In addition, there was a patrol team of fifteen people.
Opposite the main gate, across a road from Lin Yan, construction had begun on the club and academy.
Lin Yan had arranged with his master that the F1 cars would be transported to China the next day. The race was scheduled for noon and would be broadcast live. With his master's influence, this publicity stunt would be absolutely perfect.
However, his master wasn't helping Lin Yan with publicity for free. Lin Yan had conceded twenty percent of the profit on materials, but he knew he was still making a huge profit because not everyone could get Luo Xi to help.
With the influence of an international superstar, coupled with himself, the reputation of the Nian An racing circuit would likely be completely established.
Tomorrow, Nian An would become the number one racing circuit in Kyoto.
Entering the racing circuit, in the center of the track stood a large statue of the number twenty-seven, about thirty meters high. A simple number 27, designed and built by top domestic designers, looked magnificent.
Making a statue of his racing number in the center of the track might seem a bit arrogant, but Lin Yan felt it was just right. It was his racing circuit, and he could do whatever he pleased.
Even the race car Lin Yan had used to win at the Isle of Man, which had been damaged and then repaired, had been transported to the racing circuit. These were all iconic memorabilia.
Seeing that things were mostly settled, Lin Yan took out his phone and posted a message on social media.
A moment later, Lin Yan's phone started beeping.
On a social media platform.
"What the heck, is Lin Shen racing again? But what kind of racing circuit is this Ls Nian An Racing Circuit? I've never heard of it! Does anyone know where it is, can someone give me the location?"
"I don't know where this is either, I'll ask Baidu."
"The one upstairs, hurry up, we're waiting here."
"By the way, who is Lin Shen racing against this time? Why didn't he say? I don't remember any important races scheduled for this time."
"Who's watching the race, brother? We're all here specifically to see Lin Shen."
"Holy cow, holy cow, brothers, this is bad, this Nian An Racing Circuit seems to be owned by Lin Shen himself."
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Following Lin Yan's post, the nine-time champion Luo Xi also announced on international social media that he would have a race tomorrow, at the Ls Nian An International Racing Circuit in China.
Comparing the messages posted by the two, fans began to suspect that Lin Shen's opponent might be the nine-time champion.
Racing against a nine-time world champion, it sounded exciting. They had to buy tickets to watch.
Regardless, tomorrow, the name of this Ls Nian An International Racing Circuit would be completely established in China, and even internationally. If Lin Yan opened the spectator stands tomorrow, the crowd would likely be substantial.
After all, Luo Xi had never participated in a race since his retirement.
Su Mo Jin was attending classes in the villa, while Lin Yan was wandering around the track, worrying about where to find teachers for the club and academy. He couldn't possibly ask the drivers from the racing team to become teachers, could he? That was unlikely.
"Ring, ring."
Just then, Lin Yan's phone rang.
Zhang Mingzhi? Hadn't he just left?
Zhang Mingzhi had come to unload the cars that morning and returned to the base immediately after. Why was he calling again?
"Young master, Sun Tianhe might be in trouble."
When the call was connected, Zhang Mingzhi's tone was somewhat serious.
After Zhang Mingzhi returned to the base, Xiao K had found him to say that Sun Tianhe was missing. Zhang Mingzhi had immediately sent people to look for him, but they hadn't found him.
"Missing? When did this happen?"
"According to Xiao K, he hasn't returned for over a day, and his phone is unreachable."
"Okay, I understand."
Lin Yan hung up after speaking.
Could this kid really be in trouble?
Recalling the events of the day before yesterday, Lin Yan was actually a little worried about Sun Tianhe.
He waved his hand, signaling Li Wei to go and investigate.
After Li Wei left, Lin Yan changed into a racing suit and practiced on the track with a factory car.
After three laps, Li Wei handed the investigation results to Lin Yan.
When Lin Yan saw Zhou Xianyong's information, his eyes lit up. Here were the teachers for the club!
If he had known that the friend Sun Tianhe was helping was of this caliber, Lin Yan wouldn't have delayed helping him last time. What a talent!
However, Lin Yan found Zhou Xianyong's photo somewhat familiar; he seemed to have seen him somewhere before. Never mind, he would save the person first.
Zhou Xianyong had been taken away by the CEO of a company called Aoshi International. Sun Tianhe had also been taken away with him.
Lin Yan had saved this kid, and the other party had returned the next day. He was quite loyal, it seemed.
Aoshi International had a considerable reputation in the outside world. It was a sponsor of Chinese racing and had sponsored several Chinese racers.
It seemed that Zhou Xianyong's life experiences were not much different from Sun Tianhe's.
When his gaze swept to the end of the information, Lin Yan realized that Zhou Xianyong was the owner of that helmet shop they had visited before. He and Su Mo Jin had bought helmets there, which was why he looked so familiar.
He handed the information to Li Wei, leaving the matter to him. He didn't really care about Aoshi.
Getting back on the factory car, Lin Yan continued to practice lap times on the track.
A little over an hour later, a Rolls-Royce Phantom drove into the Ls Nian An International Racing Circuit.
Zhou Xianyong and Sun Tianhe sat in the car. Both had sustained some injuries, but they had been temporarily treated. There were no major injuries, but quite a few superficial ones.
Sitting in the back seat of the car, after listening to his brother's words, Zhou Xianyong felt relieved. He had finally escaped danger. He still had some talent, and the mysterious boss Sun Tianhe mentioned would probably keep him.
His gaze inadvertently drifted out the window, and Zhou Xianyong wanted to see where they were.
However, when he saw the six factory cars at the entrance of the Nian An Racing Circuit, his body trembled. As a racer who had almost reached the international top-tier events, Zhou Xianyong naturally knew what these were.
MotoGP factory cars, six of them, displayed at the entrance. He gasped.
Immediately, he saw their car drive into the racing circuit.
Ls Nian An International Racing Circuit. What kind of racing circuit was this? When he saw the name of the racing circuit, Zhou Xianyong was puzzled. He had never heard of this racing circuit.
Good heavens, how imposing.
Upon entering, the grandeur of the racing circuit's interior shocked Zhou Xianyong. Although he had been in business for the latter half of his life, he had still been involved in racing for half his life and was quite experienced.
When did such a magnificent racing circuit open in Kyoto? The spectator stands, the track, wait, the number in the middle...