A Minute Faster Than Us

At this moment, Zhang Chengjun and the other two standing by the stands were dumbfounded.

"4 minutes and 2 seconds??"

"Holy shit! He actually got such a formidable time on his first run?"

"That's absolutely insane. This guy must be a professional."

"The timer isn't broken, is it?" Gao Yongchao asked.

"How could the timer be broken?"

"Then that's a bit terrifying. The main thing is that he achieved this while being unfamiliar with the track."

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After crossing the finish line, Su Yang slowed down and drove off the track, then turned around to park next to the three of them and got out of the car.

"Boss Su, aren't you way too badass?" Gao Yongchao walked up to Su Yang and praised him.

Su Yang smiled and said, "Actually, I could be even faster. The main reason is that it's my first run and I'm not familiar with the track. If you let me do another lap right now, I can definitely finish in under 3 minutes and 50 seconds."

The few of them shook their heads in astonishment and disbelief. "If you were given a professional racing car, you could probably break the 3 minute and 22 seconds racing record."

"Haha, quite possibly." Su Yang wasn't modest at all; he was very confident in his driving skills.

As they were chatting, a car drove out from the last corner on their left.

A yellow and black McLaren W1. It was Pan Ning.

Seeing this, Su Yang immediately turned to look at the big screen on the gantry. At this time, Pan Ning's time was 4 minutes and 50 seconds; breaking the record was already impossible.

Whoosh!

The McLaren W1 finally crossed the finish line at a speed of 300 km/h, with a final time of 4 minutes and 54 seconds.

Just as Pan Ning crossed the finish line, Meng Wenzhou arrived from behind, closely followed by Qin He.

The two cars made a rapid final sprint. However, there really aren't many cars that can outrun a Bugatti on a straightaway, and the LaFerrari ultimately crossed the finish line one car length behind the Red Dragon.

Meng Wenzhou's final time was 5 minutes and 5 seconds, while Qin He's was 5 minutes and 6 seconds.

Watching the three cars slowly driving over, Su Yang and the others stepped forward and clapped.

"Not bad, not bad! Very impressive."

"Sigh, damn it, I lost control at that quadruple corner just now. Otherwise, there's no way I'd only get this time, I didn't even break five minutes!" Qin He pulled open his car door and got out, looking thoroughly displeased.

Meng Wenzhou patted his shoulder and laughed, "It's fine, Lao Qin. It's our first time running this track, after all. Plus, only losing to me by one second after losing control is already very badass. Don't worry about it."

Indeed, if Qin He hadn't driven off the track, he probably could have competed with Pan Ning for second place. His driving skills were actually quite strong.

"By the way, Old Su, did you break the record?" Meng Wenzhou looked at Su Yang and asked curiously.

Before Su Yang could speak, Zhang Chengjun next to them blinked and spoke up first, "Not only did he break it, he broke it by a massive margin."

"Oh? Badass! What was the final time?"

"4 minutes and 2 seconds."

"Holy crap?? Faster than us by a minute!?" Meng Wenzhou's eyes widened. Although he had long known Su Yang was awesome, he never expected to lose so thoroughly.

Hearing this, Qin He was also full of shock. "4 minutes and 2 seconds?? Are you for real?"

"Hehe, why would I lie to you? Look up there." Zhang Chengjun pointed to the big screen on the gantry.

When they crossed the line earlier, he had deliberately asked the control room to hide the first place time, and it was only being displayed again now.

The few of them looked up, their faces full of bitter smiles.

What did a one-minute lead mean? To put it bluntly, it was the gap between a racing enthusiast and a professional driver.

"I refuse to accept this!" Qin He suddenly roared at the sky.

Meng Wenzhou turned his head and said, "You have to accept it. We still need to practice."

Qin He shook his head with a bitter smile. "I thought my driving skills were already considered awesome among ordinary people, but I didn't expect to only get fourth place today, and lose to Old Su by over a minute. I'm going to start practicing!"

"Are you serious?"

"Seriously. Boss Zhang, Boss Huo, let's talk about the transfer of the racing circuit. I really like this track."

"Haha, alright, please come in, gentlemen."

Just as everyone was about to enter the room to talk business, bursts of engine roars came from the distant corner.

"Holy shit, I almost forgot about those three." Su Yang turned his head to look and laughed. "Let's wait for them."

Everyone looked towards the end of the track on the left, only to see Zhang Ziming coming out of the corner first, closely followed by Ji Bo and Liu Bo.

Zhang Ziming's advantage was obvious; he was leading the two by four or five car lengths. He just needed to floor the gas pedal on this last straightaway to win.

The suspense now was whether Liu Bo or Ji Bo would come in dead last.

"Who do you guess will be last?" Meng Wenzhou asked with a smile.

Qin He crossed his arms and said, "I guess Lao Pang might be at the bottom."

"Then I guess Xiao Ji."

As they spoke, the three cars sped toward the finish line.

Zhang Ziming took the lead, while the big bull and little bull behind him were neck and neck, almost on the same line.

