"You want to play too?"
The leader glanced at the other person's car. It was understandable that wealthy people who enjoyed cars would be interested in such a competition.
"It's just an underground car race in country A. We're here to participate in this competition as well."
Upon hearing this, the leader smiled, but in Lin Yan's opinion, the bald old man's smile seemed a bit forced.
The underground races in country A were an open secret there. It was normal for the other party, being Asian, not to know. There was no harm in telling them, as they weren't the organizers anyway, just participants.
Lin Yan guessed correctly; it was indeed an underground race, and it seemed these people were also participating teams.
Underground races weren't held on tracks but were a kind of mountain circuit race, a competition for true daredevils. They weren't driven by any belief, but purely for money.
However, the drivers' skills were somewhat inferior, but they were more desperate. Like underground boxing matches, there were betting pools.
So, from a certain special perspective, it was easier to make money here, and it came quickly, which was why so many drivers came to participate, even many retired professional drivers.
As for active drivers? They basically wouldn't come. Although the risk for active drivers participating in such races was very small, and it was relatively easy to win, the teams would restrict them.
Sponsors invested so much in them for years. If something happened to them carelessly, the sponsors would suffer huge losses. Besides, active drivers wouldn't be so short of money that they'd need to participate in such races.
"Are you also participating in this competition? Those in front are the drivers you've prepared, right?"
Among this group of street racers, Lin Yan felt that only the few drivers who rushed past at the beginning had some skill; the others were probably just fillers.
The bald man smiled and said nothing. He wouldn't disclose such matters.
Lin Yan didn't ask about the competition next. Instead, he inquired about the betting pools and the race prizes. His current identity wasn't suitable for asking too many questions, as it might arouse suspicion. The attractive lure of prizes could be easily found out by asking around in country A's racing circles later.
After a brief conversation, the bald man successfully mistook Lin Yan for a rich second-generation who enjoyed playing with cars and even wanted to befriend him.
But what was Lin Yan's status? How could he possibly befriend such a scoundrel?
For safety reasons, Lin Yan put on his sunglasses as soon as he got out of the car, fearing he might be recognized. Although these underground racers rarely paid attention to formal competitions, it was better to be prepared just in case.
Even after Lin Yan got back into his car, the guy was still apologizing to him. Lin Yan waved his hand, indicating he really didn't mind, and only then did the other person relax.
The owner of the Poison car was someone even his boss had to befriend. He was truly afraid the other party would pursue the matter.
Opening the car door and getting in, Lin Yan saw his wife looking worried and gently rubbed her head.
"We were just discussing compensation!"
Knowing his little wife's habit of worrying but not asking, Lin Yan spoke up to explain.
His conversation with the other party wasn't entirely fruitless. Lin Yan had indirectly obtained a useful piece of information: this competition, like previous ones, did not restrict vehicles.
If vehicles weren't restricted, wouldn't winning the championship be a given? If he was interested in the prize, he might even go and take a look.
Competing with a factory car wouldn't pose any danger. With just one start, he could leave these production cars behind. Without the need for a dogfight, Lin Yan could slowly ride it out.
Well, that was a good idea; he could get it for free.
As for whether anyone else would drive a factory car? That was certainly not the case. Not to mention anything else, except for the team owner, even the team's chief engineer didn't have the authority to bring a factory car worth tens of millions to participate in such a competition.
After getting into the car, because the vehicles in front had crashed and were still being recovered, Lin Yan had to wait a while longer before he could leave. However, the bald boss had already instructed his subordinates to clear a passage for Lin Yan as quickly as possible.
Five minutes later, Lin Yan started the Poison and drove towards COR's company address. After some twists and turns, he arrived at the company building just in time.
This was the benefit of leaving early; at least he wouldn't be late.
COR Group's company building was nowhere near as grand as Lin's, only about seven or eight stories high. Judging by the celebrity posters on the wall, it was an entertainment company.
Parking the car at the entrance, the security guards, upon seeing the Lamborghini Poison, didn't dare to be negligent and hurried over to help Lin Yan park the car. They had already received instructions, knowing that the new second-largest shareholder arriving in a Lamborghini today must be served well.
As he walked towards the company entrance, Lina, along with the company employees, waited at the door. To welcome the second-largest shareholder, she had even called down most of the company's employees. The entire first and second floors were filled with people, creating a grand spectacle.
As soon as Lin Yan entered, waves of welcoming blessings erupted in unison.
...
"Hello, we meet again."
After the welcome ceremony, Lina stepped forward and shook hands with Lin Yan. She seemed not to have expected him to be the one arriving today, as she had thought he would send an experienced old man from the business world.
Seeing Lin Yan's calm demeanor, the shareholders beside him nodded approvingly. Such a scene, and he remained composed without being overly excited. Excellent, worthy of being from a prominent family.
Composed was not quite accurate. Lin Yan felt he could dig out a three-bedroom apartment with his toes from awkwardness in that scene.
What was this for? Wasn't it better to just stay put? Why have such a welcome ceremony, and with welcoming remarks in broken Chinese? I was just here to go through the motions.
According to Lina, it was for the friendship between the two parties. But coming from these foreigners, Lin Yan felt something was off.
It wasn't just Lin Yan who felt this way; Su Mojin, who was beside him, felt the same.
So awkward. This is what foreigners' welcome styles are like.