Riding a Kawasaki H2 to chase the high-speed rail, the school beauty was moved to tears

Qin Chuan glanced around the racing track. As expected, this track is also a first-class track. It is established in the capital and is not small in scale.

There were still people training above. Qin Chuan took a quick look and found that the strength of these passers-by was generally higher than those on the Magic City Circuit.

How to tell the difference is very simple. Look at the wiring. People here almost never make wiring mistakes. They are all very standard. It is rare for passers-by to reach this level.

Qin Chuan didn't have too many surprises about this. Xu Hong had vaccinated him before he came. With foreign policy support, they should be ahead of the curve when it comes to racing.

Motorcycles are niche in China, but they are not niche abroad. This is why Xu Hong suggested that Qinchuan should take this path.

Top-level competitions will be broadcast in dozens of countries at the same time, and even motogp will be broadcast in more than [-] countries. As long as it can be promoted, the influence will be unprecedented. The fans of Chinese GP riders may not be as many as those of top stars. , but in terms of celebrity status and status, there is no comparison in the entertainment industry.

It's totally a small thing and a big one. The top riders are the big brothers among the big brothers. Don't mention the quality of fans or annual salary. From a purely capital perspective, one is the long-term support of capital, and the other is seeking capital.

Moreover, the quality of GP fans is far from comparable to that of the entertainment industry, and the quantity cannot be compared. Foreign media have calculated that during the horse king's peak period, about [-] to [-] out-of-town fans came to watch a game. When champion Rossi was at his peak, fans even flew over in helicopters.

Every time we go to a race in a country, in addition to the locals, there are also [-] to [-] fans from other countries who come to watch the race abroad. The purchasing power of GP fans is far beyond compare. You must know that this is just the scene, and it is broadcast in more than [-] countries. , I don’t know how many fans are watching the live broadcast at home.

Follow the blonde beauty into the interior of the P-room. The interior of the P-room is no different from the P-room in Shanghai, except for the car, which is parts and some tools.

As soon as he entered, Qin Chuan saw an old man with white hair and blue eyes lying on the ground adjusting the racing car. If nothing else, this white-haired foreigner should be the former motogp chief technician and the father of the beautiful boss.

"Dad, people are here."

The blond woman shouted something to the old man on the ground. It seemed that she didn't hear it clearly the first time. She shouted again, and the old man on the ground slowly got up from under the car as if he heard her.

"You are Qin Chuan."

The old man in front of him patted the dust on his hands and wiped them with a rag. Without looking at Qin Chuan, the voice came from far away.

"Yes, old sir, I am."

Qin Chuan wondered if the old man in front of him didn't know him. At least he had seen the photo, or how could he have chosen him.

Qin Chuan didn't know that the person who selected him was not the old gentleman in front of him, but the owner of the team, the blond girl next to him.

"Okay, Tuka, come out and test the strength of your new teammates."

After wiping his hands, the old man turned and looked towards Qin Chuan. He looked up and down carefully with a serious look in his eyes. When Qin Chuan saw this look, he felt very professional.

Following the old man's call, a young man emerged from the lounge in the P room. He also had blue eyes, blond hair, a thin body, and a standard driver's figure.

"Hey, Master, are you looking for me?"

"Well, let's run around with your new teammate."

The blond young man in front of him looked younger than Qin Chuan, and he still had a lively energy. Hearing these words, he secretly looked at Qin Chuan, and his eyes turned quickly.

"Huh? Oriental."

"You kid, please pay attention to what you say, so that others can understand you."

Tuka glanced at the old man and was about to speak, but the old man's words made him hold back.

"Okay, now that you have entered our motorcade, I will protect you from now on. Come with me."

Tuka curled his lips and took Qin Chuan to prepare the car.

Hearing this, Qin Chuan couldn't laugh or cry.

According to Qin Chuan's data, the old man quickly adjusted the two racing cars. Qin Chuan had never seen this tuning method, but Qin Chuan believed in the technology [-]%.

After simple debugging, Qin Chuan tried the car.

Somehow, Qin Chuan feels that this bike is faster than the one he rode in China. They are all V4. Could it be that the tuning can really make such a big difference in speed?

"It's not about training, it's just that there are some parts you don't have over there."

The car stopped at the door of Room P. At this time, the old man came over and Qin Chuan glanced at him.

"Components?"

"Some original factory upgraded parts are only available here, and you can't get them there."

The most basic part of racing car tuning is to replace parts. Some are modified parts produced by the manufacturers themselves. These things are only available in the West, so there will be a slight difference in the performance of the tuned car.

Qin Chuan simply adapted to it, nodded, and made sure he was ready. Then he pulled down the helmet lens and prepared to go on the track.

The blond boy named Tuka next to him had already changed into a racing leather jacket. The opponent's car was a Yamaha R1. This car can be said to be Qinchuan's old rival, with a very high attendance rate.

"System, help me evaluate the winning rate."

"Ding, the evaluation is complete, and the overall winning rate is [-]%."

"Hey, as long as you can keep up with me."

The other party's voice came over, and Qin Chuan's eyes narrowed. As expected, this little guy is not simple.

There was no fighting. The two entered the exit tunnel one after the other. The moment the tires stepped on the track, they both started accelerating at the same time.

Qin Chuan's faster car took the lead, while Tuka's Yamaha R1 was slightly behind in the starting stage.

After the start, Tuka's expression became much more serious, changing from his previous playful demeanor.

This track has similarities with the one in Magic City. Qin Chuan took a brief look at it before and found that there are two big straight lines and a total of sixteen turns, six left turns and ten right turns.

The ratio of curves and straight lines is similar to that of Magic City, but the terrain of this track is completely opposite to that of Magic City, with ups and downs, and several right-hand bends are on slopes.

The ground of the track is flat, but the terrain may not always be flat. Due to the terrain, the crash rate of this track remains high in the motogp and wsbk stations.

The first corner is the same as most tracks, a common right-hand turn, and Qin Chuan passed it in a very standardized posture.

He couldn't see behind him, but Qin Chuan was still a little stressed based on the winning rate analysis given by the system.

"Ana, you picked a good person."

John stood in the audience and stared at the big screen with his old eyes. He briefly looked at two turns. The former chief technician of MotoGP gave Qin Chuan high praise.

"Dad, do you think his riding style resembles that of a human being?"

Annabelle smiled slightly and took off her gold-rimmed glasses. She was always confident in her vision.

"Huh? It does look very similar to the robots of the past, but it's just the posture. We have to wait and see to know the specific style."

After hearing his daughter's words, John took a closer look. He had never watched Qin Chuan play before, and today was the first time.