Ren Fei clearly paused upon hearing this, thinking it was pure bullying to compete with someone who hadn't adapted to the new car yet.
Despite his confusion, Ren Fei believed that if Brother Lin wanted him to do this, there must be a reason. Without a word, he entered the pit to change into his racing suit.
Lu Si also didn't quite understand Lin Yan's actions but didn't say much.
Five minutes later, Ren Fei emerged from the pit, having changed into his racing suit and wearing a helmet. Two staff members pushed his car behind him. With time being tight, Ren Fei didn't warm up his tires, performing a brief warm-up before heading onto the track.
Warming up tires didn't necessarily require tire warmers; frequent weaving from side to side on the track, combined with braking, could also achieve this.
After about five minutes of weaving, Ren Fei felt his tires were sufficiently warmed. He twisted the throttle and, as Reissna approached, he quickly tucked in behind him.
Reissna was also bewildered when he saw Ren Fei catching up. What was he planning to do?
"Good heavens, is he trying to bully me while I'm still getting used to the car?"
Beneath his helmet, Reissna's expression turned somewhat strange.
However, his guess was correct.
After closing in on Reissna, Ren Fei followed him for half a lap. When the distance closed to an attacking range, he decisively made his move.
No extra maneuvers were needed; a simple late brake sent his car ahead of Reissna.
Reissna was completely baffled, "Is this for real? I don't think I've offended you."
After completing the overtake, Ren Fei didn't know what else to do. Lin Yan had only told him to overtake, not to do anything else.
Under duress, Ren Fei had no choice but to drive slowly in front of Reissna. The newly adapted Reissna couldn't catch up to him at all.
Indeed, he couldn't catch up. Reissna, unfamiliar with the car, could only barely keep pace with Ren Fei even with all his might, let alone overtake him.
However, what puzzled Reissna was why Ren Fei was targeting him.
After following for a lap, Reissna couldn't come up with an answer to this question. It wasn't until the second lap that Reissna suddenly realized.
This was intended to make him follow Ren Fei's rhythm.
As a top professional race car driver, Reissna quickly grasped Ren Fei's intention.
Follow Ren Fei's rhythm?
Reissna tried it out. What did it mean to follow Ren Fei's rhythm? It was nothing more than imitating the other party's braking points.
Following the other party's braking points and exit points.
Seeing that Reissna's rhythm had changed slightly, Lin Yan, watching from the sidelines, nodded. This Reissna wasn't entirely foolish; he understood his intentions.
Instead of changing his style himself, it was better to imitate others and then gradually improve. Ren Fei was the earliest driver to join Ducati, and his style was extremely suited to Ducati, even more so than Lin Yan. Using him as a benchmark for Reissna was ideal.
What Ren Fei lacked wasn't effort, but talent.
After following for a lap, Reissna began to constantly adjust the differences in style between himself and Ren Fei. With just simple adjustments, Reissna's speed increased slightly compared to before. This was evident from the gap between him and Ren Fei.
It would still take some time to fully adapt to Ducati's driving style.
Lin Yan stayed there for a while. Once Reissna was fully in his element, Lin Yan went home.
What was the point of watching a grown man train when he could go home and be with his beautiful wife?
Su Mojin was still working at home at this time. When Lin Yan returned, Su Mojin was sitting on the sofa, staring at her computer.
After changing into slippers, Lin Yan happily went over.
Sitting on the sofa, he put his arm around his wife's waist.
"Are you trying to die? Do you know what would happen if I made a typo?"
"Heh heh, tough luck."
Lin Yan kissed his wife on the cheek. Su Mojin gave her husband a big roll of her eyes, then didn't fuss much, nestling into Lin Yan's embrace and continuing to process her work.
She had long grown accustomed to Lin Yan's occasional advances.
While smelling his wife's fragrance and browsing his phone, Lin Yan felt time fly by.
"Alright, can you let go now? I need to cook."
At five in the evening, Su Mojin prepared to get up and cook, only to find Lin Yan's hand still on her waist.
"Kiss me, and I'll let go."
"Aren't you being childish?"
Su Mojin was amused and exasperated, but she still kissed Lin Yan on the cheek. Lin Yan kept his word and promptly let his wife go into the kitchen.
Watching his wife's retreating back, Lin Yan spread his hands, clasped them together, and placed them behind his head. He had to admit, having a home and a wife felt truly wonderful.
After dinner, Lin Yan went out to the racetrack again. Ren Fei and Reissna were still training, but Lu Si had probably clocked out and gone home.
As a stingy boss, Lin Yan certainly wouldn't let him have such an easy time. He directly instructed Zhang Mingzhi to call Lu Si over for overtime.
What a joke, it was only a little past six, why would anyone be off work?
Lu Si, who was brought back, had a miserable look on his face. Overtime was overtime, but he didn't even get paid for it.
A miserable wage slave.
Reissna continued training until seven o'clock before coming down to handle sponsor matters with his agent. When he saw the sponsors Lin Yan had arranged for him, Reissna was somewhat stunned.
Lin Yan had allocated him a three percent share of the sponsorship. At first, he thought this share was low, no, not low, but extremely, extremely low. It was equivalent to him only receiving 300,000 yuan for a sponsor's advertising investment of ten million yuan.
Though it was little, he didn't pay it much mind due to a certain attitude. After all, drivers didn't earn much from sponsors; it was just a fraction of their salary. The main income came from endorsements. But today, when he saw the detailed quotation sheet, he was truly bewildered.
A company called "Laishuo Cosmetics Group" was offering him an advertising sponsorship of thirty million Euros.
Reissna knew Laishuo; it was a relatively famous cosmetics company in the East. While not a Fortune Global 500 company, it was definitely within the top thousand. It had also sponsored Ren Fei before.
Such a large company was willing to pay thirty million Euros a year to sponsor him.
And that wasn't the main point. The main point was that for thirty million Euros a year, which converted to two hundred million Chinese yuan, they only wanted a trademark on his racing suit's arm, no larger than his fist.
This...