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

There is no other reason, because there is actually a racing car running inside.

Qin Chuan glanced at the messy environment, leaning towards the European architectural style, and saw that there were at least forty private rooms here. What made Qin Chuan frown was that at least ten of these private rooms were occupied.

He had already asked people to notify all the convoys here to leave, but until today, there are still people here.

Jiang Yue also realized something was wrong and whispered, "How about I go find the person in charge here and ask."

Qin Chuan grabbed her and said, "Let's take a look first, and we'll go together later."

He's here now, so there's no rush for this moment. He wants to see what kind of damage his racing track has become.

Qin Chuan just took a look at these drivers running on the track and knew that these were not ordinary players, but some so-called professional drivers. It was easy to distinguish between ordinary players and professional drivers trained by the team.

This means that the racing track has been closed to the outside world for a long time, but it is obvious that the real situation is that there are still people from the team training here, and there are a lot of them.

No wonder it took so long to ask the security guard for ink marks when I first came in.

Scanning his eyes, Qin Chuan observed the riders present. These riders were not bad at all, and were even a little better than the riders from the Tiancheng Team.

This is the racing culture of Nolai. The Nolai branch joined GP even earlier than China. It has produced moto2 level riders. Although the area is small, the racing culture is extremely strong. Domestic motorcycles are far more popular. Higher than China.

The reason for this is also because Nuolai's local motorcycles are a popular means of transportation.

Just when Qin Chuan was about to enter the nearby office building after a few rounds to see how the upper floors were doing, a large number of people suddenly gathered on the sidelines, attracting their attention.

Looking over, there were a large number of security guards in uniforms and team members in uniforms gathered among them. It seemed that the two people were quarreling.

Qin Chuan's attention was attracted for a moment.

"Come on, let's go and see the excitement."

Qin Chuan took Jiang Yue and prepared to join in the fun.

After getting closer, it was indeed a group of security guards who were quarreling with the team members on site. A group of people from Nolai were shouting in English.

What puzzled Qin Chuan was that among these people there was a Chinese face, and he seemed to be the head of these security guards.

This Chinese-faced female security guard was estimated to be in her thirties, with a medium-sized figure and fair skin. Qin Chuan was a little confused as to how a woman could work as a security guard here.

I vaguely understood that this woman seemed to have some mixed feelings.

It's not that Qin Chuan is confused, but most women are not interested in a place like the racing track.

Even most of the car models in the paddock, they don’t really like racing.

Qin and Chuan approached and heard the meaning of several people's words. The general meaning was that they were chasing people away!

The security guards were chasing the people from these teams, and it looked like the problem was indeed within the racing track.

Evict people? It's not too late to think about it now, Qin Chuan sneered.

He guessed that it was probably the security guard at the door who reported the news. It seemed that the top management of this racing track had a big problem.

The woman argued vigorously with the managers of these teams. The roughly translated meaning was the same as what Qin Chuan thought, which was to drive people away.

"Why, are you just thinking of chasing people away now?"z

Qin Chuan's voice came, with a standard English accent and a cold tone, which gave the feeling of calling for an accusation. After discovering this incident, Qin Chuan figured out that all the senior management of this racing track would need to be replaced.

No one from Nuolai Country will be left behind, all will be replaced by our own people, outsiders, unreliable!

Now it's easier to make a big fuss!

An angry voice came out, and the two groups who were arguing were stunned when they heard it. The security group headed by the woman was awed when they saw Qin Chuan's figure.

Yellow skin, oriental face. .

This is...the real boss of the racing circuit is coming.

Huang Yuan saw Qin Chuan, her eyes tightened, her tone became nervous, and she speeded up her communication.

On the contrary, the team managers looked very unkind and shouted directly at Qin Chuan. "Are you the person in charge here? Special code, refund the money!"

Several shouts reached Qin Chuan's ears.

The people present in these convoys sounded excited and looked like victims.

money back?

Qin Chuan's eyes flashed and he subconsciously looked at the woman, Huang Ying.

Huang Ying's eyes flickered, and she finally sighed and walked up. She is the head of these security guards. From the current point of view, she is indeed the person in charge here, and he should come forward. What's more, he is still Chinese.

Qin Chuan showed up, and everyone present recognized him. Most of the people who came to this racing track knew Qin Chuan as the new boss here, and this new boss was also very unusual. He was a former world champion. The top driver, although the championship is not the most valuable motogp, it is enough to have a good reputation.

There is no world champion in their entire country.

As the woman approached, Jiang Yue and Qin Chuan focused their attention on Huang Ying, who was wearing uniform. Jiang Yue also wondered why a woman would take up a profession like security and be a captain.

"Boss, this..."

Qin Chuan looked at the hesitant look of the woman in front of him, and the anger in his heart became even stronger. He was about to speak, but the woman opposite sighed and said directly.

"Actually, this has nothing to do with us, Boss Qin. This is all the intention of the top management of the racing track."

Huang Ying gave a wry smile, spread her hands, and said that she was just a little guy who carried out the orders from above. She spoke standard Chinese, and looked very friendly from outside.

Qin Chuan glanced over and happened to see the calluses on Huang Ying's palm, only at the four joints where the palm connected to the fingers. Qin Chuan frowned slightly, which was a little strange, but now was not the time to think about this.

"Come on, take me to see it."

"Hey, you can't leave. We all paid money and you can't drive me away."

"Don't worry, I will solve your problems."

Following Huang Ying all the way into the office building, this was the first Chinese person Qin Chuan saw when he came here. There are many foreigners in the capital of Nuolai, but most of them are Westerners.

Entering the office building, as an office space inside such a huge racing track, these high-rise buildings inside the racing track can be compared to a small community, or even more impressive. The tallest one actually has thirty-three floors.

Qin Chuan also came from this building.

In the top-level office, Huang Ying knocked on the door of the office. As Qin Chuan walked into the room, a man with a Nuolai face inside the room felt cold all over his body and his legs were shaking uncontrollably.

Didn’t the boss say he wouldn’t come until next week? Why are he here now?

"Mr. Zawa, please give me an explanation."

Qin Chuan strode quickly and sat down on the sofa area of ​​the office, looking coldly at the middle-aged man in front of him.