Haicheng International Circuit

After chatting with Zhao Mengrou, Su Yang also checked with Lu Yun and Gu Xiaoman. As expected, neither could take time off work.

The main issue was his last-minute notice, and since it required several days off, most companies wouldn’t approve it.

Su Yang smiled wryly and gave up. He returned to his bedroom and changed into a fresh white T-shirt and gray casual shorts.

Glancing at his watch, he saw it was already 12:30 PM.

"Time to head out," he muttered, pulling out his phone to send a message to Pan Ning.

"I’m about to leave. Haicheng International Circuit, right?"

Pan Ning replied quickly with a voice message: "Yeah, I’m already on the road. Hurry up."

"Got it, leaving now."

Just as he turned off his phone, another notification chimed.

Su Yang opened it again—this time, it was a group message from Liu Bo.

Sweeping Thousands: @everyone, Brother Meng has already booked the flight tickets for 5:45 PM. Since we’re heading to the circuit later, he suggests packing your luggage now and bringing it along. After racing, we’ll grab dinner and then go straight to the airport.

Night Crawler: Roger that!

Winter Snowflake: Copy.

Green Grass: You should’ve said so earlier! I’m already on my way!

Lonely Me: Then hurry back and pack. It’s still early—no rush.

Green Grass: Fine.

Su Yang read the messages and replied as well. He was about to leave, so the timing was perfect.

He went back to his room and haphazardly stuffed a few T-shirts and shorts into his backpack—no need for a suitcase.

Once packed, he grabbed his Porsche key and headed out.

......

Half an hour later, Su Yang arrived at Haicheng International Circuit in his car.

As he approached the entrance, a strikingly bright orange Lamborghini Aventador came into view.

Su Yang slowed down and rolled down his window, spotting Meng Wenzhou behind the wheel.

He grinned and honked his horn.

Beep beep beep!

Meng Wenzhou pulled up beside Su Yang’s car and leaned out. "Brother Su?"

"That color’s a bit flashy, don’t you think?" Su Yang laughed.

"Heh, the flashier the better. Yours isn’t bad either."

"Mine’s no match for yours—yours could buy two of mine."

"Price isn’t everything. My car might not even outrun your Turbo S."

"We’ll find out soon enough."

Meng Wenzhou smirked. "Alright, let’s head in. I’ve booked the whole place."

With that, he floored the accelerator and sped into the circuit.

The security guard at the gate recognized the Aventador—he’d seen it a few times before, and his boss had personally briefed him. He knew exactly who was coming.

He quickly raised the automatic barrier.

Meng Wenzhou stopped at the entrance and called out, "The cars coming after me are all my friends. Let them all in."

"Got it, no problem!" the guard replied cheerfully.

After the brief exchange, Meng Wenzhou zoomed into the circuit.

Su Yang followed closely behind, and the two parked near the straight section of the track.

This straight stretch was 1,233 meters long and 18 meters wide—perfect for drag racing high-performance cars.

Haicheng International Circuit was also top-tier, second only to Shanghai in hosting F1 races in the country.

The fact that Meng Wenzhou could reserve the entire venue spoke volumes about his connections and influence.

Su Yang currently couldn't compare in terms of money or connections, but he was sustainable—given time, he could grow into the world's richest man.

Su Yang stepped out of the car and looked up at the racetrack. Beside him, Meng Wenzhou also got out.

"Damn, this racetrack is legit! As expected of you, Brother Meng!"

Meng Wenzhou smiled. "No big deal."

"How much does it cost to book this place for a day?"

Meng Wenzhou thought for a moment. "Normally, it's 300,000 a day, but I know the owner, so he waived the fee for me."

"Nice, nice. This is a great spot. I’ll come here whenever I feel like racing."

[Ding. Detected host’s first visit to a professional racetrack. Mood elevated. Reward: 300,000.]

As the two chatted, the others arrived one after another.

First was Pan Ning, pulling up beside them in a red Ferrari SF90.

Spotting Su Yang’s 911 Turbo S, she lifted her slender hand to remove her sunglasses. "This yours?"

Su Yang nodded with a smile. "Yeah, not bad, right?"

"Not bad, but you definitely can’t outrun me."

"Maybe not in a straight line, but on a full track? You’d lose."

"Wanna test that later?"

"Sure!"

Just as they finished talking, Liu Bo—nicknamed "Fatty"—arrived in a black Mercedes-Maybach GLS 600. He wasn’t here to race today.

His job was to load the luggage for Meng Wenzhou and himself.

Next to arrive were Shen Yixue and her boyfriend, Zhang Ziming, also known as "Night Bug."

Zhang Ziming drove a white Aston Martin DBS, with Shen Yixue in the passenger seat.

Seeing them, Su Yang thought to himself, Damn, so he’s a rich kid too. Raising Shen Yixue’s favorability might be tough, but whatever—she’s just a tool anyway.

Once everyone had gathered, Pan Ning stood out in a gray tank top and hot shorts, her long, fair legs impossible to ignore.

But Su Yang was the only one who openly admired them. Meng Wenzhou, being Pan Ning’s cousin, naturally didn’t look at her that way, while Liu Bo was too intimidated by her to even sneak a glance.

After Zhang Ziming and Shen Yixue parked, they got out and exchanged greetings with the group.

Su Yang’s eyes lingered on Zhang Ziming.

He stood at 182 cm, with a clean-cut appearance—neither too thin nor too heavy—and a sharp, short buzz cut. In terms of looks, he couldn’t quite match Su Yang or Meng Wenzhou, but he had an undeniable athletic charm and solid build.

After greeting the others, Zhang Ziming walked up to Su Yang, giving him a quick once-over.

Noticing Su Yang’s sharp style and good looks—especially the watch on his wrist, which he eyed for an extra second—Zhang Ziming’s impression of him improved.

People like them, the wealthy, often kept outsiders at arm’s length, looking down on those with less.

But Su Yang checked all the right boxes, leaving Zhang Ziming with a favorable first impression.

He stepped forward, extending a hand with a smile. "You must be Su Yang?"

Su Yang shook it politely. "That’s me. And you are?"

"Zhang Ziming. First time meeting. Sorry I missed the last drinking session, but since you’re friends with Lao Meng and Fatty, we’re cool now too."

"Let's spend more time together. I'm sure we can become real friends."

"Ha, sounds good. I like your straightforward personality."

Meng Wenzhou stepped forward with a smile. "That's exactly why I befriended Su Yang in the first place. We should definitely hang out more."

"Absolutely."

Pan Ning, leaning against the car hood with her arms crossed, shot the group an impatient look. "You guys are taking forever with your greetings. Can we just get started already?"

"Alright, let's go."

"Line up the cars. The track's wide enough for four at a time. We'll start with a 400-meter straight-line drag race."

With that, Pan Ning slid into her car.