Financial freedom begins in Vietnam

While waiting for the various accessories to be installed, Chen Junhe spent another $3000 to buy three sets of Ducati professional summer riding suits.

According to Ashun, this summer cycling outfit is specially designed for hot and humid tropical climates and has excellent breathability and sweat-wicking properties, so it won't feel too stuffy even when cycling under the scorching sun.

Chen Junhe only changed into a cycling T-shirt and cycling pants, and didn't want to wear that cool-looking long-sleeved cycling jacket.

Put the rest of your riding clothes in the motorcycle's tail box.

After changing his clothes, Chen Junhe has broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs. The fitted cycling T-shirt outlines his well-defined muscle lines. Although he is wearing a colorful motorcycle outfit, he looks cool and roguish.

The reason why the blond guy riding the ghost fire is so popular with young girls is because he has a wildness and unruliness that is absent in well-behaved young people amidst his colorful appearance.

Chen Junhe's muscular physique, coupled with the Ducati next to him, gave him an added sense of power that the blond guy lacked.

Only those Vietnamese-style flip-flops seemed out of place.

But it was precisely these slippers that allowed Chen Junhe to blend better into his surroundings.

Vietnamese people drive in flip-flops, and the transportation department once tried to ban this behavior, but was forced to give up because Vietnamese people are used to wearing flip-flops even in formal occasions.

Chen Junhe is now quite used to wearing slippers to various occasions.

"Ah He, if you need any car maintenance or anything, just come to Xiong Ge."

Li Wenxiong patted Chen Junhe on the back with the same smile, but his tone now revealed more sincerity.

The reason for such a big change in attitude was that Chen Junhe had taken a test ride on the motorcycle after the parts were installed.

Before even starting the motorcycle, he lifted the handlebars and did a U-turn on the spot, looking as relaxed as if he were lifting the handlebars of a mountain bike.

For Chen Junhe, it was just a subconscious action. After his physique improved, he did not specifically measure his strength limit.

But lifting a motorcycle is still a piece of cake.

I don't plan to participate in any sports competitions or bodybuilding. Being a strongman in a normal life is just fine.

Having great strength in life also brings many conveniences, such as being able to lift someone up and stand up to kick them.

Chen Junhe's U-turn was very natural, but the extraordinary power he displayed almost made Li Wenxiong's eyes pop out. As someone who rides motorcycles, he knew all too well the significance of such a move.

While some skilled motorcyclists can also achieve such a smooth start, Chen Junhe did it with the motorcycle completely off the ground.

He immediately realized that the Chinese man introduced by his friend was no ordinary person.

The attitude immediately changed.

"Thank you, Xiong-ge. I might need to bother you often in the future."

Face is something you give to each other. Chen Junhe shook Li Wenxiong's hand vigorously, and only let go when he saw Li Wenxiong grinning.

Having just acquired a new toy, Chen Junhe naturally wanted to play with it as much as possible. He first called a designated driver to take the E300 back to Silverware Street, while he followed behind on his motorcycle.

After returning the car, Chen Junhe checked that there was still enough fuel and rode his motorcycle straight to Nan Cilian County.

Because the location Nguyen Minh Hue sent to Tran Tuan Ha was in this district located in western Hanoi.

Interestingly, Chen Junhe rode all the way from Hoan Kiem District to Nam Cha Liem District, passing several traffic police officers along the way without encountering a single vehicle checkpoint.

As they approached their destination, Chen Junhe thought about it and understood why things were the way they were.

As a traffic policeman who spends most of his time on duty on the streets of Hanoi, he sees hundreds of thousands of motorcycles whizzing past him every day.

They naturally knew the approximate price range of various motorcycles.

Heavy motorcycles with such distinctive designs as Ducati are definitely not something that ordinary people can afford to ride.

Families in Hanoi who can afford such expensive motorcycles are definitely not ordinary.

You might bring your motorcycle to the traffic police station one minute, and the next minute your boss, or even your boss's boss, will call and tell you to return it.

Rather than wasting your time, it's better to just pretend you didn't see it.

In Vietnam, traffic police often check vehicles simply to earn a little extra money.

Although working on the streets is tough, it's also a very lucrative job.

They didn't want to cause themselves too much trouble.

Therefore, the Hanoi traffic police are most strict about the phenomenon of not wearing helmets.

You can drive without a license and go against traffic here, but you can't drive without a helmet.

Wearing a full-coverage helmet, Chen Junhe rode his motorcycle safely to the address Ruan Minghui had sent him.

At first glance, this place looks like an unfinished, abandoned building surrounded by a road blocked off by an iron fence.

The road that was blocked off looked to be in very good condition, so Ruan Minghui stood by the iron fence with a helmet in his hand and waited.

A black Ducati sports car was parked next to it.

Chen Junhe only briefly showed his face in the car that day, and it was only now that he could see Ruan Minghui's full appearance.

She was about 1.7 meters tall, with the typical slender build of Vietnamese people, and looked to be around 22 or 23 years old. She had a short, side-parted hairstyle.

"Xinchao, Brother He, welcome to the party."

Nguyen Minh Huy let Chen Junhe ride in first. After closing the fence, Nguyen Minh Huy immediately focused his eyes on the Multistrada V4 RS that Chen Junhe was riding, and then quickly reached out to shake hands with Chen Junhe.

"Xinchao, Ahui, we're officially acquainted now..."

Because we shared a common interest in motorcycles, and we had also chatted for quite a while via video call beforehand.

Chen Junhe and Ruan Minh Hue quickly became closer.

"Ahui, this place looks a bit unusual..."

The two chatted by the fence for a while before Chen Junhe took the opportunity to ask a question.

"This used to be Hanoi's Formula 1 racetrack..."

Once the topic came up, Ruan Minghui immediately started talking.

This is actually the Southeast Asian international F1 circuit jointly built by Hanoi and the FIA ​​(Fédération Internationale de l'Automobile).

The main driving force behind this was the then mayor of Hanoi.

The largest investor is Grand Prix Company, a subsidiary of Vietnam's richest man.

Construction on the circuit began in 2019, with the original plan to host a unique F1 race after its completion in 2020.

As a result of a well-known reason, the F1 race was not held as scheduled.

Later, the mayor of Hanoi was removed from office due to corruption issues.

This F1 circuit became a hot potato, and no one was willing to continue taking over and advancing the related events.

This led to the place gradually falling into disrepair.

Among Ruan Minghui's fellow motorcycle enthusiasts, some come from well-off families with business dealings with the Grand Prix company.

So they used their connections to borrow the key to the iron fence and the temporary right to use the racetrack.

Gradually, they turned this place into a racetrack for their group of motorcycle enthusiasts.

The track, which can run F1 races, has been abandoned for several years, and weeds have even grown in some of the crevices.

However, once the stones and debris on the track are cleared, it becomes a very good environment for motorcycles.

"Brother He, I'll introduce you to the president of our motorcycle club later." Ruan Minghui said while riding his motorcycle.