At ten in the morning, a Rolls-Royce Cullinan slowly drove into the Nian'an racing circuit.
The car stopped steadily, and Reisner, along with his agent and technician, got out. Looking at the vast racing circuit, Reisner felt a sense of calm. He had seen the LS27 club building opposite while in the car and guessed that this racing circuit was likely where the team trained.
However, this racing circuit seemed a bit too large. And the fact that they sent a Cullinan to pick him up made Reisner feel it was overly luxurious.
"You must be Mr. Reisner."
Matt was the person Lin Yan had arranged to receive Reisner. Seeing Reisner arrive, he enthusiastically went forward and shook his hand.
"Hello."
They had met before in the paddock, so this was merely polite formality.
"I'd like to tour the training facilities first, and then we can sign the contract. What do you think, Chief Technician Matt?"
"Of course."
Everything was proceeding according to normal procedure, and Matt was acting as Lin Yan had instructed.
Reisner followed Matt all the way to the pit garage. Along the way, Reisner saw Lun Si and Ren Fei training on factory bikes and couldn't help but sigh inwardly. He was so lucky to arrive on a day they were training with factory bikes.
Such an opportunity was rare and unpredictable. This was a perfect chance for him to adapt to the new Ducati motorcycle.
"Heh, Reisner, consider this your home. Our boss, Lin, has a rule: as long as you can create value, resources are not a problem."
"See? Ren Fei and Lun Si train with factory bikes every day."
As they walked, Matt chatted with the three of them, and Reisner listened quietly.
"Wait, Chief Technician Matt, did you say they train with factory bikes every day?"
Suddenly, Reisner caught a key point.
At first, he thought he had misheard, but then he reconsidered.
Seeing Reisner's excited expression, Matt was momentarily surprised, then seemed to understand.
"That's right, we train with factory bikes all day long. Our team doesn't lack the money for this."
Hearing this, Reisner gasped. Such a team existed? They were truly wealthy.
If training with factory bikes wasn't considered wealthy, Reisner couldn't imagine what would be.
The factory bikes, aside from the outer shell, were almost entirely consumables, and the consumption was considerable. Not many factory teams could support such consumption, and even if they could, they wouldn't do it this way, as it would significantly reduce their profits.
At this moment, Reisner finally understood why Lun Si and Ren Fei's improvement speeds were so rapid. With daily training on factory bikes, it was impossible for their skills not to improve quickly.
It wasn't just Reisner who was shocked; his chief technician was equally stunned. As someone who understood the value of racing parts even better than Reisner, he knew exactly how much it cost to train with factory bikes.
The manufacturing cost of an engine alone was one million euros. This one million euros wasn't just for materials, but for the manufacturing process. The precision of factory bike engines was extremely high, making their cost very expensive.
Moreover, not only were they expensive to build, but their wear and tear was also very high. The mileage for road-legal bikes was measured in tens of thousands of kilometers, while factory bikes were measured in thousands.
However, what shocked Reisner even more was that everything else besides the motorcycles was also supplied without limit.
He had been concerned about resources before coming?
Did he still need to be concerned about resources? They were inexhaustible.
Seeing this, Reisner was eager to sign the contract. With such treatment, he wouldn't mind a lower salary.
Reisner's agent didn't quite understand these things and was a bit puzzled by their excitement.
Could they not show so much excitement? It would make negotiating the price difficult later.
After a few laps, Reisner immediately rushed to the building opposite to sign the contract. Lin Yan happened to be there.
Seeing the triumphant look on Reisner's face, Lin Yan immediately understood what was happening.
"Hey, Lin."
As Reisner approached, he waved enthusiastically at Lin Yan and greeted him. After seeing the treatment here, he was full of confidence about adapting to the new motorcycle. If he couldn't adapt after riding it for half a month, he would probably slap himself.
Lin Yan nodded at Reisner in response.
Reisner didn't personally handle the contract matters, leaving it to his agent. The contract Lin Yan offered was very sincere. It wasn't about a high salary, which was the same as before, eight million euros annually. The main thing was that there were no hidden clauses, which made the agent appreciate the magnanimity of a top-tier conglomerate.
It was much more straightforward than the contracts he had seen before. After carefully reviewing it, he signed and sealed it.
Meanwhile, Lin Yan was discussing racing matters with Reisner.
While chatting with Lin Yan, Reisner quietly discovered that this guy knew much more than he did. Good heavens, considering he was now a veteran, and Lin Yan was a newcomer, it felt like the roles were reversed, as if he were the newcomer.
Once everything was settled, Reisner was eager to experience the new motorcycle.
The motorcycle had already been prepared before Reisner's arrival. It was a standard model, adorned with Reisner's number. When Lin Yan led Reisner to the pit garage, Reisner's technician was already adjusting the motorcycle according to Reisner's usual driving habits.
Adjusting a racing motorcycle was very complex, especially since this was a new bike that Reisner's technician knew nothing about. The engine parameters, torque, structure, chassis, and electronic control systems were all unknown. Reisner needed to adapt, and so did his technician; these were things they both had to progress with gradually.
While the technician was adjusting the motorcycle, Lin Yan introduced Reisner to the bike's operating system, which Reisner listened to attentively.
Additionally, Lin Yan took Reisner to the physical testing room. What was called a physical testing room was essentially a physical examination, but this was no ordinary check-up.
First, there was a blood test, followed by a lung capacity test. Reisner blew into the device easily, exceeding ten thousand.
Of course, these were just the basics. As the saying goes, the physical condition of top professional racing drivers could rival that of triathletes.
The first test item was an anaerobic endurance run.
This was a physical test that could make even Lin Yan vomit.