Traffic was a bit heavy in the morning, so the two didn't get back to the villa until 9:40.
"You go change first, I need to use the bathroom~" Su Yang quickly ran into the restroom.
Pan Ning went to Su Yang's bedroom, opened the wardrobe, and found a loose grayish-purple T-shirt to change into.
It was quite hot today, so she took off her skinny jeans and changed into a pair of refreshing hot pants.
Ten minutes later, Su Yang also returned to his room to change clothes, and then the two went to the yard and got into their respective cars.
"Let's go, let's go, we're going to be late~" Su Yang shouted to Pan Ning.
"Okay."
The two of them drove a red and a yellow supercar out of the villa, heading towards the Qinglian Lake district.
At 10:55, Su Yang and Pan Ning arrived at the main gate of the Qinglian Mountain Racing Circuit.
The surroundings of the racing circuit were incredibly empty, giving it a somewhat desolate feeling.
On both sides of the road leading to the main gate were two spacious parking lots.
Many weeds had sprouted from the cracks around the parking lots, showing they hadn't been maintained in a long time. At the moment, there wasn't a single car in the parking lots.
The two thought they had gone the wrong way, but the large characters at the top of the gate ahead were unmistakable: Haicheng Qinglian Mountain Racing Circuit.
The paint on some of the characters had already faded to white.
To the right rear of the main gate stood a building about four or five stories high and sixty or seventy meters wide, which seemed to be the grandstand of the racing circuit.
Su Yang tilted his head, glanced at it, and then called Meng Wenzhou.
After a few rings, the call connected.
"Hello, Old Su, are you here?"
"I'm at the gate. I see the door is open, can I just drive in?"
"Yes, you can. Fatty and I are already inside. Just come right in. Are you alone?"
"Pan Pan is here too."
"Alright, come in quickly. After entering the gate, drive forward a bit to the intersection, turn right, and then go straight. You'll be able to see us."
"Okay."
Hanging up the phone, Su Yang shouted to Pan Ning on his left, "We can go in. Let's go, just follow me."
"Alright."
Su Yang drove into the racing circuit first, with Pan Ning closely following.
After entering the gate, the two drove forward for a few dozen meters and then saw the track of the racing circuit. Once on the track, they turned right.
After driving forward another few dozen meters, they saw two supercars parked next to the grandstand on the right.
They were exactly Meng Wenzhou's Bugatti Chiron and Liu Bo's new Lamborghini Aventador.
Su Yang and Pan Ning quickly drove their cars next to the two vehicles and stopped. Meng Wenzhou and Liu Bo walked out of a room on the first floor of the grandstand, accompanied by three middle-aged men they hadn't seen before.
Liu Bo shouted first, "Brother Yang~ Sister-in-law, you're here."
Su Yang got out of the car and smiled, "When did you guys arrive?"
"Just over ten minutes ago."
"What about Ziming and the others?"
"On the way, they should be here soon."
Su Yang nodded and looked at Meng Wenzhou, "Old Meng, did you call Qin He?"
"I just finished talking to him. He will be here in about ten minutes."
"Okay."
"By the way, let me introduce you. These two are the bosses of the racing circuit, Zhang Chengjun, President Zhang, and this is Huo Shan, President Huo. This one is the manager in charge of the daily activities of the racing circuit, Gao Yongchao, Manager Gao."
"This is my good brother Su Yang, and this is my cousin Pan Ning." Meng Wenzhou introduced the people on both sides to each other.
Seeing Su Yang and the car behind him, the three men knew he was no simple figure. Not to mention Pan Ning, since she was Meng Wenzhou's cousin, she must also be a wealthy young lady.
The few of them quickly stepped forward and shook hands with Su Yang first.
"You must be President Su, right?"
"That's me."
"We just heard President Meng talk about you. Truly young and promising, impressive!"
"You're too polite."
After a simple greeting with Su Yang and Pan Ning, the three men said, "How about we go inside and sit for a while? We've prepared some tea and snacks."
