Ye Chen rode his motorcycle to the racetrack.
This is the largest private racetrack in Modu.
Of course, getting in here to race has a very high threshold.
Just approaching the racetrack, Ye Chen heard the roar of racing on the mountain road.
Even just being in this kind of environment can make oneРІР‚в„ўs blood boil.
At this moment, many people were discussing.
TodayРІР‚в„ўs race is so exciting. ItРІР‚в„ўs said that the two most incredible motorcycle Car Gods from Hua Country are here.
"Incredible, the tickets can even be resold for a hundred thousand."
"One hundred thousand for a ticket!"
After Ye Chen and Zhao Ying paid, they rode their motorcycle into the racetrack.
Turning his head, Ye Chen noticed Zhao YingРІР‚в„ўs chest was still trembling.
The recent experience on the drifting motorcycle was obviously very thrilling for Zhao Ying.
Zhao YingРІР‚в„ўs pretty face was flushed, and the sensation just now was like a dream.
Though a bit scared, she was extremely excited.
This girl is really different from the other girls I know.
Zhao Ying, excited, said, "Ye Chen, your driving skills are amazing, I really admire you. How did you take that turn? I thought we were going to go off the mountain."
Ye Chen chuckled, "ThatРІР‚в„ўs a drifting skill on a motorcycle that only professional racers can perform."
Professional racers?
"Are you a professional motorcycle racer?"
Ye Chen shook his head, "Although IРІР‚в„ўm not a professional racer, professional racers shouldnРІР‚в„ўt be a match for me either."
Seeing Ye ChenРІР‚в„ўs motorcycle, many people looked surprised.
Oh my god, thatРІР‚в„ўs an Augusta, right?
Yes, yes, IРІР‚в„ўve seen this motorcycle online before, seems it costs over 25 million, itРІР‚в„ўs the Ferrari among motorcycles.
Many peopleРІР‚в„ўs eyes were on the cool Augusta at that moment.
"ItРІР‚в„ўs said that this motorcycle is very difficult to control, to ride it youРІР‚в„ўd need at least two months of training."
"Incredible, anyone who can ride this motorcycle must be a master."
"Wow, the beauty on the back seat is so gorgeous."
Many people were buzzing about Ye Chen, Zhao Ying, and that cool motorcycle.
Ye Chen looked around, and the racetrack was filled with luxury cars.
BMWs and Benzes were considered low-end here.
Maseratis, Lamborghinis, and Ferraris were everywhere.
There were also several motorcycles worth tens of millions.
Zhao Ying exclaimed, "ThereРІР‚в„ўs a classic race today, itРІР‚в„ўs the showdown between the two top motorcycle riders in Hua Country, Zhang Peng and Sun Hao."
"Are these two people very skilled?" Ye Chen asked curiously.
"Recently, Congcong and Ding Bo from the Modu rich second generation circle fell out with each other over a social media influencer. They each hired the top motorcycle riders from Hua Country to settle the score here."
"Oh, I see." Ye Chen nodded.
Hiring the countryРІР‚в„ўs top motorcycle riders must cost a lot of money. Only those affluent and bored rich second generations would do such a thing.
The two were chatting by the motorcycle when a devilishly figured, sexy and charming woman walked over.
"Xiaoying, you brought your little boyfriend to the race today?"
"Sister Hua, thatРІР‚в„ўs not it!"
"Haha, your face is all red, still shy in front of Sister Hua."
Zhao Ying quickly introduced, "Ye Chen, this is Sister Hua, sheРІР‚в„ўs the manager of this racetrack."
Ye Chen smiled and extended his hand, "Nice to meet you, Sister Hua."
Sister Hua shook Ye ChenРІР‚в„ўs hand, her beautiful eyes scanning him.
"Xiaoying, you have a good eye, found such a handsome guy."
"Sister Hua, stop teasing." Being teased by Sister Hua, Zhao YingРІР‚в„ўs pretty face turned even redder.