Whoosh! Zhang Ziming crossed the line first.

The two bulls behind erupted with deafening roars, but the big bull was the big bull after all; the older brother was still fiercer in the later stages.

With about two hundred meters left to the finish line, it overtook the little bull.

In the end, the little bull was unable to turn the tide and regrettably came in last.

The lap times for the three were 5 minutes 56 seconds for Zhang Ziming, 6 minutes 02 seconds for Liu Bo, and 6 minutes 03 seconds for Ji Bo.

Because these three had spent too much time at the quadruple hairpin turn earlier, they ended up taking around six minutes. If it weren't for those four corners, the three of them wouldn't have run so slowly.

Therefore, racing mostly relies on the driver's skills, on-the-spot reactions, and their understanding of their own car.

The cars of all three were not bad, even very strong, especially the 918. If these three cars were given to Su Yang to drive, he could also break the 4 minute 33 second lap record.

Actually, the person driving the GT3 RS at the time was also of very average skill and completely failed to bring out the ultimate performance of that car.

That car was absolutely badass on the track. If given to Su Yang, he figured he could finish in under 3 minutes and 55 seconds on his first try.

Hmm, when I have time, I should get a GT3 RS to play with, or ask the system to give me one. Su Yang suddenly had this thought.

Although he already had a 911 Turbo S, the Turbo S wasn't specialized for the track after all. The latest 911 GT3 RS was the ultimate machine in the 911 series that came closest to a GT race car.

Just as he was thinking, the three cars slowly drove toward them.

The three of them looked dejected because they had seen the first place lap time on the big screen when they crossed the line.

Now they also saw the fourth place lap time; the lowest one was still around 4 minutes.

"Are you three riding snails? I already felt I was very slow. What on earth are you driving, six minutes~" Meng Wenzhou couldn't help but laugh as he looked at their expressions.

"Brother Meng, please don't poke our sore spots. It's already pretty good that we managed to get this time."

"I'm not the same as those two. At least I'm someone who finished under six minutes," Zhang Ziming tilted his head to look at his score and said.

"You're only faster by a few seconds, it's pretty much the same."

"We still need to practice. Look at Old Su's time, 4 minutes and 2 seconds. He's over two minutes faster than you guys, enough time to smoke a cigarette."

"Stop talking, Brother Meng!!! I'm begging you, let's get down to business. If we take over the racetrack, I'll come and run ten laps every day!" Liu Bo shouted.

"Haha, alright, let's go."

Everyone moved into the room to start discussing business.

About an hour later, Meng Wenzhou and Zhang Chengjun called in several staff members from their own companies who specifically handled this area.

The two sides finally reached an agreement at a price of 625 million.

Everyone first signed a simple agreement. Over the next few days, Zhang Chengjun and his people would go to Meng Wenzhou's company to sign a few more formal contracts, and then transfer the money, at which point the racetrack would completely change hands.

As for how Su Yang and the others would fund it, Meng Wenzhou, Su Yang, and Qin He took the lion's share, each contributing about 160 million.

The remaining 145 million would be split equally among Liu Bo, Zhang Ziming, and Chu Qiunan.

These were internal matters among them, and they would sign contracts privately later, without going into specific details.

After signing the agreement, Su Yang and the others drove away from the racetrack.

After that, they just had to wait for the notice to transfer the money to Meng Wenzhou's company account. Then, once the racetrack completely changed hands, everyone would set about renovating and transforming the desolate Qinglian Mountain Racetrack.

Su Yang originally intended to invite everyone to his restaurant for a small celebration, but Qin He and Zhang Ziming both had things to do, and Meng Wenzhou also had to return to his company, so everyone agreed to celebrate properly once the racetrack officially changed hands.

After leaving the racetrack, the seven people went their separate ways. Meng Simin had previously told Pan Ning to go back after finishing the matters at hand, so Pan Ning didn't leave with Su Yang.

At three in the afternoon, Su Yang drove back to his villa. He went inside, made himself a cup of coffee, and sat on the sofa to smoke and rest.

At this time, the matters at hand were basically all done. Su Yang picked up his phone, opened WeChat, and found the chat interface with Li Muhan.

"It's about time to contact her. I'll ask and see first."

Saying that, he typed and sent: "Hello Muhan, I'm Su Yang, do you still remember me?"

After sending it, Su Yang went to the bathroom and waited for Li Muhan's reply.

Ten minutes passed, and the chat interface remained completely still.

"Huh? What's going on? Did she forget me? That shouldn't be. She might be busy, I'll wait a bit longer~"

Su Yang didn't dwell on it, lying on the sofa and switching to TikTok to scroll.

After scrolling continuously for an hour, WeChat still hadn't popped up with any messages.

"Huh? Not replying? Damn it." Su Yang switched back to the chat interface with Li Muhan again.

This time he couldn't be bothered to type, and directly made a voice call.

The ringtone rang from beginning to end, but still, no one answered.

"Damn, it really isn't that easy to get in touch. There are still three days left, I wonder if I can contact her. What exactly is she doing?"

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