Emerging from his thoughts, Lin Yan looked down at Su Mojin, who was nestled in his arms, his gaze instantly softening.
About half an hour later, Lin Yan's phone rang again. This time, it wasn't Li Wei calling, but Zhang Mingzhi.
"Young Master, everything has been handled according to your instructions."
Zhang Mingzhi's tone on the other end of the line was exceptionally serious. In all the time he had known the Young Master, this was the first time he had heard him lose his temper.
With the matter settled, Lin Yan didn't bother to ask Zhang Mingzhi how he had done it, but he knew that from this day forward, there would be no more Tengfei racing team in the capital.
"What do you think of this year's endurance race?"
Endurance race? Why was the Young Master suddenly asking about this? The shift was too abrupt, and Zhang Mingzhi almost couldn't keep up.
Could it be that the Young Master intended to participate in the endurance race? Zhang Mingzhi, who understood the purpose of endurance races, quickly guessed the general idea.
"Young Master, are you referring to the upcoming eight-hour endurance race?"
"Mm, yes."
In a few days, the domestic eight-hour endurance race would be held. Coincidentally, the race was scheduled to take place shortly after Lin Yan's birthday, which sparked his idea of participating.
By then, after some training and participating in this race, Lin Yan would then enter the next...
A twenty-four-hour endurance race meant that drivers had to ride modified production cars on the track for twenty-four hours. Of course, it wouldn't be a single driver, but two drivers alternating, each running for an hour.
After completing an hour, they could rest for a while until the second driver finished their stint before going back on.
However, while the drivers could rest, the cars could not. The cars participating in endurance races were almost constantly running, so endurance races tested both people and machines.
The eight-hour endurance race was simply a shortened version of the twenty-four-hour endurance race.
With the time reduced, the difficulty was also significantly lowered.
"Reserve a spot for me then."
After much deliberation, Lin Yan decided to participate in this race. This method was much faster than regular training for rapidly improving his physical fitness in a short period.
Zhang Mingzhi naturally did not dare to refuse, nor did he have any reason to. Lin Yan's willingness to participate in such a race was a good thing for their team.
"Who was the last person who kept the spot?"
"Ren Fei."
Lin Yan was not surprised by this answer.
After hanging up the phone, Lin Yan and Su Mojin stayed outside for a while longer before preparing to return. It was summer, and even staying in the shade of the trees, it would become incredibly hot after a prolonged period.
While Lin Yan's matters were resolved, the man in the green leather suit at the hospital was not having such a good time.
Having just undergone a horrific disinfection and bandaging process, the man in the green leather suit lay on the hospital bed with a look of utter despair. His face was now completely wrapped in bandages, and judging by his head alone, he resembled an ancient mummy.
His entire head was tightly covered, with only two small holes revealing his eyes. He was currently using his hand to fish his phone out of his pants. Seeing this, the person who had brought him to the hospital was about to help, but he pushed them away.
"I'm not disabled, you don't need to help me."
The man in the green leather suit pushed the other person away, but because he pushed with too much force, the right side of his face accidentally brushed against the nearby pillow.
The pain made the man in the green leather suit yelp, and he sat up abruptly from the bed. He now deeply resented Yang Tianming, who had beaten him, for causing him such immense suffering.
After pulling his phone out of his pocket, he was about to call their chief mechanic to see if they had avenged him when his phone screen suddenly popped up with a voice call request from his father.
Huh? Shouldn't his father be at the company at this time? Why would he suddenly call him? Without much hesitation, he pressed the answer button.
"Dad, I had people beat..."
As soon as the call connected, the man in the green leather suit was about to start crying to his father, but halfway through his emotional buildup, he heard a barrage of scolding from the other end.
"You brat, who the hell did you offend? Hurry up and apologize to them. Damn it, are you trying to get your old man killed?"
The voice from the other end of the phone startled the man in the green leather suit.
"What's wrong, Dad... I... I didn't offend anyone?"
The man in the green leather suit still hadn't figured out what was going on.
"Didn't offend anyone? My company is about to go bankrupt, and you're still playing games with me? Do you believe I'll hit you?"
Hearing this, the man in the green leather suit instinctively touched the bandages on his face. The piercing pain made him think that if he got hit again, he might be crippled.