Financial freedom begins in Vietnam

"I'm more interested in motorcycle stunts," Chen Junhe replied without hesitation.

In his view, motorcycle racing is not very challenging as long as the motorcycle has good performance and the balance of the motorcycle is well controlled.

In everyday life, Vietnamese people ride motorcycles through traffic as if they are performing stunts.

What Vietnamese people on motorcycles call motorcycle stunts is definitely of a very high level.

"Then you can learn from Sister Qingluan. Her cousin is the only female member of the State Guest Special Motorcycle Team. Sometimes we invite the coaches from the State Guest Special Motorcycle Team to teach us."

Ruan Minghui directly told Chen Junhe who he was studying.

The news that Ruan Minghui told Chen Junhe also made him feel a sense of awe.

The special motorcycle convoy for state guests refers to the motorcades that lead the way for visiting leaders of various countries.

Although Vietnam is a small country, to be the only female member of the state guest special motorcycle team of such a country is quite remarkable in terms of motorcycle driving skills.

Lin Fanqingluan probably learned a lot from her cousin.

Moreover, through this connection, they were even able to invite the instructors of the State Guest Special Motorcycle Team to teach everyone the skills.

Putting everything else aside, Lin Fanqingluan's connections are definitely strong enough.

Ruan Minghui clearly respected Lin Fanqingluan very much. After learning about Chen Junhe's preferred direction, he quickly went to report to Lin Fanqingluan.

"Ah He, why don't you go ride a couple of laps on the track and show us?"

Lin Fanqingluan was quite interesting. After hearing Ruan Minghui's report, he clearly already considered Chen Junhe as a member of his motorcycle association.

They seemed very professional, and immediately had Chen Junhe go to the track to ride two laps.

"Um... Miss Qingluan, how far do I need to ride?" Chen Junhe asked with a smile.

"Yu Cao, bring me the track layout map," Lin Fan Qingluan called out to the crowd.

"Sister Qingluan is here."

A pretty girl ran out of the crowd, carrying a paper tube in her hand.

"Look, this is what the entire track looks like..." Lin Fanqingluan didn't waste any words and directly spread out a map of the entire racetrack to explain it to Chen Junhe.

This original F1 circuit had a total length of 5565 meters, including a 1500-meter straight.

However, this was because the design at the time considered integrating with the existing roads.

So nearly 1 kilometer of the existing road is now completely blocked by the iron fences at the entrance to the race track.

Therefore, it is no longer possible to complete a loop on this track.

The currently accessible, cleared track is only about 4 kilometers long.

However, if Lin Fanqingluan wanted Chen Junhe to ride his bicycle within her sight, then the only option was the 1.5-kilometer-long straight road in front of the equipment room.

"Just ride around on this track, be careful to control your speed and balance, and be extremely careful..."

Lin Fanqingluan patiently explained some precautions to Chen Junhe, which contrasted sharply with her somewhat aloof expression.

It turns out that Lin Fanqingluan, like other girls, is very passionate inside, definitely the type who is cold on the outside but warm on the inside.

"Thank you, I will be careful."

Chen Junhe sincerely thanked him, after all, he was neither Ye Liangchen nor Long Aotian.

However, if you are not subjected to any real targeted oppression or discrimination, you should naturally act humble in order to integrate into this group.

Moreover, all the safety-related instructions Lin Fanqingluan just gave were for her own good.

So Chen Junhe carefully put on his full-coverage carbon fiber helmet and easily mounted his motorcycle.

"Ugh, I can't take it anymore, those long legs are making my heart itch."

As the girls on the motorcycle watched Chen Junhe straddle his motorcycle, one of them jokingly said something.

"Ah Ying, if you want to be provocative, do it at home. Ah He just arrived today, don't scare him away."

Wu Shi Bizhuang frowned slightly and reprimanded the girl who had made the joke.

"Okay, Zhuang, I won't fight you for it." The girl replied with a grin, then muttered under her breath, "Anyway, I can't beat you guys."

Riding motorcycles is nothing new to Chen Junhe, but he is relatively inexperienced in riding such a large crossover SUV.

Although I had learned some tricks from Li Wenxiong before, I rode all the way from Huanjian District to this Nanzilian District.

They were only able to become familiar with some driving operations.

Chen Junhe relied on his strength to hold the dragon head very steadily.

Looking at the extremely long racetrack ahead, which was now completely empty, I found myself riding a high-performance motorcycle.

Chen Junhe floored the accelerator and sped forward. This almost catapult-like start was a technique that Ashun had taught him.

He hadn't quite mastered it when he was in Hoan Kiem, but on this open track, Chen Junhe tried to operate it without any hesitation and succeeded on his first try.

The motorcycle sped forward like an arrow, reaching speeds exceeding 200 kilometers per hour in an instant.

After revving the engine a few times, I felt that I could completely control the car at high speed.

But Chen Junhe quickly released the accelerator. After all, 1.5 kilometers sounds like a long distance, but with the heavy throttle, it almost reached the bottom in an instant.

Chen Junhe's good days have just begun, and he doesn't want to become a flying man as soon as he steps onto the track.

So as Chen Junhe released the throttle, the motorcycle sped to the end of the straight road at a considerable speed.

As they approached the bottom, the car slowed to a very low speed, and Chen Junhe suddenly stretched out one foot and braced it against the ground.

The entire motorcycle was dragged along by his immense force, making an arc and turning around.

However, such a movement almost broke Chen Junhe's slippers.

This made him realize that the next time he wanted to ride a motorcycle, he must wear a proper pair of riding shoes.

Chen Junhe knew that Lin Fanqingluan had sent him onto the track not just to see him flooring the accelerator on the straightaway.

So he tried to make an S-shape at a speed of about 40 miles per hour, and also tried to lift the front of the motorcycle.

The car did manage to make an S-shape without much trouble, but the front of the car couldn't be lifted up successfully.

The speed is probably still not fast enough.

Chen Junhe wasn't afraid of being laughed at, and at a speed of 40 miles per hour, he tried out all sorts of moves he knew.

This speed gave him the confidence to jump off the motorcycle in a relatively safe manner if it overturned.

After all, stunts always involve some fancy moves. After Chen Junhe performed all the tricks he knew, the motorcycle returned to the equipment room.

In fact, after welcoming him, everyone else was engrossed in tinkering with their motorcycles. Only Lin Fanqingluan and Ruan Minghui were watching Chen Junhe's performance.

"Miss Qingluan, how is my cycling?"

"Just call me Qingluan, or you can call me Aluan."

Lin Fanqingluan directly asked Chen Junhe to change how he addressed her.

"Okay, Ah Luan..." Chen Junhe readily agreed.

Overall, your skill level is...

Lin Fanqingluan immediately offered her comments.