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After having breakfast at the old house, Chen Dong waved goodbye to Xiao Chenhui and Xiao Rongguo, who were going out with him, and went out with Chen Zaisheng into the Dilu car. Chen Dong sat in the passenger seat, fastened his seatbelt, and watched Chen Zaisheng slowly back out of the parking space.

Now, all of the Chen brothers have learned to drive. Chen Zaixing, who is very conspicuous, has directly replaced his original black Mercedes-Benz 450 with a black Dilu.

The black Mercedes-Benz that was traded away was given to the fourth brother, Chen Zailong. After the brothers divided the family property, Chen Dong also gave a black high-end automatic luxury "Night White" to the third brother, Chen Zaiguang.

As for Chen Zaisheng, as the general manager of Xiaochi, he basically doesn't have to worry about cars. Chen Dong has a limousine and a Maybach parked in Jinbu, as well as two Dilu cars used for company receptions. Chen Zaisheng can drive them whenever he wants, but basically, except when he goes back to Lianzhai, he is driven by the company's driver.

As soon as the car, "Dilu," turned into the gate of Jinbu Industrial Park, a violent roar came from the test track. Secretary Qu Cai ran over, first closing the car door for Chen Dong, and then going around to the driver's side to help Chen Zaisheng park the car in the parking space.

"Xiao Qu, what's the situation at the test track?"

Qu Cai, who had just parked his car, jogged over and bowed to report to Chen Dong, "Mr. Chen, the motorcycle department has already trained Jueying yesterday, and they're testing it out on the test track right now."

Chen Dong became interested upon hearing this and said to his second brother, Chen Zaisheng, "Second brother, I'll go to the test track to take a look."

"Alright, you go ahead, I won't go," Chen Zaisheng said with a smile, waving as he walked into the factory office building with his briefcase.

The closer they got to the test track, the more violent the roar became. The screeching sounds exploded in the air like sonic booms. On the track, a red and yellow racing motorcycle flew past Chen Dong with a whoosh.

One car had barely flown past when another gray-blue race car sped past Chen Dong at low altitude. Chen Dong walked over to the technical director, Landau, patted him on the shoulder, and asked, "Will, how was it?"

Will Landau grinned, gave his boss Chen Dong a thumbs-up, and shouted, "Fantastic! I've never seen such a ferocious motorcycle. It lives up to its 180 horsepower. Look, boss!"

Landau pointed to two Jueying 500RR racing motorcycles circling back and forth on the test track, "Wal even reached a speed of 330 kilometers per hour. I thought the speedometer was malfunctioning, hahaha!"

Chen Dong patted Landau on the shoulder again and laughed heartily. This old man was the team's technical director that Chen Dong had poached from other French teams with high salaries. Along with Landau, the team of engineers and maintenance technicians for the race were also poached.

As for the two riders, one is German Wall Smithett and the other is Spanish William Rodrigo. Both were recommended to Chen Dong by Landau. Wall Smithett is 25 years old and has been involved in MotoGP racing for several years, so he is quite experienced.

William is relatively younger, only twenty years old this year. Lando saw this kid running laps on the track and was amazed by his talent. He originally planned to recommend him to his original team, but Lando was poached by Chen Dong, so naturally he recruited William into his team as well.

Chen Dong walked to the spare bike parked on the side. This one was painted all black with a red lightning bolt in the middle. The one-piece fairing covered the front and middle of the body, and the split low handlebars gave it a completely aggressive riding posture, giving this black "Shadow 500RR" an elegant and streamlined shape.

The beak-shaped front end features fierce-looking xenon headlights on both sides, resembling the piercing eyes of a tiger. In the center is the rectangular "horse" character logo of Xiaochi Motors, written in seal script. As Chen Dong turned the key, the rectangular "horse" character logo lit up, highlighting the brand's distinctiveness.

Chen Dong recruited Will Landau and others to form his own team. This year, at the MotoGP South Africa round, the Swift team will join the MotoGP for the first time as a manufacturer team.

To this end, Snapdragon has already invested at least two million US dollars. This is only the initial investment and does not include the four Shadow 500RR racing bikes that will be airlifted to South Africa, as well as various expenses for the team, etc.

Participating in such an international competition is mainly about spending money to showcase your company's models. Since it was their first time participating, Chen Dong didn't put too much pressure on Will Landau and his team; he just wanted them to aim for a top-five finish.

For this one competition in South Africa alone, Xiaochi Company will have to spend no less than 300,000 US dollars. Although Lando listened to his boss Chen Dong's idea that the main purpose was to accumulate experience, he still did his best to train him and did not want his boss Chen Dong to waste the 300,000 US dollars.

On the test track, two Jueying 500RR motorcycles were still speeding along. Thorne and Fan Guotao walked over together. Looking at Chen Dong standing beside the black race bike, Thorne exclaimed, "Mr. Chen, I didn't know that your Xiaochi team had the capability to develop racing motorcycles. This is truly astonishing!"

Chen Dong chuckled, spread his hands, turned to face the two Shadow cars speeding along the track, and gestured to Thorne to look for himself. This was the race our Xiaochi was about to participate in in South Africa.

Fan Guotao adjusted his glasses, bending down and leaning closer as if examining some rare treasure, clicking his tongue in amazement. "Mr. Chen, your Xiaochi really can make anything! I've never seen a motorcycle like this before. It must be incredibly expensive!"

"It only costs a little over 5 US dollars per unit. This one was specially made for racing. Once it's mass-produced and sold, the price will be relatively cheaper," Chen Dong said, touching the handlebars. Seeing Fan Guotao engrossed in the motorcycle, Chen Dong jokingly asked, "What's wrong, Fan factory? You guys at Shanghai Automotive Industry Corporation aren't interested in making racing motorcycles either, are you?"

"No, no, no," Fan Guotao hurriedly waved his hand, "Our Shanghai Automotive Industry Corporation (SAIC) is not as wealthy as your Xiaochi, nor do we have as many engineers or as many five-axis machine tools as you, which can process this kind of racing motorcycle engine specifically for racing."

Fan Guotao said this, but in his heart he was extremely envious. He wished that Shanghai Automotive could also produce such high-precision racing cars like the Xiaochi and go abroad to participate in international competitions.

If they can win a ranking again, then Shanghai Automotive Industry Corporation will be able to hold their heads high and walk around the Ministry of Industry with impunity, and even Huang Bin will have to put on a smiling face for them.

pity!

"Mr. Chen, what stroke is the engine of your motorcycle?"

"Water-cooled two-stroke, V4 engine, 499cc displacement, six-speed transmission," Chen Dong didn't intend to hide anything. The technology used in the Jueying was unique to Xiaochi, and the engine was still based on blueprints provided by the system at Chen Dong's expense.

"How many horsepower?"

"180 horsepower/12200 rpm!"

"Oh God!"