As for Gena, just as Lin Yan had seen, he had yellow hair, was about 1.6 meters tall, and was thin, the type that was short but strong. Similarly, his eyes carried a hint of ferocity, but his ferocity was different from Tesu's; his was very apparent, with his ambition all displayed outwardly.
"I think Ducati won't miss this opportunity to upgrade their race cars. They'll probably make some internal adjustments. Relatively speaking, rather than worrying about their cars, I'm more concerned about whether our car can give me a fighting chance. I really want to meet that Lin Shen."
Gena's words were direct and unpleasant, but Tesu liked such blunt people. A smile appeared on his face, and he stepped forward to pat Gena on the shoulder.
"Don't worry, our car this year will definitely satisfy you. This thirty million Euro investment won't be wasted on you."
Ruisi Na, standing by, observed the entire exchange with a cold eye, seemingly with no intention to interject. He was just mindlessly scrolling through his phone until the two left the pit room. Then, he slowly raised his head.
"Ruisi Na, isn't this guy too arrogant? A rookie, saying he wants to meet Ducati's Lin Shen? Isn't that just asking for a beating?"
After they left, a young man in a mechanic's uniform walked up to Ruisi Na and spoke in a low voice, his expression full of contempt and disdain. This person was the former old mechanic's apprentice. He was very dissatisfied with Tesu's actions, ignoring the skilled veteran drivers to focus on a rookie. Wasn't that pure madness?
This new chief mechanic had a less than pleasant relationship with the original old mechanic. Now that he was in charge, the entire team's style had completely changed.
"These matters don't concern me much. You shouldn't butt in either. Just do your job well."
Ruisi Na didn't offer much of a response. He shook his shoulders, preparing to go out for training, as if their conversation hadn't affected him at all.
On the surface, there was no impact, but Ruisi Na was still a little bothered inwardly. The team valuing rookies over veterans made him feel betrayed.
The new arrival, Gena, was very strong and adapted exceptionally well to the Honda factory car. In terms of pure talent, Ruisi Na had to admit that Gena might be slightly better than him. Just yesterday, Gena, who had been adapting to the factory car for over a month, even achieved a lap time faster than his own on a particular lap. It was only one lap, but for a rookie just entering MotoGP, it was quite impressive, even surpassing ninety percent of rookies.
Of course, Gena also had his shortcomings, namely inconsistency. The lap times varied greatly from lap to lap. It could only be said that he had talent, but his skill was still a little underdeveloped. As for Gena's claim of wanting to meet Lin Yan, Ruisi Na completely dismissed it as a joke.
He could only say it was the boldness of a newborn calf.
Lin Yan, in his first year in MotoGP as a rookie, had managed thirteen consecutive wins. Not just him, but even four-time champion Daniel wasn't his match. What fantasies was this rookie having?
Gena was strong, but he wasn't as monstrous as Marquez or Lin Yan. Marquez had won the world championship in his very first year in MotoGP.
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Lin Yan returned home at six in the evening.
The dining table in the living room was laden with fragrant and delicious dishes. After a hearty meal, Su Mojin pulled Lin Yan to a small room on the second floor.
"You tidied this up?"
"How is it, satisfied?"
"Not bad, but in the future, I will fill this place."
In the white room, Lin Yan's trophies and medals adorned half of one wall. In the center of the wall, the Laureus Best Sportsman award trophy was encased in a transparent glass box. Beside it was the golden helmet symbolizing the MotoGP championship.
An entire wall of honor, looking incredibly impressive.
Su Mojin had polished each medal and simply decorated the room. This room was designated for Lin Yan to display his medals from now on.
"How was it, did I do a good job?"
"Mm, you deserve a reward."
"I don't want it, go away."
Su Mojin showed a look of disdain, but her actions were quite honest.
"I'll be competing next week. If you can't make time, I'll go by myself."
"It's fine, I'll prepare in advance then."
Su Mojin had officially joined Yisheng, primarily to take over Lin Yan's previous position. She was very busy usually, but fortunately, Fu Qingyun and the others usually took care of the child.
It wasn't that Su Mojin and Lin Yan didn't want to take care of the child, but they simply didn't have the opportunity!
The child was their own, but the parents had no right to manage them. Where could one even complain about such a thing?
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A week later, in Katara City, a private jet slowly landed at the central airport. As the cabin door opened, Lin Yan and Zhang Mingzhi descended from the plane and boarded a motorhome.
"If you're tired, take a nap first. I'll wake you when we arrive."
"I still have a document to finish. I'll sleep later."
Seated in the car, Su Mojin's slender and long fingers tapped furiously on the laptop keyboard, her eyes, clear as spring water, fixed on the screen.
Currently, she had no capable subordinates, and the company's business basically required her personal involvement. In the past few days, to rush work, she had barely had time to sleep.
Inspired by his wife's hard work, Lin Yan was also motivated. As soon as the car stopped, Lin Yan tidied himself up and headed to the pit room for training.
They landed at five in the evening. By the time everything was settled, it was around seven in the evening. Unlike other previous Grand Prix events, the qualifying session for the Katara Grand Prix was scheduled for noon the next day, but the main race was at eight in the evening. The main race and qualifying session being held on the same day was a unique occurrence in MotoGP.