Ducati wanting to withdraw, a consequence that even the old man would find unbearable, yet this man before him brought it up so easily. Did he not want to make money?
Participating in the race meant gaining recognition, and recognition for these brands equaled money. Why else would these car manufacturers participate in races if not for publicity and profit? However, the race organizers also earned money from ticket sales and broadcasting. It was a mutually beneficial situation. If Ducati truly withdrew, ticket sales would drop by at least one-seventh. Do not underestimate such a small proportion; it represented a substantial amount of money. If this money disappeared, the race shareholders would surely be furious.
Top-tier races were rare, and there were only a few that offered significant publicity. Therefore, Quinn had never expected Lin Yan to directly propose withdrawing from the 24-hour endurance race.
In an instant, he began to panic.
Watching Lin Yan turn and walk away, Quinn seriously suspected that this Eastern man was not joking.
"Lin Shen, please wait a moment. I need to contact my superior immediately."
"There's no need to contact anyone. I've already made my decision. I don't need the publicity from your race."
Lin Yan didn't lack money; he could simply spend his own to advertise.
Quinn, holding his phone in one hand and desperately grabbing Lin Yan's arm with the other, prevented him from leaving.
Lin Yan hadn't intended to leave in the first place. He wanted to see what that old man's issue was, to understand why he had such strong negative feelings towards them for no apparent reason.
Soon, notified by Quinn's phone call, the race's general manager, the old man, rushed to the scene.
The old man was around fifty years old, nearing retirement age, with a head full of white hair and unsteady legs. However, upon hearing Quinn's words, his legs seemed to sprout turbochargers as he sped to the location.
"I heard Ducati wants to withdraw from the race."
As soon as he entered, the old man said with disbelief.
Inside, Quinn nodded grimly.
At this moment, Lin Yan also saw the old man. Simultaneously, the old man saw him. Their eyes met. Upon seeing Lin Yan, the old man let out a cold snort and turned his head away, clearly displeased.
Oh, how arrogant.
Lin Yan didn't offer him any pleasantries either. He immediately slammed the door and prepared to leave. "I'm done playing. You guys can play by yourselves."
He had originally planned to stay and hear what the old man had to say, but seeing his arrogance, he genuinely saw no reason to linger.
"He's the one who said he wants to withdraw. We can't let him!"
Lin Yan strode towards the door, but Quinn, with lightning speed, intercepted him again.
"Lin Shen, please give us a chance."
Quinn was getting anxious, unsure why things had escalated to this point.
"Quinn, don't stop him. Let him go. A mere Ducati, what can they do to me?"
The old man snorted disdainfully. He had been anxious initially, but upon careful consideration, he realized that the withdrawal wasn't his problem. He decided to ignore it, confident that this young man would eventually come back to him.
Or perhaps, when his sworn enemy was presented before him, the old man had lost all reason.
Lin Yan let out a cold snort, sidestepped Quinn, and slammed the door as he left.
With Lin Yan gone, Quinn was truly desperate. While the endurance race was profitable, the other party clearly wasn't lacking money. Given Lin Shen's background, he could afford to lose the entire brand and still be fine; he could afford it completely!
He would likely not return after this departure.
Walking down the corridor, Lin Yan pondered, unable to comprehend why the old man harbored such intense anger towards him. Even if he had been thrown off a Ducati bike in his youth, it shouldn't warrant such a reaction.
It was as if he had a deep-seated hatred, like a father's killer.
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"No, this matter is too serious. I must report it to the shareholders."
After Lin Yan left the room, Quinn said, picking up his phone to make a call. If Ducati truly withdrew from the race, these shareholders would go mad.
The old man sat nearby, making no move to stop him. Besides, stopping him now would be useless. He knew Quinn would definitely make the call.
Soon, the call was connected. Upon hearing Quinn's words, a shareholder on the other end became furious. Losing nearly hundreds of millions in revenue annually was enough to make anyone angry. He immediately instructed Quinn to hand the phone to the old man.
Quinn expressionlessly handed the phone to the old man. He understood that with such a colossal miscalculation, this man would likely no longer be the general manager tomorrow.
The old man took the phone. Before he could speak, the scolding from the other end of the line erupted. By now, Quinn had already rushed out of the room to find Lin Yan. With the approval of the major shareholder, they were determined to keep Lin Yan this time.
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On the track, that disgusting tactic continued. As long as Ren Fei couldn't overtake his opponent, the opponent would deliberately slow Ren Fei down at almost every corner, causing Ren Fei a lot of trouble.
In the pit lane, both the spectators and Zhang Mingzhi were cursing in anger, extremely displeased with Suzuki's cheating behavior.
Not only were they cursing from these two locations, but even the person in charge of Suzuki's pit lane was scolding them, continuously instructing his subordinates to signal their driver to stop. Such behavior was severely damaging their fan base. However, the drawback of racing at night was now evident: it was difficult for drivers to see the signal boards clearly at night, even with powerful lights. Therefore, the Suzuki driver had not yet received the team's instructions and was acting solely on the orders of the team manager's assistant.
As for the team manager's assistant, he stood by, observing coldly. He harbored a question: why wasn't the race organizer penalizing them? It was rather strange.
Before Lin Yan could return to the pit lane, as he went back to the first-floor lobby, Quinn caught up with them. Quinn had rushed down the stairs and was panting. After catching up to Lin Yan, he directly blocked his path. Fearing that Lin Yan might escape, he even instructed the security guards at the door to close the entrance.
Lin Yan looked at the returning Quinn and let out a cold laugh. What was this? Wasn't he quite arrogant just moments ago?
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