Chapter 430: The Legendary Race

"Adjust the shock absorbers on the front right again. The high-speed rebound doesn't feel quite right."

"Sure, Car God Wang!"

"This tire isn't good. The steering and sliding at high speeds are over the limit."

"Change it to the R888?"

"Let's finish the weight reduction first."

"Car God Wang, there's no time for major changes. Shall we remove the front passenger seat?"

"Remove it."

"Brother, the adhesion on the left and right front tires isn't balanced. Let's do a pull-line adjustment."

"Give me three hours!"

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It took a whole seven days to adjust and test the car. During that time, Wang Yan basically lived in the racing field. Finally, the 918 had the looks.

The looks of a racing car.

Please don't think that the 918 could not be changed! Other than the F1, any mass-produced supercar had room for improvement.

As long as the car owner was brave enough to sacrifice comfort for performance.

At 6 a.m. on the 11th, the field was cleared for the ultimate test. Wang Yan tested ramping up the speed from 0-100 km/h and from 0-400 km/h. He was very surprised.

The improved car's timing to get from 0-100 km/h was 2.43 seconds, and the timing to get from 0-400 km/h was 9.75 seconds.

The timing to get from 0-100 km/h was already top-notch. Even though it might still be behind the other model, it was enough.

Even so, it should still beat the sprint lap speed record, but Wang Yan did not try to run at full speed. A small test drive would be enough.

"This place is like a sieve. Let's leave some suspense for everyone."

Zhou Jianwu and Huang Yiqing looked at each other, shook their heads, and smiled bitterly. They called Young Master Pan to test the car.

There was nothing wrong with the sieve. After all, the Shanghai Racing Arena was not the private territory of the club, so it was not confidential at all.

Beijing's SCC and HAC teams had already sent their drivers to familiarise themselves to the venue. A few groups of people met each other every day, and whenever they met each other, they would speak harshly to each other.

If Wang Yan dared to run the fastest lap today, the two other teams would receive the news in the afternoon, and he would definitely be targeted on the day of the race.

So, what's the rush in trying to show off?

They strolled upstairs to watch Young Master Pan's performance.

SCC and SSCC were the subjects of grudges. Each team had sent two drivers. Wang Yan was one of them, and Young Master Pan was the other.

Even after seven days of driving, Wang Yan had not even seen Young Master Pan before.

"Sister Chu, what's the situation with that brother?"

Wang Yan casually sat down on the sofa. The surveillance screen on the opposite wall would capture the technical details of their opponents from multiple angles.

Chu Xin and Liu Ye sat next to each other with a glass of wine in their hands. Sister Jiao did not join in the fun. She had been concentrating on her work recently.

"Pan Haoming, the second son of Fu Cheng Group's Pan Weimin, the former number one driver of our club, and also the club's lap speed keeper."

After Liu Ye's introduction, Chu Xin asked curiously, "Little brother Wang Yan, that record shouldn't be too difficult for you, right?"

Wang Yan smiled and didn't directly brag.

"It's all thanks to Chu Xin's car."

Wasn't the meaning of this obvious?

"Then you have to be more careful of Pan Haoming in the future."

Liu Ye suddenly interjected.

"That guy's personality is very flamboyant. His most famous deed was to smash seven cars in his hometown all because of a little quarrel. Although he hasn't caused much trouble in Shanghai, everyone knows his narrow-mindedness."

Wang Yan couldn't help but laugh. "It's just a small prize money, is there a need for that?"

"Is that just a matter of money? Don't you understand that honor is everything? What you win is his status and glory in the club."

"That's right, and the prize money is still quite a lot."

There were a total of six parties participating in this competition, with eight drivers.

Each participating club had to fork out two million for each driver as the entrance ticket, a total of 16 million already.

Most of the funds needed for things such as renting the venue and hosting the race came from this sum.

In the end, there would be about 10 million left, and all this would go to the first-place racer.

In this race, there would be no first or second runner-up, the winner would take it all.

Under the effect of the huge reward, there would definitely be brave men. Though Wang Yan might not care about the 10 million, others definitely did.

In fact, Wang Yan also did care. 10 million -- he needed 10 days of breathing to earn that much. He was really short of money recently.

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The minimum sum of 2 million put in per driver was just negotiated some time ago. If there was no minimum, who knew how many people would come to join in the fun.

