With Jiang Qiyan's current strength, once she entered this level of competition, she would basically be crushed, and moreover, crushed by riders younger than her. At least half of the riders in the WSBK 300cc category are younger than Jiang Qiyan, which is also why Lin Yan said she started too late.
As for why he let Jiang Qiyan participate, it was inspired by a woman he met while participating in the Junior Talent Cup. This woman had been trying to sign Jiang Qiyan, which was naturally impossible for Lin Yan. Currently, with only these few decent riders, if you poach one, will I still make money?
In fact, Lin Yan has already lost tens of billions at least. Making money? It will be difficult to recoup the investment in a short period of time, but this kind of thing is about long-term planning, and early investment is secondary.
What he hopes is that after he retires, there will still be people to take over his mantle. Ren Fei is a once-in-a-century genius racer, comparable to the first person in China to reach the top-tier competitions. If Lin Yan does nothing, and they retire, it will be difficult for another rider to reach that position in the future, and they can only wait for the next genius with a family background and money to emerge.
The woman wanted to take Jiang Qiyan to participate in lower-category races, and it was precisely this point that made Lin Yan feel that putting Jiang Qiyan in WSBK was the best option, rather than putting her in.
The pit box was very large, filled with tools and various motorcycle parts. Matt, dressed in a mechanic's work uniform, was personally lying under the central stand, repairing a motorcycle. Black gasoline dripped onto his clothes from time to time.
The other party had not yet noticed his arrival. Lin Yan stood to the side, observing the former chief technician of a satellite team. Hmm... he had gained quite a bit of weight, it seemed he was doing well here. Matt, who was over 1.7 meters tall and nearing fifty, had been quite gaunt when Lin Yan first met him, but now it was obvious he had put on considerable weight.
"Yo, boss, what brings you here?"
As if catching a glimpse of Lin Yan from the corner of his eye, Matt quickly crawled out from under the vehicle.
"It's nothing, I just came to take a look. You carry on."
Seeing Matt preparing to take off his dirty work uniform, Lin Yan gestured for Matt, indicating that he was just there to take a look and would leave soon.
Upon seeing this, Matt withdrew his hand that was about to remove his jacket. However, he did not crawl back under the vehicle. Instead, he stood by the motorcycle and replaced the outer fender.
"How are you settling in here?"
Lin Yan bent down and leaned closer to speak, startling Matt, who quickly shifted his body, fearing that the greasy gasoline on him might stain his boss.
"Very good, it feels like home here."
Matt had learned some Chinese here, but the way he said it made Lin Yan find it rather awkward.
"Prepare a few vehicles for me, I'll need them later."