Hai City International Race Track

After finishing his conversation with Zhao Mengrou, Su Yang asked Lu Yun and Gu Xiaoman about it as well. Sure enough, neither of them could get time off.

The main problem was that his notice had come too suddenly. Besides, he needed several days off, and ordinary companies would not let someone go that easily.

Su Yang smiled helplessly and had no choice but to give up. He returned to the bedroom and changed into a fresh white T-shirt and gray casual shorts.

He checked his watch. It was already 12:30.

"We can probably head out now."

As he spoke, he took out his phone and sent Pan Ning a message.

"I'm getting ready to leave. Hai City International Race Track, right?"

Pan Ning quickly replied with a voice message: "Yes, I'm already on my way. Hurry up."

"Okay, okay, I'm heading out now."

He had just put away his phone when another notification sounded.

Su Yang opened it again. This time, Liu Bo had sent a group message.

Sweep All Armies: @Everyone, Brother Meng has already booked the plane tickets. The flight is at 5:45. We still have to go to the race track later. Brother Meng suggests everyone pack their luggage and bring it along now. After we finish racing, we'll find somewhere to eat, then go straight to the airport.

Little Bug of the Night: Got it!

Winter Snowflake: Got it.

Green Grass: Why didn't you say so earlier? I'm already on the way!

Lonely As Me: Then hurry home and pack. It's still early, so there's no rush.

Green Grass: Fine.

Su Yang looked at the messages and replied as well. He had just been about to leave, so fortunately, the message had arrived in time.

He returned to the bedroom, casually packed a few short-sleeved shirts and pairs of shorts into his backpack, and didn't even need to use a suitcase.

After packing everything, he picked up the Porsche keys and pushed open the door.

Half an hour later, Su Yang drove to Hai City International Race Track.

As soon as he reached the entrance, an extremely eye-catching orange Lamborghini supercar came from not far away.

Seeing it, Su Yang slowed down. He lowered the window and looked over, only to see that the person inside was Meng Wenzhou.

He smiled and pressed the horn.

Beep beep beep~

Seeing this, Meng Wenzhou drove over beside Su Yang's car, poked his head out, and called, "Brother Su?"

"Your car's color is pretty flashy!" Su Yang laughed.

"Hehe, the flashier the better for this kind of car. Yours isn't bad either."

"Mine can't compare to yours. Yours could buy two of mine."

"You can't compare these things by price. My car might not outrun your Turbo S."

"We'll know after we try."

Meng Wenzhou smiled faintly. "Sure. Let's go in first. I've booked the whole place."

After speaking, Meng Wenzhou stepped on the gas and drove into the race track.

The security guard at the entrance saw the approaching supercar. He had seen this car several times before, and his boss had personally informed him about the visit, so he naturally knew who had come.

He hurriedly raised the automatic barrier at the entrance.

Meng Wenzhou stopped at the gate and smiled. "The cars coming later are all my friends. Let them all in."

"Of course, no problem." The security guard replied with a beaming smile.

After giving his instructions, Meng Wenzhou quickly drove into the race track.

Su Yang followed behind Meng Wenzhou, and the two arrived at the straight track beside the spectator stands.

This straight section was 1,233 meters long and 18 meters wide, making it very suitable for various supercars to compete in straight-line acceleration.

Moreover, Hai City International Race Track was also one of the most top-tier facilities. Aside from Magic City, it was the second professional race track in the country capable of hosting an F1 race.

The fact that Meng Wenzhou could book an entire race track of this level was enough to show his connections and strength.

Su Yang was certainly nowhere near him in that regard for now, whether in money or connections. However, he was developing sustainably. As long as he was given time, he could become the richest man in the world.

Su Yang got out of the car and looked up at the race track. Meng Wenzhou also stepped out beside him.

"Damn, this race track is impressive. As expected of you, Brother Meng!"

Meng Wenzhou smiled. "It's nothing."

"How much would it cost to book this place for a day?"

Meng Wenzhou thought for a moment. "Normally, it's 300,000 yuan a day. But I know the owner, so he waived the entire fee for me."

"Not bad, not bad. This is a great place. I'll come here to drive whenever I feel like racing in the future."

Ding! The host has arrived at a professional race track for the first time in his life. His spirits are high. Reward: 300,000 yuan.

As the two chatted, the others gradually arrived.

Pan Ning was the first to arrive. She drove a red Ferrari SF90 and stopped beside the two of them.

Looking at Su Yang's 911 Turbo S, she reached out with her slender, fair hand and removed her sunglasses. "Is this your car?"

Su Yang nodded with a smile. "Yeah. Not bad, right?"

"Not bad, but you definitely can't outrun me."

"I might not beat you in a straight line, but if we race the entire track, you definitely won't beat me."

"Want to try later?"

"Sure!"

Just after the two finished speaking, Fatty Liu Bo arrived as well. He was driving a black Maybach GLS600, but he wasn't here to compete today.

He was responsible for transporting Meng Wenzhou's luggage and his own.

Next to arrive were Shen Yixue and her boyfriend, Zhang Ziming—also known as Little Bug of the Night.

Zhang Ziming was driving a white Aston Martin DBS, with Shen Yixue in the passenger seat.

Su Yang thought to himself, Damn, so he's a rich second-generation heir too. Looks like raising Shen Yixue's favorability will be a little difficult. But it doesn't matter anyway. She's just a tool.

Once everyone had arrived, Pan Ning was wearing a gray camisole and sexy hot pants. Her two long, fair legs were extremely eye-catching.

However, only Su Yang openly looked at her. Meng Wenzhou was Pan Ning's cousin, so he naturally had no thoughts like that. Liu Bo was somewhat afraid of Pan Ning and didn't even dare sneak a glance at her the entire time.

After Zhang Ziming and Shen Yixue parked the car, they got out and greeted the others.

Su Yang, meanwhile, looked toward Zhang Ziming.

He was 182 centimeters tall and had a neat, proper appearance. Neither fat nor thin, he wore his hair in a clean-cut buzz cut. In terms of looks alone, he was certainly inferior to Su Yang and Meng Wenzhou, but he had a very good temperament and a decent physique. He was a quintessential athletic type.

After greeting everyone, Zhang Ziming walked over to Su Yang and quickly sized him up.

Seeing that Su Yang looked excellent in both his clothes and appearance, Zhang Ziming paid particular attention to the watch on Su Yang's wrist, looking at it twice.

Actually, many rich people were rather exclusive. More specifically, they tended to look down on poor people.

But Su Yang was excellent in every aspect, leaving Zhang Ziming with a good first impression.

He stepped forward, extended his hand toward Su Yang, and smiled. "You're Su Yang, right?"

Su Yang courteously extended his hand and shook it. "Yes. What should I call you, brother?"

"Zhang Ziming. Nice to meet you. I wasn't there the last time you guys went drinking, and I'm really sorry about that. But you're friends with Old Meng and Fatty, so we're friends from now on too."

"Let's spend more time together in the future. I think we'll definitely become genuine friends."

"Haha, sure. I like your straightforward personality."

Meng Wenzhou walked over and smiled. "I became friends with Brother Su because I like his personality. Anyway, we'll get together more often from now on."

"Definitely."

"You big men are taking forever just to say hello. Can we start or not?" Pan Ning asked impatiently as she leaned against the front of her car with her arms folded.

"Let's start, let's start."

"Line up the cars. This track is wide enough for four cars to race together. We'll start with a 400-meter straight-line acceleration."

As Pan Ning spoke, she sat down inside her car.