"Do you know the participants and the drivers? What are their strengths?"

Chu Xin had done a lot of homework. When he heard Wang Yan's question, he immediately counted with his fingers.

"The two big clubs in Shanghai have sent out four drivers. These drivers are not well-known and are not famous rich sons. They were pulled out purely by their skills. Let Brother Jian tell you later."

HAC had sent out a driver named Milson.

Fatty Fu's club was also in Beijing, and they were not on good terms with Director Huang. They were on opposite sides.

"That Milson is amazing behind the wheel. It is said that he has the skills of a professional. But because his family is rich, he did not go into the profession. He loves sports cars and seems to be a domestic agent for Bugatti..."

"Yo, that's quite a network."

Wang Yan was no longer a retard. He knew very well the difficulty of being a top domestic agent for supercar companies.

Simply put, it wasn't about money, but it definitely couldn't be done without money.

Chu Xin nodded. "Anyway, this person is very strong. I heard that he's even stronger than Young Master Pan. Moreover, he's the one who drives a Koenigsegg Agera RS. He might be your biggest opponent."

"Alright, I'll remember it. You continue."

"Then, there are only three spots left. They are all here to join in the fun, afraid that things will not be big enough.".

"CQ's brother Yin Jianyi is the owner of China's first Bugatti Veyron. He is a member of the HAC club, but he is also a member of the CQSCC. He has sent one of his underlings to represent the CQSCC."

Young Master Wang gloated. "He is here for Director Huang again."

Chu Xin's expression was serious. "Little brother Wang Yan, don't let your guard down. His car is a Bugatti Chiron. Think about it."

That car's performance was better than the 918.

More importantly... it was expensive.

There was no insurance for a race like this. Only a crazy insurance company would cover it.

Therefore, just by daring to get on a supercar worth at least 30 million yuan, it showed how much confidence that man had in his little brother.

"The seventh driver is from the SMA Supercar club in the special district. The president, Liu Shunqi, is personally participating in the race. It is worth mentioning that this guy's car is Laferrari."

Upon hearing Laferrari, Wang Yan was relieved.

"Are you here to join in the fun?"

Liu Ye smiled and nodded. "I know that guy. He is a grand slam champion in the amateur group drift race. It is basically a given for him to get on the track."

Chu Xin giggled. "He beat up Director Huang a few years ago. His strength isn't bad, and he's a self-made business elite. But this time, he isn't rushing to win. He's just trying to show off his presence."

Damn, this one is also an enemy.

Wang Yan was puzzled. What kind of popularity did Director Huang have?

Not only did the rich second-generation bother him, but the business elite too?

The last one came from Qiantang. This one was finally no match for him, for this was a real big shot.

"Have you heard of Sun Fengfeng?"

Wang Yan shook his head. "No."

Chu Xin did not find it strange and explained patiently, "Sun Quan's 59th generation side branch, one of the earliest successors of the rich after the 1980s, he is the chairman of a listed company. In just 12 years, he has received the honor of being an outstanding leader of Zhejiang businessmen. He is very influential among the new generation of Zhejiang businessmen."

A listed company might not necessarily be awesome, but when combined with age, it was very unusual.

Wang Yan asked in puzzlement, "Why would such a serious entrepreneur come to join in the fun?"

"His company does auto parts. Last year, he just started a chain of after-sales stores called Car Superman. Now, he is promoting it everywhere. How could he let go of such a competition?"

This sensitivity was indeed worthy of being a big shot.

However, it was very obvious that he was looking for an advertising sponsor. There should not be much chance of him winning the championship.

There was no famous supercar club in Qiantang. The people who loved sports cars were basically all in the SSCC.

"So the main contestants consist of those three from Beijing, you, and Young Master Pan?"

Chu Xin pondered for a moment and took the initiative to cross out one for Wang Yan. "Young Master Pan is not your opponent. You will definitely be in the top four."

The young master was still not satisfied. Miss, you don't know enough about my abilities.

"I can only fight two people with my bare hands. Behind the wheel, I can fight three!"

"Ordinary old drivers can't even catch up with crabs with their driving."

"When I drive, I'm the one chasing the crabs!"

He bragged and pretended that the first few chapters were not heavily deleted. In a flash, the 13th had arrived. His chance to prove himself had finally come.

At 3 p.m., the legendary domestic supercar race officially started.

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