After dealing with these matters, the chairman of the largest company in France opened his phone and had a video conference with the other directors.
The video conference was about the platform Lin Yan had mentioned earlier. Quinn relayed the specific details of Lin Yan's proposal to him. After careful consideration, he found it feasible. They had already been considering replacing their current platform, but had been unable to do so due to an early contract and a lack of suitable alternatives. Lin Yan's proposal had now solved their urgent problem.
However, while he and the other shareholders were discussing this late into the night, he received new information from Quinn.
"A joke, they want to imitate the Lin family's methods. Do they really think I'm afraid of them? And do they even have the qualifications?"
Hearing Quinn's words, the director became furious. Suzuki dared to threaten them by withdrawing from the competition.
"Then what do you think we should do?"
"Pay them no mind. Let them withdraw. Hmph, it's not that I'm underestimating them, but they don't have that right."
The director said dismissively and turned to tell Quinn to leave.
The other directors in the video call had clearly heard Quinn's report, but like the director in the office building, they paid it no attention.
They might fear Lin Yan, but that didn't mean they feared that old man Suzuki.
If the heir of the Lin family got angry and said Ducati would withdraw, they would believe it. But if Suzuki were to withdraw, they wouldn't believe it even with a hundred chances. Not only was it questionable whether Suzuki's senior management could make such a decision, but there were very few people in Suzuki's headquarters who could issue such an order. In such a short period, there wouldn't even be enough time to convene a shareholder meeting. It was impossible for them to truly withdraw from a top-tier competition; it was most likely a bluff.
"Everyone, what are your thoughts on this platform?"
Not taking the matter to heart, the director spoke to the other shareholders in the video.
"I think it's feasible, but how should the profits be distributed? This is a project worth nearly billions of Euros annually."
An old man in the video said.
"Heh, Old Man Zha, you're mistaken. If this collaboration is with the platform of this Chinese 'Lin Shen,' the profits could exceed tens of billions of Euros annually."
Another man in the video proposed.
Upon hearing this, the director in the racing office building nodded. Although more than half of it would be taxed, and the remaining half would be divided among multiple parties, even so, it was a substantial profit that was hard to resist.
"In that case, we will consolidate our opinions tonight. After the race ends tomorrow, I will personally lead with sincerity to negotiate with the Chinese 'Lin Shen'."
The shareholders in the video all nodded, indicating they had no objections.
After a brief confirmation, both parties decided that after deducting taxes, the remaining half would be split four-six. Forty percent of the net profit would be given to the platform. This profit share was astonishingly high, considering the previous platform only received fifteen percent. All of this was due to the value of Lin Yan's platform and his influence in China. With Lin Yan's personal influence in China, the viewership ratings for the competition and related product activities would likely increase significantly.
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Inside the Ducati pit, the night outside was deep, but the pit was brightly lit.
Lin Yan lay on a chair resting, with Su Mojin sitting beside him. They were whispering to each other. Lin Yan no longer needed to handle the race matters; Lun Si had volunteered to handle the remaining races, and Lin Yan did not refuse.
Given the current situation on the track, Lun Si's participation was no different from his own.
"Wife, your massage is so comfortable, it feels like it's reaching my soul."
Changing his position, Lin Yan closed his eyes and leaned his head on Su Mojin's lap, inhaling her scent and feeling the strength of his wife's delicate hands. It was incredibly comfortable.
Hearing this, Su Mojin, whose hands were massaging Lin Yan's head, blushed. She raised her head and glanced around the room. Seeing that no one was listening, she leaned down slightly and whispered into Lin Yan's ear, her breath like orchid fragrance,
"If you like it, I'll massage you every day."
Hearing this, Lin Yan's eyes snapped open. Given Su Mojin's submissive nature, Lin Yan would definitely believe her words, but he certainly wouldn't let her work so hard.
He sat up from Su Mojin's lap and pulled her into his arms, a playful smile on his face.
"You don't have to massage me every day, just at night."
"What are you talking about? There are still so many people here."
"Wife, have you been feeling unwell recently?"
"Unwell? No, I haven't felt unwell."
Su Mojin was confused. Why was Brother Yan suddenly asking this?
Hearing this, Lin Yan, who had just sat up, scratched his head. His head was a little itchy from Su Mojin's massage. He didn't want to rush things, but his mother was urging him.
"Brother Yan, you're not asking about that, are you?"
Soon, Su Mojin realized what Lin Yan meant by his question. Although they were an old married couple and there was no shame, a faint blush still appeared on her face.
"It should be soon. I went to the pharmacy a few days ago to get some tonic. It should be helpful," Su Mojin said softly. She hadn't intended to tell Lin Yan about secretly buying medicine, but since he was so anxious now, she had no choice but to appease him with this.
Tonic? Lin Yan was stunned. He didn't know Su Mojin had gone to buy medicine. Hearing that Su Mojin had even bought medicine to take, Lin Yan felt a pang of guilt, feeling like he wasn't human. He was still so young, why was he in such a hurry?
"Wife, you're not allowed to take the medicine anymore. It's all my fault for bringing this up. Medicine has a three-part toxicity. We're not in a hurry."
Lin Yan rubbed Su Mojin's arm with the hand he had placed on her, applying a little more pressure and pulling her closer.
"Why not? The doctor said it's a tonic with no side effects. In fact, it increases the chances of pregnancy and nourishes the body."
"Don't worry about it. If I say you can't take it, you can't take it. Throw it away tomorrow."
"Mmm... okay."
Hearing Su Mojin agree, Lin Yan's face showed a hint of a smile. He knew his wife too well; as long as he was a bit domineering, she would definitely listen to him.
Medicine has a three-part toxicity; Lin Yan understood this very well. Even for supplements, the ones that truly nourished the body were often not medicine.
"Young Master, I heard you want Lun Si to participate in the East Asia leg?"
Just as Su Mojin and Lin Yan were in a tender moment, Zhang Mingzhi unseasonably approached them.
"Yes, I forgot to inform you about this. Remember to prepare a racing car for him, a new model. As for his identity, let him compete as a wildcard."