There was quite a traffic jam in the morning, and we didn't get back to the villa until 9:40.
"You go change your clothes first, I'm going to the bathroom~" Su Yang quickly ran into the bathroom.
Pan Ning went to Su Yang's bedroom, opened the closet and found a loose gray-purple T-shirt to change into.
It was quite hot today, so she took off her tight jeans and changed into a pair of refreshing hot pants.
Ten minutes later, Su Yang also returned to his room and changed his clothes. Then the two of them went into the yard and got into their respective cars.
"Let's go, it's too late~" Su Yang shouted to Pan Ning.
"good."
The two men drove two supercars, one red and one yellow, out of the villa and headed towards the Qinglian Lake area.
At 10:55, Su Yang and Pan Ning arrived at the gate of Qinglian Mountain Racing Circuit.
The area around the racetrack was extremely empty and felt a bit desolate.
A road leading to the gate is flanked by two spacious parking lots.
There were a lot of weeds growing in the gaps around the parking lot, and it hadn't been taken care of for a long time. There was no car in the parking lot at the moment.
The two thought they had taken the wrong path, but the big words on the top of the gate in front of them were correct: it was the Haicheng Qinglian Mountain Racing Circuit.
The paint on some of the words has turned white.
To the right rear of the gate there is a building about four or five stories high and sixty to seventy meters wide, which looks like a grandstand for a racetrack.
Su Yang tilted his head to take a look and then dialed Meng Wenzhou's number.
After a few rings, the phone was connected.
"Hey, Lao Su, are you here?"
"I'm at the door. I see it's open. Can I go in directly?"
"Sure, Fatty and I are already inside, just come in. Are you alone?"
"Pan Pan is here too."
"Okay, come on in. After you enter, drive a little further and turn right at the intersection. Then go straight and you'll see us."
"good."
After hanging up the phone, Su Yang shouted to Pan Ning on his left, "You can come in. Come on, follow me."
"OK."
Su Yang drove into the racetrack first, followed closely by Pan Ning.
After entering the door, the two drove forward for dozens of meters and then saw the racetrack. After arriving at the track, they turned right.
After driving forward for a few dozen meters, I saw two supercars parked by the stands on the right.
It was Meng Wenzhou’s Bugatti Chiron and Liu Bo’s Lamborghini Nissan.
Su Yang and Pan Ning quickly drove the car to the side of the two cars and stopped. Meng Wenzhou and Liu Bo walked out of the room on the first floor of the stands, accompanied by three middle-aged men they had never seen before.
Liu Bo was the first to shout, "Brother Yang, sister-in-law, you're here."
Su Yang got out of the car and asked with a smile: "When did you arrive?"
"It's only been more than ten minutes."
"Where are Ziming and the others?"
"On the way, should be here soon."
Su Yang nodded and looked at Meng Wenzhou: "Old Meng, have you called Qin He?"
"I just finished fighting him. He'll be here in about ten minutes."
"good."
"By the way, let me introduce you. These two are the owners of the racetrack, Zhang Chengjun, Mr. Zhang. This is Huo Shan, Mr. Huo. And this is Gao Yongchao, Mr. Gao, the manager in charge of the daily operations of the racetrack."
"This is my good brother Su Yang, and this is my cousin Pan Ning." Meng Wenzhou introduced the people on both sides to each other.
When the three saw Su Yang and the car behind him, they knew that this person was no ordinary person. Needless to say, Pan Ning was Meng Wenzhou's cousin, so she must be a rich girl.
Several people quickly stepped forward and shook hands with Su Yang first.
"You are Mr. Su, right?"
"It's me."
"We just heard President Meng talk about you. You're really young and promising. Amazing!"
"You're welcome."
After the three of them exchanged a few simple greetings with Su Yang and Pan Ning, they said, "How about we go in and sit for a while? We've prepared some refreshments."
"good."
Everyone moved into the room and sat down to drink tea, rest and wait for others.
At this time, Liu Bo asked: "Mr. Zhang, Mr. Huo, is the track now open for driving?"
"Of course. Although we don't take care of it much now, we still have someone take care of the track every week. After all, some people come here to run laps from time to time."
"Oh, that's fine."
"Sigh, it's embarrassing to say that such a large racetrack only has racing enthusiasts coming here to run laps for fun. Others don't even choose us to host small events, but insist on booking at the Haicheng International Racetrack. I really don't understand what's wrong with us here."
"Although we can't compare to the Haicheng International Circuit as a whole, we can still easily host small regional events. However, it's like we've been cursed. We haven't hosted any events since the beginning of last year."
Meng Wenzhou took a sip of tea and said, "It's mainly because the Haicheng International Circuit has hosted F1, and it has a good location, complete facilities, and a high-level track, so it's famous."
Zhang Chengjun smiled bitterly, shook his head, and refilled their tea. "Well, let's not talk about this anymore. Anyway, if you guys really take over this place in the future, even if we're no longer the bosses, we still sincerely hope that you can make it a success."
"Yes, let's do it for him and prove himself!" Huo Shan said, pounding the table.
Su Yang picked up his teacup and said, "Could you please tell me what the bosses were doing before they started this racetrack?"
Zhang Chengjun smiled and said, "Real estate related."
"But don't be fooled by the fact that we used to work in real estate, which might sound unrelated to racing, but we all really like racing and have a certain understanding of it."
"Because the real estate business has been tough in recent years, we hit it off and decided to build this racetrack," Huo Shan added.
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