"Anything you can't say over the phone?"
Lin Yan typed, though he knew it was likely about a job offer from Reisner, Lin Yan wasn't in a hurry. Only by having the initiative could he control the situation; in negotiations, letting the other party speak first gave him an advantage.
After sending the message, Reisner replied after a while.
"The phone isn't ideal. Let's meet privately. I'll wait for you in the woods behind the pit building."
Looking at the message on his phone, Lin Yan frowned. He hadn't expected Reisner to be so cautious.
"Are you really going?"
"Yes, why not? It's a sure win."
Su Mojin asked from the bed. After hearing Lin Yan's reply, she didn't press further and got up to get his jacket.
Lin Yan currently had a lot of popularity in China. It wasn't to the point of overshadowing the entertainment industry, which remained the deeply rooted dominant force. However, after entertainment, Lin Yan ranked second.
This second place was solid. While the entertainment industry shared a large cake among many, Lin Yan's slice, though smaller, was exclusively his.
His earnings from racing were far more ethical than how capitalists exploited men during holidays.
Recently, both Lin's own ventures and other advertisers had approached Lin Yan for collaborations. This was also why Lin Yan had been planning to expand his team. They weren't short of money; they were short of people. In GP, people represented advertising space, which meant money. Cars could display advertisements through livery, but who was riding them was crucial.
The stronger the driver's performance, the more attention they garnered, and the greater the returns.
If he could poach Reisner, salary was not a concern; it would be a guaranteed profit. With Lin's Group's operations, Reisner's salary would be a mere drop in the ocean.
After putting on his clothes, Lin Yan had Li Wei bring bodyguards to accompany him to the agreed meeting spot with Reisner.
With dozens of bodyguards clearing the way, Lin Yan arrived at a small wooded area near the racetrack. The sudden dense footsteps startled Reisner, who only relaxed when he saw Lin Yan, having thought it was someone else.
"Good grief, bringing so many bodyguards to go out at a racetrack? Are you that afraid of dying?"
It wasn't nighttime, and they were meeting discreetly. Lin Yan had Li Wei and Yang Tianming stay nearby while the others spread out to keep watch, and he entered the small woods.
"Speak. What is it?"
There were no places to sit, so Lin Yan remained standing. Reisner stood opposite him, seemingly having waited for a long time, with a few leaves already fallen on his head.
"Do you still need people on your team?"
To Lin Yan's surprise, Reisner was so direct.
"Yes. Are you coming?"
Since the other party was direct, Lin Yan saw no need for beating around the bush. Lin Yan actually disliked people who were indirect.
"I can't say for sure, but I have that intention."
Reisner glanced around and said in a low voice. From Reisner's current state, Lin Yan felt that his life hadn't been great since transferring to Teseu, with stubble still on his face.
Can't say for sure?
After hearing this, Lin Yan made up his mind. If a driver said this, it was practically a done deal; the next step was to see the terms.
"How do you want your salary?"
"Whatever you decide."
The conversation was unexpectedly decisive. Lin Yan had initially thought Teseu's arrival might cause him trouble, but it had unexpectedly brought him benefits.
"If you join, I'll match the salary Bentian is paying you. As for the contract buyout, that's your responsibility. Lastly, the car issue. I'm planning to form a satellite team soon, and the team's resources and car configurations will be the same as the factory team."
Lin Yan was in a hurry to get back to his wife, so he didn't waste time with Reisner and laid out all the answers at once. Reisner listened quietly, weighing the pros and cons.
The salary was not an issue; it was standard industry practice. But what did this satellite team mean?
Since Lin Yan mentioned a satellite team, his intention was clear: if Reisner joined, he would be in this satellite team. However, Reisner's inner desire was to join a factory team. This was understandable, as joining a factory team was the goal of every driver in GP, akin to attending a top university. Satellites were like second-tier institutions. Asking him to transfer from a factory team to a satellite was essentially a demotion.
However, the identical resources and car configurations were a slight surprise to Reisner.
Satellite teams typically used last year's cars. Lin Yan's statement clearly meant that his satellite team would use this year's cars, the GP23.
"Uh... Okay, I'll consider it and give you an answer later."
Although Reisner already had an answer in his heart, the final decision could only be made after this race, as he was still under Bentian's contract. Agreeing to Lin Yan at this moment would be somewhat unethical.
After seeing Reisner off, Lin Yan didn't linger outside. He brushed off the fallen leaves, left the woods, and returned to the RV.
He didn't watch the race in person that afternoon but followed the broadcast by Yan Xiaoqiang and the others on the RV's TV.
The Moto2 qualifying session had just ended, and the qualifying session for Yan Xiaoqiang and Zhang Ningyu was about to begin.
"Honey, have some fruit."
While Lin Yan was out, Su Mojin had somehow procured a plate of fruit and brought it to the bed after peeling it.
"Hmm? You went out?"
Seeing that it was local fruit from Country S, Lin Yan asked with some confusion.
"No, Zhang Mingzhi and the others brought it in. I'm not that foolish. Besides, you were only gone for a short while, where could I go?"
Lin Yan had specifically instructed her that this was a sensitive period. Except for the races Lin Yan participated in at noon, Su Mojin basically didn't leave the RV, which also allowed her to handle official business in her spare time.
Since that was the case, Lin Yan didn't ask further. Regardless, it was better to be cautious these days. Sniper rifles were a danger that couldn't be easily guarded against.
After eating some of the fruit Su Mojin handed him, the Moto3 qualifying session officially began.
Yan Xiaoqiang and the others didn't have Lin Yan's boldness. They didn't go out immediately at the start of the qualifying session but waited at the door to observe for a while. Only after the pack of cars had thinned out did they enter the track.
Two Moto3 race cars with the LS27 livery drove out of the pit building, and their speed immediately increased as they hit the track.
There were thirty riders in today's Moto3, similar to the GP category. By the time Yan Xiaoqiang went out, most of the riders had already started.
Due to the new rule prohibiting slipstreaming within the same team, the two did not come out together but one after the other. Yan Xiaoqiang already had a considerable number of fans on the track. Upon his appearance, the grandstands erupted in a wave of cheers, partly due to Lin Yan's team, which added considerable prestige to Yan Xiaoqiang and Zhang Ningyu.
"Honey, do you think I could ride these Moto3 bikes?"
Su Mojin asked while watching the race.
"No."
"Okay."
Su Mojin stuck out her tongue, knowing that would be the answer.
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