F1: In Ferrari, Schumacher at the start.

The roar of engines in Albert Park finally stopped.

Lin Feng parked his illustrious No. 28 Williams race car steadily in the vehicle inspection area. The team had already put up the P5 sign, with his points for this race—10 PTS—below it.

This is Williams Racing's highest finishing position so far this season.

"Sizzle—"

Lin Feng pulled off the steering wheel, unbuckled his six-point seatbelt, and with a push of his hands, leaped out of the cramped cockpit.

Instead of waving politely as usual, he jumped onto the race car, spread his arms, raised his chin towards the main grandstand, and made an extremely arrogant "ruling the world" gesture.

"Lin! Lin! Lin!"

From the stands, cheers in both Chinese and English were deafening.

After enjoying the adoration of the fans, Lin Feng jumped off the race car. He was soaked in sweat, and his fireproof suit clung to his body, feeling sticky.

Not far ahead, the top three – Verstappen, Leclerc, and Norris – were gathered together to weigh in.

Lin Feng took off his helmet, shook his sweat-soaked hair, and sneakily approached.

"Hey guys, you're pretty fast." Lin Feng grinned and patted Verstappen on the shoulder.

Verstappen, who was wiping his sweat with a towel, turned around and saw Lin Feng. A smile appeared on his usually expressionless face.

He raised his fist and bumped it with Lin Feng's: "You're really crazy. When you dodged Magnussen's attack, I thought you were cheating."

"Basic stuff, nothing fancy, it's just that I'm afraid of dying." Lin Feng was talking nonsense.

Leclerc walked over with a water glass, his big eyes scrutinizing Lin Feng from head to toe as if he were some alien creature: "Lin, what kind of magic did you cast on Carlos? His defense in those last few laps was like he was sleepwalking. When you overtook him from the outside, I was sweating bullets for him."

"You'll have to ask him about that," Lin Feng said innocently, shrugging. "Maybe my car's color was too bright and blinded him. By the way, thanks for the parade stuff, your backrest was pretty spacious."

Leclerc rolled her eyes. "Please, don't mention that. I feel embarrassed just thinking about it."

Just then, Norris, who came in third place, came over with his messy curly hair: "Hey, Lin! Your overtaking maneuvers today were absolutely hot! Seriously, have you ever considered joining our McLaren? We're just missing someone who can drive like you..."

Before Norris could finish speaking, Lin Feng instinctively took two steps back, crossing his arms over his chest: "Stop! Lando, if you wink at me again, I'll knock your Papaya car off the track on the first lap of the next race!"

Norris laughed heartily, and the four of them chatted happily in the weighing area.

Meanwhile, Sainz, who had just parked his car, walked quickly past them with his head down, too embarrassed to even say hello.

……

Half an hour later, in the mixed media area.

The place is already packed with journalists from all over the world.

The biggest news today isn't Verstappen winning the championship, but Lin Feng, the Chinese rookie who started from the pit lane and fought his way up to fifth place!

When Lin Feng, dressed in a soaking wet racing suit, swaggered into the media area, all the cameras and microphones immediately swarmed around him.

"Lin, congratulations on getting fifth place! From the start in the pit lane to P5 today, what was the most difficult overtaking maneuver you had?"

Lin Feng scratched his head and smiled into the microphone like an innocent college student: "Actually, they were all pretty difficult, since we were all driving F1 cars. But the most thrilling one was definitely the one where I dodged Haas. I even thought about what to write in my will. As for the easiest one..."

He paused, a sly glint in his eyes: "It was probably the time I overtook Carlos at Turn 11."

Upon hearing this, all the reporters present had their eyes light up.

"Oh? Why is the Ferrari the easiest to drive?" The reporter quickly moved the microphone forward.

Lin Feng shrugged: "I originally thought Carlos would give me some trouble with his defense inside. But how should I put it, it was like he was guiding me, deliberately leaving such a wide path for me to walk on the outside. I figured it wouldn't be polite not to take it, so I just floored the gas pedal. To be honest, even my grandma is a bit more decisive when she drives."

"coax--"

A burst of laughter erupted in the media area, filling the air with a joyful atmosphere.

"And about what happened during the parade," Lin Feng grinned mischievously at the camera, "Carlos, I know you watch TV. Next time, don't hide behind your teammates. A man should accept being overtaken and stand up straight when he gets beaten. I hope you'll clean your rearview mirrors more thoroughly for the next race, because I'll still be in them."

……

Back in Williams' lounge, Lin Feng was greeted with a big bear hug by his teammate Alben as soon as he entered.

"Bro, you're amazing! P5! We got P5 points!" Alben was so excited he was almost incoherent.

