Lin Yan was immediately informed.
This track is small and compact, suitable for practicing continuous turns, and accidents often occur. Therefore, Zhou Xianyong always controls the number of drivers on the track. With the safety measures here, crashing will not be dangerous, at most a minor fracture, but he is afraid that too many people will cause a pile-up.
Regarding the track, as long as there are buffer zones, there are no major issues. The only concern is being hit by cars in the pack behind the driver.
"Hmm, are they training diligently?"
Lin Yan nodded to Zhou Xianyong and asked. Although he knew the question was redundant, Lin Yan instinctively intended to supervise.
"Diligently, boss. I have to limit their training hours every day, otherwise I'm afraid they'll have mental breakdowns."
At this point, Zhou Xianyong also sighed. Once they enter the top league, they will have these kinds of reactions. Before participating in such competitions, they felt their skills were adequate, but upon reaching the top, they realized they were at the bottom. Their fighting spirit, however, was stronger than ever.
Without desperate effort, there is no way out. The path of a top professional driver is dazzling, but also cruel and bloody.
Upon hearing this, Lin Yan nodded and asked no further questions, standing there watching them for a while. In five months, the team's overall strength had improved significantly compared to when it was first established. Jiang Qiyan was now at a mid-tier level in the WSBK 300 category, while Jiang Qimo was at a mid-to-upper tier, even stronger than his sister. This was somewhat unexpected for Lin Yan, though it might be due to male talent or genuine learning over these months.
As for Yan Xiaoqiang and the others, they were similar to Jiang Qimo. The former two had better talent, and in five months, they had also hovered around the mid-to-upper tier. Zhang Ningyu had even achieved the team's best result so far.
After giving a few instructions, Lin Yan turned and entered the pit, changed into a leather suit, and went onto the track.
Over the past five months, the GP22 had undergone countless upgrades and improvements. The R&D funds invested had even exceeded the total revenue from Ducati's global sales for two years.
It was true that racing cars were a drain on finances.
The reason for this was naturally that Lin Guoxiong had invested a large sum of money. With the Song and Wei families ruined, their Lin family's industries had to be consolidated. They were exchanging money for reputation. For this Laureus World Sports Award for Sportsman of the Year, Lin Guoxiong was betting all his chips on his son.
He had to take a gamble on this highest award in the sports world, which no one in China, or even the entire East, had ever touched. Moreover, they could afford to gamble.
On the vast Nian'an International Circuit, Lin Yan drove the GP22, smoothly speeding along the track. After more than half a month without training, he even felt a sense of unfamiliarity with the track. This lack of car feel was not a good sign, and he realized he needed to practice more.
Swiftly navigating through several turns, Lin Yan practiced techniques such as heavy braking and consecutive turns, achieving exceptional lap times.
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After completing three consecutive high-paced turns, Lin Yan stopped the car at the pit. He had completed thirty laps, and his lap times had improved slightly, but this improvement was not due to him becoming faster, but rather the car becoming faster.
Lin Yan gently caressed the GP22. The power of money was truly terrifying. Although the GP22 was very fast in a straight line, its overall performance was definitely inferior to the RC213V. Now, with the added financial investment, Lin Yan felt that this car was almost on par with the RC213V, or even faster.
Two years of revenue; his cheap father was truly willing to spend big.
The combined revenue for two years was likely over ten billion. Lin Yan heard that the R&D department had even poached several F1 engine consultants.
After changing back into his leather suit and wiping off the sweat, Lin Yan tidied himself up and returned to the villa. At noon, Aunt Yun had already prepared the meal. As Lin Yan entered, Su Mojin was sitting on the sofa feeding Lin Yuning.
The little one was only quiet when being fed. Lin Yan could not have imagined that a newborn baby could be so mischievous.
The two little ones got hungry earlier than adults, so Su Mojin had to feed them before she could eat.
"You don't need to go to the race the day after tomorrow."
At the dinner table, Lin Yan picked up a piece of food for Su Mojin with his chopsticks and said softly.
"Huh? Why shouldn't I go? I've recovered. No, I must go. I have to witness such an important occasion."
Hearing Lin Yan's words, the little girl pouted. It was her husband's most important race of the year, and she had to be there.
"You're still in your confinement period and have to travel long distances. Aren't you afraid of the hardship?"
Lin Yan seemed to have expected this and continued to ask.
"What's there to be afraid of? Besides, we're traveling by private jet, so it's not a long journey. It's much more comfortable than traveling by car."
Su Mojin was telling the truth. She came from a poor family and had even worked in vegetable fields as a child. Was traveling by a luxurious plane considered hardship? Was she being treated like a delicate little princess? However, she also knew that this was Lin Yan showing his concern for her.
"Alright, then let's bring Yu'an and Yuning along this time."
Lin Yan did not refuse. He understood his wife's temperament very well. She usually didn't make demands, but when she did, she was determined. The idea of her staying home to rest during her confinement was impossible, so he had to agree.
A few days ago, Lin Yan saw a video online. It was a skit filmed by a couple. The wife wanted to buy two mobile phones, and although the husband knew it was inappropriate, he agreed on the spot. At first, Lin Yan didn't understand, until he looked at the comments section.
"My man is awesome. Buying the same thing is spending money, but the wife is happy. If he doesn't buy it directly, the wife will fuss for a while, and in the end, he'll still have to spend money to buy it, and neither of them will be comfortable."
Although the situations were different, Lin Yan believed that these two incidents had a similar underlying principle.
"Mmm... Thank you, husband!"
Indeed, Su Mojin was very happy to hear Lin Yan agree, and she pecked him on the cheek.
Skits come from life, and they are not deceiving!
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A day later, Lin Yan and Su Mojin boarded a private jet to Valencia, accompanied by two little porcelain dolls who were only a few days old.
Normally, infants are not allowed on airplanes until after fourteen days, mainly due to the loud noise. However, Lin Yan did not need to consider such matters.