They said my life was over.
A lame man, a car mechanic, a waste who was stepped into the mud by the prince of the Qianyi Group.
Until I used parts from the junkyard to build a monster with a speed of over 300 per hour.
Until I used a garbage bag as a trophy cover at the World Championships and said to the global cameras:
"They say Chinese motorcycles are rubbish?"
"Today, the garbage bag took away the championship."
The former boss went crazy and smashed everything and begged me to come back.
I tore up the billion-dollar contract and made only one request:
"Kneel down and say to the world -"
"'Back then, I was the one who stole Ye Zheng's technology.'"
