Hai City International Race Track

After finishing his conversation with Zhao Mengrou, Su Yang also asked Lu Yun and Gu Xiaoman about taking time off. As expected, neither of them could get away.

The main reason was that the notification was too sudden, and it required several days off, which most companies wouldn't approve.

Su Yang smiled helplessly and let it go. He returned to his bedroom and changed into a crisp white T-shirt and gray casual shorts.

He glanced at his watch. It was already 12:30.

"It's about time to leave."

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

"I'm about to head out. It's the Hai City International Circuit, right?"

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

"Okay, okay, I'm leaving right now."

Just as he put his phone away, another notification sound chimed.

Su Yang opened it again. This time, it was a group message from Liu Bo.

Sweeping the Army: @everyone, Brother Meng has already booked the flight tickets. It's at 5:45. We also need to go to the racetrack later. Brother Meng suggests everyone pack their luggage and bring it with them now. After the race, we'll find a place to eat, and then head straight to the airport.

Little Bug in the Dark Night: Received!

Snowflake in Winter: Received.

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

Lonely as I Am: Then hurry home and pack. It's still early, no need to rush.

Green Grass: Alright.

Su Yang looked at the message and replied. He was just about to leave, so the message came at a good time.

He went back to his bedroom and casually threw a few short-sleeved shirts and shorts into his backpack. He didn't even need his suitcase.

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

Half an hour later, Su Yang drove to the Hai City International Circuit.

As soon as he arrived at the main entrance, a very conspicuous orange Lamborghini Aventador sped towards him from not far away.

Su Yang slowed down upon seeing it. He rolled down his car window and saw that the person inside was Meng Wenzhou.

He smiled and honked his horn.

Beep beep beep~

Meng Wenzhou saw this, drove his car next to Su Yang's, leaned out, and shouted, "Brother Su?"

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

"Hehe, this car is better the flashier it is. Your car is nice too."

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

"It's not about the price. My car might not be able to outrun your turbos."

"We'll find out later."

Meng Wenzhou smiled faintly, "Alright, let's go in first. I've already booked the entire place."

Meng Wenzhou then stepped on the gas and drove into the racetrack.

The security guard at the entrance saw the approaching Aventador. He had seen this car a few times before, and his boss had also personally instructed him. He naturally knew who was arriving.

He quickly raised the automatic barrier at the entrance.

Meng Wenzhou stopped his car at the entrance and said with a smile, "The few cars coming behind me are all my friends. Let them all in."

"Yes, yes, certainly." The security guard replied with a smile.

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

Su Yang followed Meng Wenzhou, and the two arrived on the straight track on the side of the spectator stands.

This straight section was 1233 meters long and 18 meters wide, perfect for all sorts of supercars to compete in drag races.

Moreover, the scale of the Hai City International Circuit was top-notch. It was the second professional racetrack in the country, after Shanghai, that could host F1 races.

The fact that Meng Wenzhou could book an entire racetrack of this caliber was enough to show his connections and capabilities.

Su Yang definitely couldn't match him in this regard, whether it was money or connections. However, he was sustainably developing. As long as he was given time, he could become the world's richest man.

Su Yang got out of the car and looked up at the racetrack. Meng Wenzhou also got out of his car.

"Wow, this racetrack is impressive! It's just like you, Brother Meng!"

Meng Wenzhou smiled, "It's a small matter."

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

Meng Wenzhou thought for a moment, "Normally, it's 300,000 a day. But I know the owner here, and he waived it all for me."

"Impressive, impressive. This is a great place. I'll come here to play when I want to race in the future."

"Ding, detected host's first visit to a professional racetrack. Mood is pleasant. Reward: 300,000."

While the two were chatting, others began to arrive.

The first to arrive was Pan Ning, who pulled up beside them in a red Ferrari SF90.

Looking at Su Yang's 911 turbos, she removed her sunglasses with a slender, delicate hand. "Is this your car?"

Su Yang nodded with a smile. "Yeah, it's alright, isn't it?"

"It's alright, but it definitely can't outrun mine."

"It might not beat you in a straight line, but you definitely won't beat me on the whole track."

"Then shall we try it later?"

"Sure!"

Just as they finished speaking, the fatty Liu Bo arrived. He was driving a black Maybach GLS600. He wasn't here to compete today.

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

Next to arrive were Shen Yixue and her boyfriend, Zhang Ziming, also known as "Hei Ye Xiao Chong."

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

Seeing this, Su Yang thought to himself, Damn, so he's a second-generation rich kid too. It looks like it'll be a bit difficult to increase Shen Yixue's favorability. But it doesn't matter, she's just a tool anyway.

With everyone present, Pan Ning was wearing a gray camisole and sexy hot pants, her long, fair legs incredibly eye-catching.

However, only Su Yang looked openly. Meng Wenzhou, being Pan Ning's cousin, naturally had no such thoughts. Liu Bo was a bit afraid of Pan Ning and didn't dare to steal a glance the entire time.

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

Su Yang looked towards Zhang Ziming.

He was 182 cm tall, with a proper, well-proportioned build, neither fat nor thin, and sported a neat buzz cut. In terms of looks alone, he couldn't compare to Su Yang or Meng Wenzhou, but he had a great aura and a decent physique, making him a definite sporty type.

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

Seeing that Su Yang was excellent in both his attire and looks, especially the watch on his hand, he took a second glance.

In reality, many wealthy individuals are quite exclusive, specifically looking down on those less fortunate.

However, Su Yang's overall condition was very good, leaving Zhang Ziming with a positive first impression.

He stepped forward, extended his hand to Su Yang, and smiled, "You must be Su Yang?"

Su Yang politely extended his hand to shake his. "Yes, what should I call you, brother?"

"Zhang Ziming. It's nice to meet you. I apologize for not being there last time when you all were drinking, but since you're friends with Old Meng and Fatty, we're friends from now on."

"Let's spend more time together in the future. I believe we'll definitely become friends in the truest sense."

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

Meng Wenzhou walked over and smiled, "I befriended Brother Su precisely because of his personality. We should hang out more often anyway."

"Definitely."

"Are you guys going to keep greeting each other like a bunch of old ladies? Can we start already?" Pan Ning said impatiently, arms crossed, leaning against the front of her car.

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

"Park the cars properly. The track is wide enough for four cars to race together. Let's start with a 400-meter drag race."

As Pan Ning spoke, she got into her car.