Chapter 162: The Reign of Traffic

What kind of achievement is this Mk4 supposed to be? Wang Yu refused to buy into Mo Shu's comforting words.

Wang Yu had seen far too many cases of playing the pig to eat the tiger. Lifting the hood would reveal nothing more than those cliché "miracle engines" used to fool novices.

If he really had to point out any difference in this Mk4, Wang Yu only felt that its chassis sat significantly lower than that of ordinary cars.

Yet so what if it was low? Karts, formula cars—which of them didn't have a low chassis? The crucial question was when Mo Shu would return to the racing world; that was what concerned Wang Yu the most.

"Look at you, stop making a long face, alright? Let me give you a demonstration." As he spoke, Mo Shu fished his smartphone out of his pocket.

He opened an app with an entirely English name and waved it back and forth right in front of Wang Yu's eyes.

"Stop keeping me in suspense and let me see the fruits of your study," Wang Yu said with a hint of displeasure.

"Okay..." Mo Shu shrugged, tapping lightly on a button labeled "DON" within the app interface.

Simultaneously, mechanical whirs and clicks emanated from the vicinity of the Mk4's chassis, and the car body slowly lowered itself accordingly.

The chassis continued to descend until it was almost flush with the ground before finally coming to a halt.

Su Zhenghao let out a string of praises: "Gorgeous! Stunning! Absolutely dripping with style!"

Wang Yu, however, wore a completely dumbfounded expression.

"What's this about? Isn't it just adjustable ride height? What's so rare about that? Several luxury cars at my home come with this feature," Wang Yu said, feeling rather sheepish.

"Old Wang, this is where you show your lack of understanding. Look at the flush fitment between the wheels and the fenders, and look at this low-slung stance—isn't it handsome? This is the world-famous Hellaflush modification style," Mo Shu lamented at Wang Yu's "ignorance."

"Of course I know what Hellaflush is! The question is, why are you studying this? Sure, for daily driving, raising and lowering your car looks super stylish, and cruising down the street will turn heads like crazy. But Mo Shu, don't forget that you are a driver! A professional racing driver! For a pro to mess around with civilian mods, don't you think that's using a sledgehammer to crack a nut?" Wang Yu grew agitated once more, practically failing to control the spray of saliva from his mouth.

"That's right, Old Wang, you make a very valid point. Civilian modifications are fairly common, but at the same time, they can generate a much larger following.

Don't you think the professional racing we used to do was too aloof? So aloof that 90% of racing fans could only watch from the sidelines without any way to participate. Without participation, it's inevitably difficult to build real momentum," Mo Shu offered a different perspective.

"So, your point is that you want racing fans to participate in races as well? But are racing fans on the same level as you, Mo Shu? Is there any point to races mixed with professionals and amateurs? Isn't it utterly ridiculous for a world champion to end up mingling with civilian drivers?"

"Old Wang, everything you're saying is correct, but right now, I don't care about trophies handed to me by others anymore, and I'm well aware of my own caliber in today's racing world! Do you still remember my dream from back then? I want to make racing affordable for everyone! Old Wang, you've had money to spare since you were a kid, so you probably can't comprehend how distant and unattainable an ordinary fan's longing for racing truly is."

"That's your dream, Mo Shu!" Wang Yu found himself running out of arguments, resorting to speaking without thinking.

"Fine! Even if my dream has nothing to do with you, Wang Yu, let me ask you this: who was the one who hoped to build a car empire that could conquer the world?!"

"It was me, so what?"

"At least you're willing to admit it. That makes things easier." Mo Shu caught his breath and continued, "I once heard a saying: a country without a motorsport culture cannot build a great car! Do you admit to that or not?"

Wang Yu nodded in silent agreement.

"Is our Huaxia motorsport industry developed? Isn't it still in a stage of self-amusement? Even as our motorsport strives to grow, aren't almost all of us using joint-venture car prototypes? Even if some domestic brands participate in competitions, aren't they relying on foreign technology? When motorsport is in this state, what are you even talking about when you mention a world-dominating car enterprise?"

Mo Shu's barrage of questions left Wang Yu torn between nodding and shaking his head, though he still failed to see what this had to do with Mo Shu modifying a Hellaflush car.

"Over the past week, combining the characteristics of electromagnetic suspension and air ride, I independently researched a 'passive adjustable-height suspension.' Would you say I'm helping you realize your ambition or not?" Mo Shu said excitedly.

"In the next step, after repeated testing, I plan to refine this suspension until it's fully mature, and then promote and mass-produce it to attract even more modified car enthusiasts.

Do you know how many car fans interested in the Hellaflush style hesitate and hold back because of the instability of traditional air suspension and its garbage handling performance?

The thing I've researched solves their lingering worries, bringing a perfect balance between handling and height adjustment. Think of how many enthusiasts this will be a godsend for, and how many followers it will gather!"

It seemed Mo Shu had already conducted market analysis, and Wang Yu was starting to get interested.

Yet Mo Shu continued talking endlessly.

"Once we have the vast community of modified car enthusiasts as our mass base, I'm going to try out a brand-new style of competition nationwide.

Unlike downhill races, this new competition will carry on the style and traditions of street racing and underground drag racing, while also serving as a promotional hotspot for the event.

No matter who you are, no matter what car you drive, regardless of high or low status, and without asking about your background or origins—as long as you love motorsport and bring your modified car, you can showcase your skills in the race.

We won't charge entry fees, and we won't restrict a driver's imagination. It's all about popularity, keeping our eyes entirely on web traffic."

"Right! Traffic! The scorching hot internet concept! The ultimate money-printing machine nowadays!" Wang Yu couldn't help but slap his thigh and cheer repeatedly in approval!

Mo Shu showed no signs of smugness whatsoever; instead, with extreme composure, he said, "Even if this method of mine is viable, it's currently only at the theoretical stage. I can't yet estimate how many difficulties we'll encounter in practice, but at least we can give it another hard push, right, Old Wang?"

"Yeah, yeah... Sorry, I wronged you," Wang Yu said sheepishly.

Part of it was Mo Shu's fault for never stating things outright, always holding something back until the very end to reveal the truth.

No one could have guessed it right away, let alone the fact that Mo Shu had even factored Wang Yu's dream into the equation.

Fortunately, despite Wang Yu throwing cold water on the idea the whole time, he hadn't managed to extinguish Mo Shu's dream. Looking back, Wang Yu still felt somewhat ashamed.

"So what should we call our new race?" Wang Yu asked, filled with anticipation.

Mo Shu, however, waved his hand dismissively and said, "That's why they say you're a rich young heir—an impatient and naive young master who doesn't understand the underground rules of modified cars at all."

"What? There are underground operations involved too?"

"Of course. President Su, why don't you fill him in?" Mo Shu glanced at Su Zhenghao, signaling that it was his turn to take the stage.

"Boss Wang, let's head inside and talk details. First, let's discuss how the modified car circle in Nanshan City has already been carved up by a few major clubs..." Su Zhenghao said as he raised a hand to invite Wang Yu into the shop for an in-depth conversation.