“Yangyang, when are you bringing Pan Pan home for a meal?” Chen Liping asked.
Su Yang thought for a moment and said, “No rush. There’s plenty of time later. Let’s talk about it after I get back from Europe.”
“Alright, but you two aren’t getting any younger. It’s time to start thinking about the big life decisions, you know.”
“Mom, I’m not even 25 yet. How am I old?”
“25 isn’t old? Back in the countryside, at 25, people already have kids old enough to run errands.” Chen Liping said as she cleared the dishes.
Su Yang stood up and helped her out. “Right, you said it yourself—that’s the countryside. We live in the city now.”
“Don’t give me that. It’s the same everywhere. Marry early, settle early. You might not care, but a woman has to think about having kids. The older she gets, the riskier it is, you know?”
“Oh come on, Mom. Pan Pan is only 24. But don’t worry, I’ll definitely get married before I’m thirty, okay?”
“Thirty? By the time you’re thirty, Pan Pan will be twenty-nine. That won’t do. It has to be sooner.”
“Fine, fine, I get it.” Su Yang laughed, gently pushing Chen Liping out of the kitchen.
On these matters, Su Dagang never pressured Su Yang. He sat alone on the sofa, leisurely drinking tea and watching TV.
Chen Liping shook her head and sat down beside him. “All you do is watch TV. Can’t you help say something?”
Su Dagang looked up. “Young people have their own ideas. Let’s not interfere too much.”
Hearing this, Su Yang gave Su Dagang a thumbs-up from behind Chen Liping.
“Fine, fine. Talking to you is useless anyway.”
Su Yang smiled, walked over, and sat between them. “Heh heh, Mom, I’m not childfree. I’ll get married when the time comes, don’t worry. I’ll even give you a big chubby grandson to take care of.”
The three of them chatted and watched TV, the atmosphere warm and cozy.
Just then, Su Yang’s phone rang.
He picked it up and saw it was a message from Qin Su.
‘Oh? She contacts me the moment I’m back in the country?’
Qin Su: “Su Yang, sorry to bother you. Can I ask if you’re back in the country?”
Su Yang got up, walked toward the balcony, took out a cigarette, lit it, and replied: “Your timing’s spot on. I just got back today.”
“Oh? You’re already back?”
“Yeah, but I’m in Haicheng now.”
“No problem, as long as you’re back~”
Su Yang lay down on a lounge chair and continued: “I don’t have much to do right now, so let’s get straight to business.”
“No rush. Take a couple of days to rest first.”
“If it’s not urgent, why are you looking for me?” Su Yang replied with a grin.
“Uh... okay, there is a tiny bit of urgency. He Peng has been pushing me.”
“He Peng?” Su Yang said, surprised.
Seeing his confusion, Qin Su suddenly remembered that she’d promised to send him a PPT but had completely forgotten. She still hadn’t sent it.
“Oh, sorry, Su Yang. He Peng is the racer I mentioned. I forgot to send you his info.”
“Ah, right. So He Peng is that racer you were talking about.”
“Yes. Hang on, I’ll send you his info.”
“Okay.”
Two minutes later, Qin Su sent a PPT.
“Sent it. Do you want to read it now or later?”
“I’ll take a look now.”
“Alright, let me know what you think after.”
“OK.”
Su Yang opened the PPT, and a personal profile appeared on his phone screen.
At the top was a photo of He Peng.
Judging by the photo, he was decent-looking—kind of handsome, on par with Meng Wenzhou—but his face didn’t strike Su Yang as someone he’d befriend.
Still, Su Yang wasn’t one to judge by appearances. He couldn’t say for sure what the guy was like yet.
Below was He Peng’s basic info:
Age: 26, Height: 183 cm, from Shanghai.
Under that were his racing achievements.
He started karting at 12, practiced formula racing at 14, and won his first national karting junior championship at 16.
At 19, he switched and competed in a Zhejiang provincial off-road rally challenge, winning a rookie award.
After that, He Peng gave up formula racing entirely, moved to rally racing, and joined the Shanghai Lion Rally Team, where he’s been ever since.
From age 20 to 25, he followed the team every year to compete in the annual top national rally: the China Rally Championship.
He became the team’s main driver at 22, often winning stage championships, with his best result being second place overall in 2023.
Seeing this, Su Yang smiled slightly. “Pretty impressive—national runner-up. Can I beat that?”
Next came a description of He Peng’s driving style and characteristics.
Su Yang couldn’t be bothered to read further. He closed the PPT and typed: “Done reading.”
“What do you think? Think you can do it?”
“Hard to say. The guy was runner-up in the 2023 China Rally Championship. I’d say... maybe... probably a bit of a stretch.”
“No worries. I believe in you!”
“You believe in me?” Su Yang laughed. “I’m just someone you found in some amateur race. Why would you have confidence in me?”
A few seconds later, Qin Su replied: “I don’t know. After watching your race back then, I just had this feeling—for no reason—that you could do it.”
“Alright, since you said that, I’ll give it my all.”
“Thank you, Su Yang.”
“Don’t thank me yet. I can’t promise I’ll win.”
“That’s fine. Just do your best. But...”
“But what?” Su Yang asked.
“Remember how I said you could pick any venue anywhere? That might not work anymore...”
“Doesn’t work? So He Peng gets to pick?”
“Not exactly. He insists it’s only in Shanghai. But in Shanghai, you can still choose the venue.”
Hearing this, Su Yang scratched his cheek and muttered, “Damn! I was going to invite him to our Qinglian Mountain track. Seems like I’ll have to go to Shanghai instead.”
“Alright, Shanghai it is. When’s the date?”
“You’re in Haicheng now, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Can you come to Shanghai tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow?”
“Yeah, because he has a race next week, so he wants us to do this as soon as possible.”
“Fine, I’ll come to Shanghai tomorrow.” Since there wasn’t much on his plate, Su Yang didn’t want to make a fuss.
“I’m really sorry for the trouble. After the race, I’ll treat you to dinner. Also, the payment I mentioned earlier—I’ll still honor it.”
“Payment doesn’t matter. Dinner sounds good, though.”
“Great. Do you have a venue in mind?”
“Can we use the Shanghai International Circuit?”
“Sure. If you’re sure, I’ll tell him to arrange it.”
“The Shanghai International Circuit usually needs to be booked way in advance, right? Is there enough time?”
“No problem. His family owns a stake in the track, so getting access is easy.”
“Whoa, that impressive? Alright, book it there.”
“Okay, I’ll let him know. Are you bringing your own car, or do you want me to find one?”
"I’d love to drive my own car, but shipping it back and forth is such a hassle. Can you help me find something to drive?" Su Yang asked curiously.
"Anything except an F1 should be doable, as long as it’s a model currently available in the country. If you’re after something like an F80 or other limited edition models, that might be tricky."
"F80? The new LaFerrari?"
"Yeah, that’s what I mean. These newly released limited models are hard to come by."
"Haha, no worries, I don’t need anything that fancy. Just help me find a well-conditioned new-generation GT3 RS."
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