Chapter 591 Winning Again, Tasteless

On the current track, whoever Lin Yan tangled with meant the director would give them camera time, and Qionghai had managed to get good coverage this time.

Exiting turn ten, two connecting straightaways allowed the GP22’s horsepower to easily shake off the Yamaha behind.

“Did you shake off that blue guy just now?”

On the sofa, Fu Qingyun, holding Lin Guoxiong’s hand, asked with a nervous expression.

“Should have shaken him off.”

Lin Guoxiong had watched some races, but he was still uncertain. Fortunately, after a while, the director switched back to the aerial helicopter view.

On a straightaway, the distance between the red and blue dots gradually widened. Relying on the bike’s horsepower alone, Lin Yan had already gained 0.2 seconds on the Yamaha. The horsepower enthusiast was still the same horsepower enthusiast.

Exiting turn eleven, another straightaway. The two long straightaways combined allowed Lin Yan to gain 0.5 seconds on Qionghai behind. The chief technician of the Yamaha team in the stands turned green; he suddenly felt an urge to have the technical department upgrade their race bikes.

On the two straightaways, not only did Lin Yan pull away, but Rithisner also caught up, leaving Qionghai behind. He had been holding back, waiting for the straightaways to make his move. Now, the two riders behind Lin Yan were locked in a struggle.

“Ooh, boring. These two are fighting again. I bet Lin Shen will be miles ahead again soon.”

Someone in the live chat had already predicted the outcome of the race.

At the end of the main straight, Lin Yan applied the brakes, sat up, and braked hard into the turn, showing everyone present a 68-degree lean angle. The message was clear: he was about to unleash his power.

From the first-person perspective, Lin Yan’s shoulder was scraping the ground. Soon, a small white edge appeared on his leather suit. Fortunately, the camera angle was sharp enough, or Lin Yan’s aggressive lean would have scratched the camera lens.

With an extremely low lean angle, he then flipped into turn thirteen below. It was another series of tight corners. Lin Yan smoothly exited and entered the turns, quickly returning to the finish line.

At the finish line, Ducati staff, under Zhang Mingzhi’s instructions, held up a board indicating the distance between Lin Yan and Qionghai behind him.

He had gained 0.6 seconds on the second-place rider in one lap. Lin Yan’s strength had improved again compared to three months ago.

Under the helmet, Lin Yan was very satisfied with his performance. With his current physical condition, his strength would continue to grow in the future.

Under the director’s close-up shot, flames spewed from the two exhausts of the GP22’s rear wheel. The thick rear tire spun at high speed, crossing the finish line and braking hard into the second lap.

After another lap, Lin Yan was still in the lead. Seeing this, the Chinese fans in the stands showed a knowing look. It was just as they expected. They had won again today, and it felt rather anticlimactic.

After thirty laps, Lin Yan smoothly crossed the finish line, securing the win.

Lin Yan changed his clothes and went into the lounge to sit down, smiling and putting on a fierce, vengeful expression.

“Look at the sweat you’re pouring out. Wipe it off first.”

With Su Mojin not present, Lin Yan was fumbling with his phone in the lounge.

In response, Lin Yan could only put down his phone first, tidy himself up, and then pick up his phone again.

“Dad, how’s the Wei family situation?”

After chatting for a while, Lin Yan suddenly changed the topic.

Su Mojin, at the opportune moment, handed the phone to Lin Guoxiong.

“The Wei family is transferring assets. They’ll likely flee abroad soon.”

Since Lin Guoxiong had free time today, it meant the battle between the three families had likely concluded.

The stock market was simply about throwing money around, seeing who could break the other’s capital chain first. Whoever did would survive. Regardless of how big a business was, the capital chain was its lifeline. Once the capital chain broke, it was essentially on the verge of bankruptcy.

With the previous assets of the Song family, Lin Guoxiong was bound to win by throwing money. However, it also involved selling off a considerable amount of the Song family’s original industries in the western district. The fact that even Lin Guoxiong had to sell off industries showed how dire the Wei family’s situation was.

There were still many industries in their hometown in the southern district, even two small ports. However, with the Wei family’s collapse, the banks became restless, with debt collectors frequently showing up, fearing the Wei family would abscond.