Chapter 257: 257: The Struggle for Power (1)
Chapter 257: 257: The Struggle for Power (1)
Chapter 257: Chapter 257: The Struggle for Power (1)
This is a racing club where several people are chatting, and Bo Yi starts to organize, “Bo Yan, it’s been a long time since we brothers raced together, how about a race?”
Bo Yan looked at the overseas Chinese businessman and then at Bo Yi, his face showing a smile that was not quite a smile, and he did not respond directly.
However, Bo Yi’s main purpose wasn’t just to chat with Bo Yan, as he had arranged to meet a business partner here to discuss matters. Naturally, he had already prepared a racing car. The two were talking about how to modify last year’s Aston Martin, how to match it with the new engine and other instruments for better performance.
Bo Yan chuckled lightly, “What’s the fun in such simple car racing, why not motorcycle?”
Motorcycle racing is more challenging than ordinary car racing. It is well known that cars are ‘meat wrapped in metal’, whereas motorcycles are ‘metal wrapped in meat’. In case of an accident, the rate of disability or death is much higher on a motorcycle. Cars have seat belts, air bags, and frames for protection, but motorcycles have little more than a helmet for safety.
But riding a motorcycle is indeed thrilling, and most of the people who come here are in search for excitement. So, there’s also a motorcycle racing track here. The boss himself also rides motorcycles and seemed intrigued upon hearing this, “It’s just my skills are quite average.”
“It’s just racing, not a competition. It’s just for fun. You can choose the simplest track.”
The simplest track is similar to the kind of running track you’d find at a school, with straight lines and curves, but no inclines or declines. The boss agreed cheerfully. When he asked Bo Yi, he laughed, “I’m not particularly good at riding motorcycles, so I’ll pass. But my younger brother, even though he’s an actor, he’s got good driving skills. It will be very interesting to see him race with you.”
Bo Yi wasn’t incapable; he just wasn’t skilled. Whenever he didn’t foresee a win or couldn’t control the situation with certainty, he would gracefully bow out. Sure enough, the overseas Chinese boss laughed heartily, “Well then, I haven’t yet experienced racing with a movie star. I hope you’ll go easy on me later, Mr. Yan.”
Bo Yan nodded calmly, “Of course, Bo Yi is no good. His motorcycle skills are quite poor.”
Bo Yi still had a smile on his face, but upon hearing Bo Yan’s words, it darkened in a second. However, he quickly lifted his smile again, “Since I’ve made the trip here today, I’ll make a fool of myself. But if I lose later, Mr. Chen, you can’t complain about my poor skills.”
Mr. Chen laughed heartily, “It’s generous of you, Mr. Bo. Shall we begin?”
Since this is a racing club, besides supercars that everyone keeps here for maintenance, there are also other models available for guests to choose from, motorcycles included. Bo Yi and Mr. Chen each picked out a modified Harley motorcycle, with strong performance, quick acceleration, and good stability.
Bo Yan casually picked an unmodified one, “I’ll take this one.”
Bo Yi had been all set for a serious competition, but seeing Bo Yan pick a basic model, he thought Bo Yan was just talking big and laughed, “Bo Yan, aren’t you afraid that if you fall off the motorcycle, you won’t be able to film for a while? Falling off a motorcycle is no joke, it could incapacitate you for a hundred days.”
Bo Yan didn’t argue, just asked, “Since it’s a race, there should be a wager, right?”
Mr. Chen also smiled, “Indeed, indeed. What does Movie Star Bo wish to bet?”
Bo Yan looked at Bo Yi and smiled faintly, “How about we bet ten percent of the shares in Bosch Corporation? How does that sound?”