Super Rich: Rebirth of the Top-Tier Rich Second Generation

In the monitoring room, the technician's expression began to turn serious.

"This car is quite stable."

"First time here? Really?"

"If this is really the first time, the feel of this car is a bit outrageous."

Before the start of the third lap, Han Zheng said via communicator:

"Mr. Jiang, I'm going back to the repair area now."

"You can run a lap by yourself."

"Don't rush to improve your score, just run along the route we just covered."

"clear."

Jiang Yan's voice remained calm.

After Han Zheng drove back to the maintenance area, the entire track was completely left with only that matte black SVJ63.

The scissor doors had already been closed.

Inside the car, Jiang Yan gripped the steering wheel, his eyes indifferent.

After the first two laps, he was already familiar enough with the basic structure of the track.

Braking point.

Bend heart.

Corner exit angle.

Shoulder height.

All the information had already been modeled in his mind.

The third lap is where the real journey begins.

"boom--!"

The black SVJ63 suddenly burst into action on the main straight.

The roar of the V12 engine was like a beast being released, instantly tearing through the air along the entire track.

Inside the monitoring room, the three technicians were initially just observing with a professional attitude.

But when Jiang Yan entered the hairpin bend at T4, everyone froze instantly.

In the video, the SVJ63 did not brake hard prematurely like a typical novice driver would.

Its braking point was later than the point Han Zheng had just demonstrated.

The vehicle completes the weight transfer before entering the curve.

Braking, steering, downshifting, rev-matching—each movement was executed with the precision of countless rehearsals.

The tires screeched wildly on the asphalt road, emitting a piercing screech and a wisp of white smoke.

The left front wheel almost perfectly grazed the edge of the red and white curb.

Holy crap!

One of the technicians jumped up from his chair.

"This wiring...it's fucking extreme!"

If you're even a fraction of a second too late with this cornering technique, the car will veer off the track and crash into the gravel run-off area.

But the black beast not only held firmly to the ground, but also floored the accelerator without hesitation the moment it exited the corner.

The entire vehicle, with a ferocious yet elegant posture, roared towards the next straight road.

Edge of the repair area.

Han Zheng stared at the surveillance footage and fell silent.

The layman watched the excitement.

Experts see the details.

He knew better than anyone just how terrifying Jiang Yan's T4 turn had been.

That's not just about being bold.

It also requires absolute control over the vehicle's limits, grip, center of gravity transfer, and spatial distance.

The scariest thing is——

This was Jiang Yan's first time officially running this track alone.

If the first lap is about getting familiar with something...

The second phase is about adaptation.

Then the third lap was a complete massacre.

Jiang Yan sat in the cockpit, expressionless.

His genetically optimized neural reaction speed, precise spatial distance control, and superhuman G-force resistance have gradually made him and this multi-million dollar supercar one.

Each attempt to test the braking point.

Each time the throttle opening is controlled.

Every adjustment to the steering wheel angle.

It's like conducting a high-precision physics experiment.

"boom--!"

As the SVJ63 sped across the finish line with a gust of wind, the red timer above the monitor screen froze instantly.

Lap time: 1 minute 48.21 seconds

Dead silence.

In the entire monitoring room, apart from the hum of the equipment running, there was not a sound at all.

The three technicians stared wide-eyed at the number as if they had seen a ghost.

"Am I seeing things?"

After a long while, one of them swallowed hard.

"What's the unofficial record for the stock SVJ63 on this track?"

"1 minutes and 52 seconds..."

Another voice answered, trembling.

"Moreover, that record was set by a champion driver who retired from last year's professional championship after a full week of racing."

1 minutes and 46 seconds!

It raised the professional driver's record by a full six seconds!

In the world of racing, being even a second faster can mean a crushing defeat.

Almost six seconds?

This isn't running laps at all.

This is aliens flying close to the ground in a flying saucer.

Han Zheng stood at the entrance of the repair area, his expression completely changed.

He originally thought his task for the day was to take care of a very wealthy young man with a powerful background and make sure he didn't end up in the hospital.

But he only realized it now.

The one who truly needs his self-esteem cared for is probably this so-called professional coach.

Jiang Yan ignored the shock from the outside world.

He ran several more laps.

The line was finely adjusted with each lap.

Push the braking point of T4 back half a meter.

The T7 has a more aggressive cornering angle.

When exiting a corner, apply 3% throttle in advance with the T11.

That kind of probing is not the blind risk-taking of ordinary drivers, but a calm optimization based on extremely strong physical qualities and precise perception.

It wasn't until the twelfth lap that he finally seemed to release all the excess energy in his body with the smell of burning tires, and slowly stepped on the brakes, driving the car back to the pit lane.

The car door opened.

The track manager treated him like a precious ancestor, jogging over to him.

He held a bottle of chilled premium mineral water in his hand, his expression extremely complex, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.

Han Zheng was also standing beside him.

His expression was much more serious than before.

He had expected to see a rich second-generation heir sweating profusely and even vomiting after getting out of the car due to the intense G-force pulling.

But Jiang Yan took off his helmet and casually tossed his hair.

His complexion was normal, and his breathing was steady.

If you were to measure your heart rate, it might not even exceed 70.

Han Zheng stared at him for a few seconds, then finally couldn't help but whisper:

"Mr. Jiang, you... really have never systematically raced on a track before?"

"Of course not."

Jiang Yan unscrewed the bottle of mineral water and took two sips.

"This is my first time."

Han Zheng fell silent.

the first time.

Those two words were even more jarring to his ears than the 1 minute 46.21 second data.

He has seen geniuses in his career.

I've also met wealthy people.

But he had never seen anyone who could so effortlessly shatter professional barriers.

Jiang Yan glanced at the track and said calmly:

"The curves are well designed."

"I'll come again next time."

After saying that, he casually tossed his racing suit jacket to a staff member, opened the car door, and drove away with Xu Qinghe.

A bunch of people were left standing there bewildered in the wind.

That evening, due to a strict confidentiality agreement, no videos of the racetrack were leaked.

However, when the track manager called the club's big boss, who was on vacation out of town, to report, he couldn't help but mention a little bit.

"Boss, we have a customer at our place today..."

"I've been in this business for fifteen years and I've never seen such talent before."

"Not only did they break the track record, but the scariest thing is..."

"That person ran twelve laps, and when he got off the bike, he hadn't broken a sweat!"