"By the way, thereРІР‚в„ўs a motorcycle race today, do you want to participate?" Sister Hua asked.
Zhao Ying looked at Ye Chen.
Ye Chen nodded, "Sign me up, Sister Hua, IРІР‚в„ўm going for the S-Class."
"S-Class?" Sister Hua was momentarily stunned.
S-Class is the highest level in motorcycle racing.
"Are you sure about the S-Class? The participants are all professional or semi-professional riders," Sister Hua said with a smile.
Ye Chen nodded, "Yes, if IРІР‚в„ўm going to play, IРІР‚в„ўll play with the experts, otherwise winning isnРІР‚в„ўt fun."
Hearing Ye ChenРІР‚в„ўs arrogant words, Sister Hua smiled.
Many young people think their driving skills are good, but once they sign up for S-Class, they get overwhelmed when comparing.
The skills of professional and semi-professional riders are on an entirely different level from ordinary riders.
Sister Hua nodded, "Alright then, if you want to sign up, IРІР‚в„ўll register you. The registration fee is 200,000."
Ye Chen couldnРІР‚в„ўt help but marvel, this private racetrack really knows how to take money, 100,000 for tickets, 200,000 for the registration fee, and without doing anything, 300,000 is gone.
But this kind of private racing is supposed to be a game for the wealthy, so twenty or thirty thousand means nothing to these rich second generations.
Ye Chen directly swiped his card, 300,000 was nothing to him.
Thinking of how he used to worry about rent costs of just a few thousand made Ye Chen sigh, having money is great.
Sister Hua asked, "What model is your motorcycle?"
Ye Chen pointed to the motorcycle beside him.
Augusta?
The cigarette in Sister HuaРІР‚в„ўs mouth fell to the ground with a plop.
She excitedly ran up to the motorcycle, caressing it like a beloved toy.
"Oh my, this really is an Augusta, the Ferrari among motorcycles. I used to read about it online and thought it was amazing, but I never expected to see it in person today."
Sister Hua stroked the motorcycle, her face full of envy.
"Ye Chen, can I have a go?"
Ye Chen nodded, "But this motorcycle is a bit hard to control, let me teach you first."
"Alright!"
Sister Hua sat on the motorcycle while Ye Chen taught her how to control it from behind.
Being a motorcycle expert, Sister HuaРІР‚в„ўs comprehension was strong, and she quickly picked it up.
But Ye Chen wasnРІР‚в„ўt entirely reassured, since this is one of the hardest motorcycles to control.
"How about I sit behind you, in case thereРІР‚в„ўs an issue I can help."
"Okay."
Sister Hua and Ye Chen put on their helmets and started the motorcycle.
"Whoa, whoРІР‚в„ўs that guy sitting behind Sister Hua?"
"How incredible, getting to ride with Sister Hua."
"IРІР‚в„ўve been hanging around this racetrack for years, itРІР‚в„ўs the first time IРІР‚в„ўve seen a man sitting on Sister HuaРІР‚в„ўs motorcycle."
Listening to people around gossip, Zhao Ying didnРІР‚в„ўt know why she felt a twinge of jealousy.
Could it be, that I really love this man so much?
Vroom! Vroom! Vroom!
Sister Hua rode the Augusta towards the mountain road.
Seeing this scene, Ding Bo frowned, "Who is that guy sitting behind Sister Hua?"
"I donРІР‚в„ўt know, first time here, seems heРІР‚в„ўs not from our circle, came with Zhao Ying."
"Xiaoying?" Ding BoРІР‚в„ўs face darkened upon hearing this.
After a lap, Sister Hua was all excitement.
Indeed, Augusta is too cool.
Looking at Ye Chen, a glint of coldness flashed in Ding BoРІР‚в„ўs eyes.
However, at this moment, Wang Congcong walked over.
The crowdРІР‚в„ўs attention was once again drawn to Wang Congcong and Ding Bo.

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