Such a significant event required the presence of relatives and friends from both sides. If it were handled too simply, it would be a loss of face.
Even if it wasn't advertised to the entire world, it couldn't be a mundane affair.
Lin Yan made up his mind. The wedding could be low-key, but it absolutely couldn't be bland.
Speaking of which, should he prepare a birthday gift for his wife? Lin Yan recalled that his wife's birthday was just a few days away.
"What's wrong?"
Seeing Lin Yan zoning out, Su Mojin tilted her head and looked at him.
"Nothing."
Lin Yan pulled Su Mojin into his arms. He wasn't planning to tell her about the gift just yet.
A birthday gift was something that should be a surprise; telling the recipient beforehand wouldn't be much of a surprise.
"Husband, let's go down and watch them train."
After sitting for a while, Su Mojin stood up and stretched. She suddenly became interested in the race cars below.
Her husband wouldn't teach her, but she could learn by herself! By watching more, she didn't believe she couldn't learn it.
The two of them went down to the racetrack. The afternoon training had already begun. Besides the usual participants, a newcomer had joined today.
Jiang Qimo had returned to training after his surgery. Although not fully recovered, it was enough for the physical training that didn't involve being on the track.
Several small-displacement race cars were speeding on the track, with Zhou Xianyong watching from the side.
Lin Yan and Su Mojin did not disturb the track staff and instead sat down in a corner of the spectator stands.
"Husband, don't you think they look cool when they corner?"
"What? Am I not cool!"
Hearing Su Mojin say that, Lin Yan immediately became a little displeased. Did that mean he didn't look cool when cornering?
"You're cool! You're even cooler!"
Su Mojin smiled and kissed Lin Yan on the cheek. Only then did Lin Yan wear a "that's more like it" expression.
Him not looking cool when cornering? That was a joke. On this point, Lin Yan was a little overconfident, no, just confident.
Su Mojin rested her chin on her hand, watching the trainees, while Lin Yan lay back in his chair, accompanying her.
Suddenly, within Lin Yan's line of sight, Matt pushed Lance out of the adjacent office building. Lance, who had undergone surgery, was staying in that building.
Matt pushed Lance past the spectator stands. Upon seeing Lin Yan, Lance asked Matt to push the wheelchair over.
Matt pushed the wheelchair to Lin Yan's side. Lin Yan turned his head to glance at them and said,
"What, can't sit still?"
"You could say that."
The wheelchair stopped, and Lance nodded. He found it a bit unaccustomed to being idle after a life of long-term discipline.
"Do the doctors say there's any hope for your leg?"
Lin Yan glanced at Lance's injured leg, which was wrapped in bandages, making it impossible to assess the situation.
"There's hope, and there's no hope. The injury this time was too severe, a comminuted fracture. The doctors said that after it's fully healed, normal life and walking will be fine, but I won't be as agile as before. I'll probably just be at the tail end if I race."
Lance said calmly. Although his outward appearance was calm, his inner feelings were the opposite.
He wasn't young anymore, a few years older than Lin Yan. If he had to rest for another year, he probably wouldn't have much competitiveness left.
He was also considering whether to retire and end his professional career.
As the other person spoke, Lin Yan's gaze, which had shifted away, returned to Lance's leg. Lance's right leg was injured, along with his ankle. Such a condition would indeed affect his racing, particularly his control of the rear brakes.
"Haven't you considered a different braking method?"
Lin Yan said lightly.
A different braking method? Lance turned his head to look at Lin Yan.
He had never imagined that he could speak so calmly with this person before. Having let go of his past grievances, he found Lin Yan to be a truly easygoing person, unlike the bosses and investors he had met. He seemed like a capitalist, but not entirely so. Having witnessed the true nature of the Song family, he now felt that people like Lin Yan were actually quite good.
"Forget it. I know what method you're talking about, but my talent is too far off compared to that person."
Lance shook his head and continued.
"Give me a year. If I really can't do it after racing for another year, then I'll retire and help you teach them. Of course, I'll try to teach them in the meantime."
Lance couldn't bring himself to willingly give up his professional career. He was unwilling to accept it. Even if the days ahead would be terrible, he wanted to see it through to the end.
"Alright."
Lin Yan didn't refuse. Although Lance had been somewhat annoying before, overall, he was alright. He could understand the feelings of a professional racer retiring due to injury. Moreover, in this way, he might even profit.
Setting aside the aspect of winning people over, Lance's market value was five and a half million Euros, but Lin Yan's contract offered him a salary of only three million Euros. Theoretically, Lin Yan was indeed making a profit.
"Thank you!"
Lance expressed his sincere gratitude.
"Let's change the topic. Tell me your thoughts on these newcomers below."
Lin Yan turned his gaze to the few people on the track below. These young drivers could be considered newcomers.
Upon hearing this, Lance scanned Jiang Qiyan and the others.
"Average."
After a long pause, Lance spoke.
"Average" was actually him holding back out of respect for Lin Yan. In his opinion, apart from that woman, the skill level of the others could be described as poor.
"You don't need to hold back. I know their capabilities better than you do."
Lin Yan saw through Lance's words. These people were considered relatively talented among Chinese drivers, but compared to MotoGP riders, they were far behind.
"Are you confident in training them to reach Moto3?"
"Except for that woman, I'm not confident about the others. And even for that woman, you should know that she won't go far."
After thinking for a moment, Lance replied. The promotion difficulty in MotoGP was very high. Once in Moto3, advancing to Moto2 was extremely difficult. This woman's talent could only support her to Moto3, not further up.
"That's the same as my thoughts. But currently, I haven't met any male drivers who impress me."
"Lin, if you taught them, you might be a bit better than me."
"It's useless. At our level, the things you and I teach them won't differ much. Talent has already determined ninety percent of it."
Su Mojin was watching the drivers train, while Lin Yan and Lance chatted intermittently.
A brief conversation like this was enough to completely win over Lance.
It was hard to imagine that the two individuals who were previously adversaries could now sit and chat so calmly.
"Husband, look at the entrance over there. Something seems to have happened."