Lin Yan hadn't expected that in just two short hours, Lin Guoxiong would have received the news.
His efficiency was truly remarkable.
Seventy percent.
To be honest, this success rate was already considered very high in Lin Guoxiong's eyes.
If the head of the Ducati headquarters hadn't informed Lin Guoxiong that Lin Yan possessed considerable talent in racing,
Lin Guoxiong would absolutely not have agreed to Lin Yan participating in the Isle of Man race. But now, he hesitated.
The news from Ducati indicated that Lin Yan was the most talented Chinese driver they had ever encountered.
Truthfully, Lin Guoxiong initially couldn't believe that his unaccomplished son would be particularly gifted in this area.
Not until he saw the video of that race, even as an outsider, could he tell that Lin Yan's skill was far from ordinary.
He knew that this might be an opportunity for the Lin family.
If Lin Yan could win the Isle of Man championship,
then not only Lin Yan's fame but also his reputation would greatly improve, and Lin Yan's identity as the heir to the Lin family would naturally benefit the Lin Corporation.
However, the race was extremely dangerous, and Lin Yan was his biological son, and the sole heir of the Lin family.
As a father, he could see Lin Yan's dedication to this race, from Ducati headquarters to test drives at the training ground, to pushing himself to exhaustion during the race.
In fact, Lin Guoxiong was aware of every step Lin Yan took.
At this moment, he felt his son had grown up, no longer the rebellious brat who only knew how to indulge in pleasure and talk back.
This time, he took the gamble. If his son had such courage, why shouldn't he?
Lin Yan watched Lin Guoxiong opposite him, his head bowed in thought. He wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say. In any case, he had to participate in this race.
He also understood Lin Guoxiong's concerns. He was the sole heir of the Lin family, and his biological son. From any perspective,
he wouldn't easily agree to him participating in such a dangerous competition.
The atmosphere became quiet again.
After a while,
Lin Guoxiong finally spoke.
"Alright, I agree to your participation."
Upon hearing this, Lin Yan's heart finally settled.
After Lin Guoxiong agreed to his participation, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. Although he was a bit puzzled, he didn't overthink it.
"Okay, since you're back, don't leave tonight. Go up and spend some time with your mother. She's been missing you. Remember not to mention this to your mother, so as not to worry her."
"Ah... okay."
Actually, Lin Yan didn't want to stay here, because he was flying to the Isle of Man tomorrow.
Naturally, there were things to prepare.
But since Lin Guoxiong had spoken, he couldn't find a reason to refuse.
Lin Yan went upstairs.
Soon, he met Lin Yan's mother, a beautiful middle-aged woman named Fu Qingyun.
Lin Yan had already done his homework on these matters.
Fu Qingyun, like all mothers in the world, showered Lin Yan with concerned questions upon seeing him, asking if he had gained or lost weight.
It was the first time since his parents had passed away that he felt this sense of maternal love.
The family had a harmonious dinner. Lin Yan spoke very little during the meal, as he was not the Lin Yan of the past and didn't know the people in this family well.
If he said something wrong, it would be disastrous.
After dinner, Lin Yan asked a servant to find his room and lay down. He called Zhang Mingzhi to ensure everything was ready for tomorrow.
Zhang Mingzhi had already taken care of everything. They could depart by private jet early tomorrow morning.
After ensuring everything was in order, Lin Yan did a few sets of push-ups and some simple exercises on the floor.
He sweated it out, took a shower, and then lay on the bed to sleep.
...
Feng Yueying, who had returned home from work long ago, was lying on the bed in her cartoon pajamas, talking on the phone. Her two little feet were swinging back and forth, looking quite adorable.
"Yueyan, what happened to you today? Why didn't you come?"
Feng Yueying said to the person on the other end of the phone.
Upon hearing Feng Yueying's words,
a very pleasant and melodious voice came from the other end of the phone, seemingly with a hint of grievance.
"Don't even mention it. I originally wanted to go to the racetrack early today. But at a crossroads halfway there, I saw a young man riding a Kawasaki H2. Didn't you all say the H2 is very powerful? I wanted to race him to see."
"Whether I won or not, we both sped. Speeding is one thing, but I didn't even notice and foolishly challenged him."
"As a result, the police chased me for three blocks before I realized. I spent this afternoon at the traffic bureau paying fines."
"Three blocks... Hahaha!"
Feng Yingyue found what the other person said inexplicably amusing. Being chased for three blocks before realizing she had been speeding was simply hilarious.
"You're still laughing. I don't know the way! I'm not from Jingdu. Besides, the speed limit sign was placed so discreetly."
Gu Yueyan was a bit annoyed that her best friend was mocking her.
"Alright, alright, I won't laugh at you anymore. But let me tell you, since you weren't here today, I took your place. Let me tell you, the driver I met was incredibly handsome, even more so than celebrities on TV."
Seeing Gu Yueyan getting a little upset, Feng Yueying stopped laughing and continued,
"Really?"
Gu Yueyan didn't believe her.
"Yes, why would I lie to you? And he was incredibly skilled too. He even overtook Lunsi. I'm telling you, you really missed out by not seeing that scene."
"He even overtook Lunsi? Could he be a driver from another team?"
"No, at first I thought he was just a local driver. Later, I heard his identity was actually quite terrifying."
"Terrifying, really?"
"Yes, why would I lie to you? From second to last place.
He started and overtook 25 people consecutively to reach first place. You should have seen him when he was racing, so cool."
"He was just a bit aloof, and then... a bit weak..."
"A bit weak? What does that mean?"
Gu Yueyan was confused. What did "a bit weak" mean?
"It's just... oh, you know, that kind of thing."
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Thanks to "Laoxiang Kai Men" and "Shequ Song Wennuan" for the explosive updates and applause.
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