"Sure."
Everyone moved to the room to sit down, drink tea, rest, and wait for the others.
At this time, Liu Bo asked, "President Zhang, President Huo, can the track be driven on normally right now?"
"Yes, it can. Although we don't manage it much now, we still have someone tidy up the track every week. After all, from time to time, there are people who come over to run a few laps."
"Oh, oh, that works."
"Sigh, it's a bit embarrassing to say. Such a large racing circuit, and only some racing enthusiasts come to run laps for fun. As for the rest, even some small-scale events don't look for us to host them. They insist on booking the Haicheng International Racing Circuit. I really don't understand what's wrong with our place."
"Although our overall setup indeed cannot compare with the Haicheng International Racing Circuit, we can still easily host small regional events. But it's like we've been cursed. Since the beginning of last year, we haven't received any events at all."
Meng Wenzhou took a sip of tea and said, "It's mainly because the Haicheng International Racing Circuit has hosted F1, and its location is good, the facilities are complete, and the track level is high, so it has built a reputation."
Zhang Chengjun smiled bitterly, shook his head, and refilled the tea for everyone. "Sigh, let's not talk about this. Anyway, if you guys really take over this place in the future, even if we are no longer the bosses, we sincerely hope you can make it successful."
"Yes, build it up, and win some glory!!" Huo Shan said, thumping the table.
Hearing this, Su Yang picked up his teacup and asked, "Is it convenient to ask what field you bosses were in before starting this racing circuit?"
Zhang Chengjun smiled, "Real estate related."
"But don't mind that we used to be in real estate, which sounds completely unrelated to racing. The few of us genuinely love racing and have a certain understanding of it."
"Because real estate hasn't been easy to manage these past few years, we hit it off immediately and built this racing circuit," Huo Shan added.
"We thought that switching to an industry we liked would take us to the next level, but who knew what the hell would happen." Huo Shan smiled bitterly.
"The overall environment is not good right now. Doing anything involves risks," Su Yang said.
"Yes."
After chatting back and forth for about ten minutes, Meng Wenzhou's phone rang.
"Hello, Old Qin, are you here?"
"At the gate? Should I drive straight in?"
"Yeah, yeah, come straight in, go straight and turn right."
"Alright."
Soon, Qin He, Zhang Ziming, Chu Qiunan, and Ji Bo all arrived.
Today, Qin He drove a LaFerrari, Zhang Ziming drove a P1, Chu Qiunan drove a 918, and Ji Bo drove a Huracán.
The newcomers got to know Zhang Chengjun and the other two. Afterward, everyone prepared to run a lap first. One reason was to see the condition of the track, and the other was that they wanted to take this opportunity to race a bit.
"President Zhang, the timing here is working normally, right?" Qin He asked with a smile.
"It's normal. All facilities have no problems. Just go ahead and run, and check out the track along the way. If you feel it's okay, we can talk in detail later."
"Alright, straightforward."
"Then let's begin? Old Su, it's the perfect day to test which is better, the new or the old generation of the Ferrari flagship!" Qin He looked at Su Yang and smiled.
"Sure, it's not just our cars that are new and old generations, there's also Ziming's P1 and Pan Pan's W1."
"Haha, true, I didn't even notice. Is Pan Pan joining too?"
"Hey, Brother Qin, my Sister Pan's driving skills are nothing to sneeze at."
"Really? Ho ho, then I'm looking forward to it."
While they were talking, Su Yang suddenly thought of something and turned to ask Zhang Chengjun.
"By the way, Mr. Zhang, what is the total length of this track?"
Zhang Chengjun blurted out without a second thought, "10.288 kilometers."
"So it's roughly 10.3. Have any professional drivers ever raced on it before?"
Mr. Zhang nodded. "Yes, but that was a few years ago. We actually used to host quite a lot of different racing events back in the day."
"Okay, then I have another question. What are the fastest lap times on this track for both production cars and professional race cars?"
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