Although he only came in twelfth place today due to tire strategy issues, he felt no jealousy towards Lin Feng's achievement, only joy.

"Without you blocking those laps, I wouldn't have been able to catch up with the others." Lin Feng patted Alben on the back. "It's a deal, tonight's on me."

Lin Feng sat down and picked up his phone; the screen was instantly flooded with messages.

The first to be hit was a barrage of voice messages from Gu Ailing.

Clicking on the first post triggered a piercing scream: "Aaaaaah! Lin Feng! You did it! You really did it! Fifth place! From last place to fifth place!"

In the second voice message, you can even hear her jumping around on the bed in the background: "That last overtaking maneuver was so cool! I felt like I was going to fly off that bend, and you actually managed to pull back! I can't take it anymore, I'm so excited, I'm going to eat a couple more pieces of fried chicken tonight to celebrate! Where's next? Japan, right? I'll see if I can adjust my schedule to go cheer you on in person!"

Lin Feng couldn't help but chuckle as he listened to the voice message. He pressed the record button and replied, "Alright, alright, Frog Princess, mind your image. Eat less fried chicken, or you'll get too fat to fly high."

Then came a WeChat message from Zhou Guanyu: "Bro, you're awesome! Want to grab a drink tonight? I'll call Bottas."

Lin Feng responded with an "OK" gesture.

……

While Lin Feng was enjoying the joy of victory in the paddock, at the Williams team headquarters in Grove, England...

In the spacious executive conference room, Matthew Savage, the team's CEO and representative of Dorridon Capital, was looking at a newly printed financial report in his hand, his back teeth showing with a smile.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" Matthew jumped to his feet, raising his champagne glass. "We made the right bet! That Chinese kid is not only a genius, but also a walking money-printing machine!"

The business director wiped the sweat from his brow: "Boss, in the past two hours, our business email system has crashed. Three Chinese tech giants, two new energy vehicle companies, and a sportswear brand have all sent urgent emails, demanding that we immediately begin sponsorship negotiations!"

"What kind of position do they want?" Matthew's eyes lit up.

"The side cases, the rear wing endplates, and the area directly in front of Lin Feng's helmet!" The business director beamed. "And their offers... Boss, it's no exaggeration to say that if we sign with just two of them, our R&D budget cap for the second half of the season will be maxed out!"

"Sign it! Negotiate it as quickly as possible!" Matthew paced excitedly around the conference room, his suit jacket already tossed onto the sofa. "Tell the technical department to immediately start wind tunnel testing for next year's new car! Call James Walls, and get him whatever upgrade kits Lin Feng wants! Even if he wants a solid gold clutch pedal, make it for him!"

"Boss, there's one more thing..." The media manager raised his hand, his expression somewhat strange, "Netflix just called."

"Netflix? The Speed ​​Race crew?" Matthew was taken aback.

"Yes, the other party's producer said they need to immediately revise the upcoming filming schedule."

……

Meanwhile, in the Netflix headquarters building in Los Angeles, USA.

Paul Martin and James Guy-Reese, executive producers of "F1," were staring at the F1 broadcast on the screen, as excited as two old miners who had found a gold mine.

"James, did you see that? Did you see that interview in the media area just now?!" Paul Martin, scratching his head, paced back and forth in his office. "That kid is a genius!"

James nodded: "For the first five seasons, we've been showing Horner and Wolfe arguing, and the audience's getting tired of it. We need fresh blood, we need a troublemaker, we need a big villain who can turn the paddock upside down! And this Chinese guy is a gift from God!"

"From a rookie in a bottom-ranked team, heavily penalized by the FIA, starting from the pit lane, then speeding all the way to take down Ferraris, and finally being ridiculed on camera!" Paul slapped his thigh. "Even Hollywood's top screenwriters couldn't write a script like this!"

James immediately grabbed the landline on the table and dialed an internal number: "Notify the entire production team to hold an emergency meeting immediately! The entire synopsis for season six must be scrapped and rewritten!"

Ten minutes later, more than a dozen core team members were urgently summoned to the conference room.

"Listen, the plan has changed." James stood in front of the whiteboard and wrote "LIN FENG" heavily with a red marker.

"Besides the championship contenders, I'm going to dedicate an entire episode this season specifically to this Chinese driver!"

"But boss, we only allocated half an episode to Williams beforehand..." a young director whispered.

"Rules are rules, but viewership is dynamic!" Paul interrupted from the side. "These days, audiences love these plot twists! I've even thought of a title for this episode: 'The Madman from the East'!"

James turned to his production assistant: "Contact Lin's management team immediately and secure the exclusive filming rights! I'm sending a core three-person crew to keep an eye on him 24/7!"