Frank.
"Two thousand people, how did you do it? As far as I know, the entire Country of Iceland only has about three hundred thousand people. Working on this snowy mountain, those Icelanders wouldn't do it..."
Trevor Anderson looked at the workers pushing wheelbarrows full of stones past him, looking at their faces red from the cold, and asked in surprise.
Although Iceland is a small Country, its per capita GDP and welfare benefits are among the top in Europe and even the world.
Trevor Anderson didn't believe these Icelanders would do this kind of Work.
The Construction Site Manager tightly grasped Frank's right hand, shook it twice, and then eagerly took out prepared warm clothing and gloves.
After being refused by Frank, he retreated behind Frank, half a step behind him, and extended his arm to guide Frank towards the construction site's Command post.
"Our workers are all hired from other Countries. There are very few Icelanders!"
The manager was about forty years old, a typical Federation Person, with blonde hair, a face red from the cold, a red nose, and a plump belly, but his Look towards the two was very humble.
While guiding the two towards a Tent Cluster set up on an open space halfway up the mountain, he explained to Trevor:
"We offered a price of one thousand US Dollars per day, and Miners from many Countries are scrambling to come. We don't lack workers!
Even the gold chain around his neck had gotten thicker.
"Usable Racers..." Xincha calculated and, after thinking it over, decided on the person he was most confident could win the competition.
He put down his Wine Glass, casually pressed two twenty-dollar bills as a Tip under the glass, and walked out of the Bar.
"Hey, Dominic Toretto, it's me, Xincha. There's a competition with a big Bonus. I'll provide the Car, are you interested in running a lap for me? We'll split the Bonus fifty-fifty!"
Los Angeles, a thousand miles away from New York!
With the Bonus Money won from several competitions in New York plus some savings and Deposit he had on hand, Dominic Toretto opened an Auto Repair Shop in Los Angeles,
and successfully established a foothold in the Los Angeles Underground Street Racing scene.
With his excellent driving skills and tough Fist, he became the Leader of the Street Racers in Los Angeles.
"Competition! Brother, I'm in Los Angeles right now, over three thousand kilometers from New York!"
Dominic Toretto put his Mobile Phone on speakerphone on the Car roof, lifted the Engine hood of the blue Sports Car, and checked for Engine problems.
"I think you should ask how much the Bonus is first?"
"Then tell me how much the Bonus is?" Dominic Toretto held a large wrench, planning to remove the eight-cylinder Engine of this Sports Car.
"Twenty million US Dollars!"
"Twenty million US Dollars!" Dominic Toretto repeated the amount, somewhat disbelieving: "Just for racing!"
"Yes, just for racing!"
"Then book me an Airplane Ticket to New York. Is your Car ready? I want to choose the Car myself!"
Dominic Toretto glanced at his Girlfriend and sister who were queuing at the newly opened fried chicken restaurant across the street from his shop, threw the wrench aside, and took the Phone from the Car roof, saying.
"The competition isn't in New York, it's in Monaco, an Antique Car Competition. You can see it if you turn on the television. I'll book you an Airplane Ticket to Monaco!"
"A legitimate competition!" Dominic Toretto frowned: "Xincha, you should know, I have a criminal record, I can't participate in this kind of legitimate competition—"
"Don't worry, I'll handle the registration. You just need to focus on winning!"
.........
"Honey, that new fried chicken place across the street is really good. The portions are generous, and the taste is great. It's also discounted for the grand opening. Mia and I bought five servings!
What are you watching, the news channel..."
Letty and Mia walked into the Auto Repair Shop carrying large buckets of fried chicken.
One was Dominic Toretto's Girlfriend, and the other was his sister.
Letty was a little surprised to see her boyfriend, who treated Cars like his Life, wasn't Researching Engines but was sitting on a tire watching the news on the old television they had acquired.
She walked over from behind, wrapped her arms around her boyfriend's front, and held up the bag from the Brothers Fried Chicken Restaurant with the LOS POLLOS HERMANOS logo in front of him. Reaching into the paper tube in the bag, Letty took out a piece of fried chicken and fed it to Dominic Toretto's mouth.
Dominic Toretto ate the fragrant fried chicken in his mouth, then looked at his Girlfriend and sister, pointed at the television, and said to them:
"Letty, Mia, I'm going to participate in the Monaco Antique Car Competition soon. If I win twenty million US Dollars, we'll get a bigger House, and you won't have to live in this Repair Shop..."
.........
Iceland is located in the central North Atlantic, near the Arctic Circle, and is the second-largest island in Europe. Because it is close to the Arctic, over ten percent of Iceland's total Area is covered by Glacier.
At this time, in an unremarkable Mountain Range in Iceland, a Helicopter hovered high in the air. Trevor Anderson looked at the Mountain Range covered in Accumulated Snow below, wrapped his down jacket tighter, and shouted loudly to Frank sitting in the Cabin: "Looks like we came at the wrong Time!"
Frank sat there casually, playing with his Ejection Knife.
The Helicopter pilot, seeing that they had reached the designated Coordinates, immediately began to descend in Height.
"Why are there so many people down there?"
As the Helicopter descended in Height, Trevor Anderson finally noticed that the Mountain Range below was full of people. On the snow-covered mountain, it looked like countless black sesame seeds had been sprinkled.
"Oh my god! How many people did you find!"
The Helicopter landed on a temporarily cleared open space. Trevor Anderson pushed open the Helicopter door and jumped out.
His high-top boots crunched on the Accumulated Snow under his Feet. Trevor Anderson looked around and saw that the entire mountain was densely packed with people. Even though it was the season when the mountain was sealed by snow and Heavy Equipment couldn't be transported in, these workers wearing thick cotton clothes had managed to dig through one side of this Mountain Range purely with manpower, revealing the dark Mountain Cavity inside.
Miners pushed wheelbarrows back and forth in the mountain cave, constantly transporting Gravel outwards...
"A total of two thousand workers were hired! Welcome, Mr. Frank..."
At this moment, a Construction Site Manager wearing a Safety Helmet walked over. This manager of the Mining Company, a Subordinate of Tang Group Company, replied to Trevor Anderson and then warmly extended his hands towards Frank.
"Two thousand people, how did you do it? As far as I know, the entire Country of Iceland only has about three hundred thousand people. Working on this snowy mountain, those Icelanders wouldn't do it..."
Trevor Anderson looked at the workers pushing wheelbarrows full of stones past him, looking at their faces red from the cold, and asked in surprise.
Although Iceland is a small Country, its per capita GDP and welfare benefits are among the top in Europe and even the world.
Trevor Anderson didn't believe these Icelanders would do this kind of Work.
The Construction Site Manager tightly grasped Frank's right hand, shook it twice, and then eagerly took out prepared warm clothing and gloves.
After being refused by Frank, he retreated behind Frank, half a step behind him, and extended his arm to guide Frank towards the construction site's Command post.
"Our workers are all hired from other Countries. There are very few Icelanders!"
The manager was about forty years old, a typical Federation Person, with blonde hair, a face red from the cold, a red nose, and a plump belly, but his Look towards the two was very humble.
While guiding the two towards a Tent Cluster set up on an open space halfway up the mountain, he explained to Trevor:
"We offered a price of one thousand US Dollars per day, and Miners from many Countries are scrambling to come. We don't lack workers!
