Although Zhou Xianyong was breathing heavily, the excitement in his eyes was still hard to conceal.
By becoming Lin Yan's subordinate, he no longer had to worry about being chased by those people.
Lin Yan walked out of the garage. Zhou Xianyong's skills and awareness were both excellent, and handing over the early trainee training to him should be no problem. Now Lin Yan was worrying about a new issue: what to name the academy.
After the competition tomorrow, Lin Yan planned to start recruiting students. He now had a new ambition: besides winning championships himself, he also wanted more Chinese people and Chinese drivers to stand on the international stage and compete for world championships. This ambition was quite grand.
But for now… what should the academy be called? He couldn't possibly call it "Academy 27 Racing," could he?
Never mind, he wouldn't think about it for now.
In the afternoon, Lin Yan took Su Mojin out to have dinner with his master and the others. Luo Xi and Alvin had a great time in Kyoto these past two days, and they were now very fond of Kyoto, a city of culture.
At the dinner table, the bearded foreigner kept talking about Chinese cuisine, dishes, and scenic spots.
"Hey, Lin, I have some good news for you. The cars will be shipped to China this afternoon. Those are two performance monsters."
After discussing the scenery, the bearded foreigner leaned mysteriously towards Lin Yan and said.
"They'll be shipped this afternoon? That fast?"
Lin Yan thought it would be tomorrow, but he didn't expect them to arrive this afternoon. The efficiency was good.
Seeing his master nod, Lin Yan was sure that the cars had indeed arrived on Chinese soil.
What Luo Xi obtained were two F1 cars from a certain "Niu." Yes, this "Niu" is the one you're thinking of.
However, they weren't the latest models, but from the year before last. Lin Yan was already very satisfied to be able to get models from the year before last.
After a simple meal, Lin Yan called people to transport the F1 cars to the LS Nian'an International Circuit. After dinner, they also headed to the LS Nian'an International Circuit.
The two F1 cars were towed into the garage by a trailer, startling the technicians present.
The low-slung body, the ultra-wide four tires.
Both cars were the same. Lin Yan casually chose one and, as master and disciple, settled the accounts by transferring the money to his master.
Barring any surprises, this would be the only F1 car of such a recent year in China.
In the garage, Lin Yan touched this V6, 1.6T super beast. The car had already been painted with a Chinese red livery, and the car bore Lin Yan's identification number, 27.
Don't be fooled by the small displacement; this car had nearly a thousand horsepower and could reach speeds of over 400 kilometers per hour, a true horsepower fiend.
Lin Yan had driven one of these in his previous life. The engine's idle speed could reach five thousand revolutions, which was outrageous.
"Kid, interested in a race first?"
Seeing Lin Yan admiring his race car, Luo Xi leaned over and said with a smile.
Lin Yan shook his head. Today he wanted to test drive and familiarize himself with the car to prepare for tomorrow's competition.
In the afternoon, Sun Tianhe, Zhou Xianyong, Zhang Mingzhi, Venarese, and Ren Fei all came to the Nian'an Circuit to join the fun and watch Lin Yan drive the F1 car.
Upon seeing Luo Xi, Ren Fei and Venarese were startled, as was Zhang Mingzhi. Although Zhang Mingzhi and the others had been mentally prepared due to yesterday's news, they were still greatly shocked when the nine-time champion appeared before them.
They couldn't figure out how their young master had gotten involved with this person.
Luo Xi smiled knowingly at everyone's reaction. Lin Yan's talent was so great that it was not surprising he wanted to befriend him.
For this car, Lin Yan had also, through Luo Xi's connections, hired a professional F1 racing technician team.
Seeing Lin Yan put on his racing suit and prepare to test the car, Ren Fei also became interested. He wanted to see which was faster, the factory car or this F1.
Mounting the GP22, Ren Fei wanted to race against Lin Yan.
Although he knew the outcome, Lin Yan still agreed to Ren Fei's request.
Running alone was a bit boring, and it was quite interesting to humiliate this kid occasionally.
"Brother Yong, who do you think will win, Ren Fei or the boss?"
"I'm not sure, but I guess the boss will win."
Hearing Sun Tianhe and Zhou Xianyong's discussion, Venarese realized that there was a newcomer here.
"What are you guys talking about?"
"Mentor, we..."
Hearing their words, Venarese revealed a profound smile.
"This! Naturally, Lin will win. Although motorcycles are fast, their structures are different. In principle, motorcycles cannot compete with F1 on the track."
Venarese spoke eloquently and calmly.
As for the reason, Venarese kept it a secret and didn't tell them.
"Tianhe, aren't you going to introduce them?"
...
The red flag waved on the track, and the two started their cars simultaneously. Ren Fei executed a standard launch, the front of the car lifting, accelerating rapidly. The GP22 directly overtook Lin Yan's F1 at the start.
On the main straight before the start line, the two cars accelerated madly.
Ren Fei's factory car, with its terrifying acceleration, reached the corner first, while Lin Yan fell behind due to the slower start of four wheels.
However, despite the factory car's quick start, it was at a disadvantage in the first corner against a genuine F1 car.
The reason was simple: the braking distance of four wheels was much shorter than that of two wheels. This was the issue with the car's structure that Venarese had mentioned. Motorcycles had to consider whether the rear wheel would lift or the chassis would shake too much, but F1 cars didn't have to. The stability of four wheels was much stronger than two, and the braking limit was higher.
When there were still two hundred meters to the apex of the corner, Ren Fei began to brake, applying maximum force, causing the rear wheel to lift slightly off the ground.
But Lin Yan's car was even more terrifying, flying past Ren Fei.
The braking distance was more than three times shorter than Ren Fei's. Lin Yan's braking distance was about fifty meters.
Moreover, Lin Yan wasn't braking late; it was just a very ordinary brake.
"Good heavens, the braking and grip of these four wheels are excellent!"
Seeing this, Sun Tianhe finally understood what was going on. Not only the braking, but the tire grip was also vastly different.
Ren Fei's speed at the corner apex was 156 km/h, while Lin Yan's cornering speed was 216 km/h. The gap was enormous.
The result was clear.
Motorcycles were slightly stronger on the straights, but they would be completely dominated in the corners.
While Lin Yan and Ren Fei were competing, a major event occurred in the Song family.
Song Yi removed Song Botao's position in the company and confiscated all of Song Botao's communication devices.
The news of Song Botao's dismissal was directly posted on the company's official website, visible to both internal and external personnel. Although it had no substantive effect, it was a resounding slap in the face.
The Song family suffered heavy losses throughout the morning. They could barely cope with the Lin family alone, but the Wei family also entered the fray this morning.