Returning wealthy individuals develop their hometowns and become rich in the 1980s

"The match begins!"

As soon as commentator Mair finished speaking, all five red lights went out, and the drivers on the track instantly launched themselves like arrows released from a bow, the roar of their engines immediately drowning out the cheers from the stands.

"America truck driver Eddie Lawson, who is in first position driving the No. 25 Jamaica YZR500, is known for his extraordinary calmness and pure talent. His driving style has an almost brutal efficiency that is out of place with his surroundings, making him an elusive and unique presence on the track."

"Freddy Spencer, the Amery truck driver who drove the No. 36 motorcycle, the Kida Shinsei NSR500, in second position, was recognized as one of the greatest motorcycle racers of the early 1980s for his exceptional talent and amazing speed on the track, and was nicknamed 'The Express'."

"Third position is occupied by German rider Wol Smithett, driving the new JY500RR, number 53. This exceptionally talented young prodigy has captivated motorcycle enthusiasts from his very first appearance on the track with his near-absolute control. He is a rising superstar in MotoGP, and we eagerly await his future performance!"

"The fourth position is also occupied by a Swift driver..."

Commentator Maier's interlude-style commentary introduces the drivers on the track to viewers who have just turned on their TVs or entered the racecourse as quickly as possible.

"Wow! The straight-line acceleration of the JY500RR race car, number 53, from China is like a shooting star streaking across the sky!"

On the track, #53 Smithett had a perfect start, moving from third to run alongside the leader #25 Lawson just before turn one. #64 Rodrigo was even more aggressive, jumping from fourth to second and closely following #25 Lawson.

"Lawson is in danger! He's being sandwiched between two Speedster drivers, cutting inside! Oh! What did I just see? Rodrigo, number 64, is forcing his way over on the outside! He's overtaken him! My God!"

Commentator Maier exclaimed in disbelief. On the very first turn, the Swift Shadow 500RR demonstrated its almost terrifying cornering acceleration to the audience, which startled Lawson, number 25.

Such terrifying acceleration left the other riders somewhat astonished. By the very first corner, the two red and yellow painted Jueying 500RR had already left the other riders far behind, making them the second group.

"The Jueying 500RR's starting and acceleration capabilities are amazing! Kima, Yama, and other riders like Kawaki were clearly caught off guard," the commentator Maier's voice boomed as he spoke at breakneck speed.

A bizarre scene unfolded on the track: two Jueying 500RR motorcycles streaked across the track like two red shooting stars, leaving a considerable distance between them and the second group following behind. Smithett and Rodrigo seemed to be strolling leisurely, as if they were training on the test track of the Jinbu Industrial Park in Tuocheng.

Lando, in the repair area, clenched his fist and burst into laughter, almost dropping his chewing gum. "See that? That's the power of our Shadow 500RR!"

Commentator Meyer practically shouted, "Smithset in number 53 is 0.4 seconds faster than his teammate Rodrigo in number 64! But Rodrigo in number 64 is a full three seconds faster than Lawson in number 25, who is in third place! My God! This is insane!"

"The acceleration of the Jueying 500RR is terrifying! The engineers from manufacturers like Kida and Yamaha must be scratching their heads right now, wondering how they squeezed out so much power from this Chinese racing motorcycle?"

Inside the private box, Xiao Rongguo couldn't tell who was in the lead. All he saw was a bunch of brightly colored cars whizzing by. He was so anxious that he kept stamping his feet and tugging at his brother, asking, "Brother, who's in front? Did we win?"

Xiao Chenhui pointed to the track and said, "Those two red and yellow cars are ours. We're in first and second place now." Xiao Rongguo nodded, seemingly understanding, then leaned against the glass and shouted, "Go! Go!"

As the race reached the eighth lap, the leaders, Smithett and Rodrigo, had already pulled ahead of the second group by a full six seconds. Just as Boll clenched his fist in excitement, thinking the race would end with the Jueying 500RR leading all the way, dark clouds gathered on the horizon, and the flags along the track began to be torn and fluttered by the wind.

"Damn weathermen, I wish I could pin them under my toilet," Landau grumbled as he began directing people to change the spare race car's tires to rain tires.

The wind picked up, whipping up dust from the side of the track. White flags with red Xs were displayed to warn the drivers that it was raining ahead and they needed to be more cautious.

When the first drop of rain hit Landau’s face, Smithett and Rodrigo had already missed their chance to enter the pit lane. When the track displayed a white flag indicating that the drivers could enter the nearest pit lane to change their wet tires, Lawson, number 25, almost without thinking, headed for the pit lane.

"Damn it," Landau muttered, watching the two Shadow 500RR motorcycles speeding along the wet, slippery track on slick tires on the screen. He couldn't help but feel a chill for Smithett and Rodrigo. "Please, please don't crash!"

The other members of the Xiaochi team were also silently encouraging the two riders, saying, "Hang in there, hurry up and get to the pits. As long as you don't crash, we can still catch up!"

Lawson, number 25, who had changed to rain tires, sped out of the pit area. As he drove his race bike over two crooked Jueying 500RRs, a smirk crept onto his face under his helmet.

Kid, winning first doesn't mean you've won. With such a huge gap, let's see how you catch up!

"Oh! This rain came at the worst possible time. Numbers 53 and 64 missed their chance to enter the pits. By the time they get into the pit lane and change their wet tires, they'll be at least ten seconds behind," commentator Meyer sighed, feeling sorry for Smithette and Rodrigo.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the water on the track was getting more and more piling up. Because they hadn't pitted, they were still using slick tires to keep going. The two Jueying 500RRs were swaying left and right like drunkards on the slippery track, afraid that they would slide off the track if they weren't careful.

Landau stared at the sky, his face growing increasingly grim. When he saw Smithett and his companion slowly drive into the maintenance area, he practically yelled into the walkie-talkie, "They're in! Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

The two arrived at the repair area one after the other. The team had already changed the spare bike to rain tires and was warming it up for them. Smith jumped off the bike, quickly got on the spare bike, and before he could even say a word, he twisted the throttle and sped off.

Rodrigo, grumbling, climbed onto the spare bike. Landau, worried that he might get agitated from falling behind, grabbed his helmet and shouted, "Stay calm, William, we can win!"

Rodrigo nodded vigorously to indicate that he understood, twisted the accelerator, and the front of the car almost lifted off the ground. He sped off, closely following Smithette, and rushed out of the pit lane.