"But if he's a top expert, why haven't I heard of him?"
The viewers in the livestream were eager to hear what Xiao K would say next.
"I know you all want to ask why I call him a top racer when you've never heard of him. What I'm about to say is precisely about that."
After answering a question from the bullet comments, Xiao K got to the point.
"About fourteen years ago, Tianhe was only twenty years old, but he had already become China's top off-road motorcycle racer. He had also achieved the only advancement within China..."
As if that wasn't enough, to prevent any future retaliation, those sponsors also blacklisted him within the racing community, cutting off his livelihood. He couldn't repay the high loans he owed from his childhood, so Sun Tianhe now harbored an intense hatred for those people.
Sun Tianhe spent ten years paying off the debts incurred back then, working and racing simultaneously. During these ten years, Sun Tianhe continuously collected evidence and records from past races. Although the other party had meticulously cleaned up their tracks, there were always a few lingering clues.
It was precisely this bit of evidence he collected that supported him to this day.
Xiao K's deep and magnetic speech drew the audience into the narrative, and the bullet comments were filled with curses.
"No wonder that guy never finished outside the top five after his advancement! A backdoor racer, no wonder!"
"Damn it, I have to go spray him. This is too much. Not only did they steal his hard-earned success, but they also wanted to break his legs."
"I found it. It's a company called Shangquan Investment. That racer is the young master of this group."
"Is that true? I'm going. First to spray, then to ask."
...
Xiao K didn't need to do much else. Simply presenting the evidence from the race fourteen years ago to the livestream audience was enough for professionals to understand what had happened.
Over the years, this company had also grown considerably with the influence of that racer, which was why they weren't afraid of Sun Tianhe seeking revenge.
At Mouya Company.
Two super moderators exchanged glances. If they remembered correctly, Shangquan Investment was also a shareholder of their company. This was trouble.
"Should we block the livestream?"
One of the super moderators spoke up.
"Block it? This is Lin Shen's livestream. Let's go report it to the higher-ups immediately."
In fact, they didn't need to report it. By this time, the high-level management of Mouya Company had already noticed the situation and had begun contacting people to prepare to buy back Shangquan's shares.
Shangquan had developed well over the years by leveraging the racer's influence, but they were still no match for the Lin family.
Although Lin Shen hadn't explicitly stated he would help Sun Tianhe, public opinion was already brewing, and they couldn't risk it.
Soon, the public opinion quickly spread to Shangquan's official accounts. It was estimated that it wouldn't be long before it became another trending topic. A racer on the verge of retirement having his identity exposed? This was definitely a massive scandal.
Fortunately, by this time, the Song family's trending topic had dropped to fifth place. Otherwise, this incident would have been a bit of a loss.
Xiao K had been observing his livestream. Seeing this scene, he knew he had succeeded and felt a surge of excitement.
He had, in a way, avenged Tianhe Ge. It was just a pity for Yong Ge; if he were here, perhaps they could have sought justice together.
Back then, the three brothers had plans: one intended to enter WSBK, another to enter MXGP, and he himself intended to enter the commentary world. However, in the corrupting influence of society, none of them, these poor boys, had succeeded. The impact of capital was too great; there was simply no way out for grassroots racers.
Yong Ge was doing alright; he had saved some money over the years and opened a helmet shop. Tianhe Ge was the most unfortunate of the three; he had only recently finished paying off his debts.
After resolving the matter, Lin Yan secretly left the venue. Without even changing his helmet or clothes, he got on his bike and sped away, leaving Li Wei and the others to handle the attire.
As for Sun Tianhe, Lin Yan had already instructed him to report to the Ducati base tomorrow.