Soon, over a dozen traffic police in uniform emerged from those buildings, with more arriving on their motorcycles from outside.
One by one, Guobin 650s sped in from outside. As the numbers grew, Yang Hongliang began directing them to form ranks and wait.
Lin Yan and Vinarese sat on a pile of tires nearby, resting. Lin Yan was watching a live sports broadcast on his phone.
Vinarese, meanwhile, was scrolling through short videos. Lin Yan happened to glance over.
Good heavens, all the videos he was watching were of beautiful women.
An hour later, over a hundred people had assembled on the field.
Except for those on duty at important posts or patrolling remote areas, all the traffic police in the vicinity of this district had been gathered.
These traffic police, not having received prior notification, stood there somewhat bewildered.
After taking off his helmet, Lin Yan habitually put on his mask, so no one recognized him at this point.
Watching these people assemble and form ranks, Lin Yan noticed something interesting: the traffic policeman who had tried to issue him a ticket outside the Kawasaki 4S store was among them.
It made sense, of course; the Kawasaki 4S store was also under the jurisdiction of this district, so his presence here wasn't surprising.
Once everyone had assembled, Yang Hongliang informed them of the purpose of the day's gathering.
To train them?
The traffic police exchanged glances, wondering what the situation was with training them.
The monthly training session was still half a month away, so why were they training again?
Besides, their chief instructor wasn't even here. He was reportedly in Shanghai watching a competition and hadn't returned yet.
"You don't need to look around; the one training you today isn't your chief instructor, but someone invited from above. Most of you should know this person."
Yang Hongliang, unusually, decided to build some suspense.
The traffic police present ranged from their early twenties to their late forties. They stood quite neatly on the field in their fluorescent green uniforms, listening to Yang Hongliang's briefing.
With Yang Hongliang himself present at his level, they had a vague feeling that the person coming to train them was likely not ordinary.
We know him? And there's someone we know who can teach us?
"Well, it's this gentleman right here. His name is Lin Yan. Am I right? You should all know him."
Yang Hongliang stepped back, gesturing to Lin Yan behind him.
Lin Yan?
Could it be that Lin Yan, the Isle of Man champion?
"That's right, he is the one you're thinking of, the Isle of Man Grand Champion Lin Yan."
Although the traffic police dared not speak out loud, they were inwardly extremely shocked. Most of the traffic police present were motorcycle enthusiasts, and figures like the Isle of Man...
On the way to the mess hall, a young man in his early twenties, walking a short distance behind Lin Yan, spoke to the traffic police team members around him.
"Don't worry, it won't be like that. I feel like 'God Lin' is quite approachable."
An older brother, nearly forty, beside him offered words of encouragement, and others chimed in. Lin Yan did indeed seem quite approachable.
"But what if I get nervous?"
Even though everyone said that, the young man was still a bit nervous.
"What are you nervous about? Let me tell you, I even gave Lin Shen a ticket yesterday. I wasn't nervous at all then!"