The Urban Dao Child

Yang Dao and Feng Yun ate a hearty breakfast and drove to the racetrack. The roads were empty because it was a holiday. The boy parked the vehicle and had just come out when the young secretary ran over, panting. He said, “President Feng, the chairman invites you to his office.”

Feng Yun, the proud Phoenix, would go to someone else? She said in her usual cold voice, “Tell your chairman that even if he combines a hundred of people like him, he is not worthy of my visit. If he has something to say, then he can come to the pit stop. He may be the chairman, but I am also one trustee on the committee.

The boy did not know why Feng Yun was so enraged that he could sense it with the spiritual bond. He asked nothing and just walked behind her after she was done rebuking the young secretary. He asked in a low voice, “Why are you so angry?”

Feng Yun said, “Do you remember your race with the top racers that night?”

Yang Dao nodded. How can he forget something like that? The girl replied, “The footage was about to be released, but this old man canceled it. He said that we should not smear the image of the professions. Humph, actually it was Akira Hayate’s manager who pressured him. Even if the tea itself is not boiling, these cheap kettles are steaming.

So, I had Harvey visit him. If he does not release that footage then I will sue him.”

Yang Dao shook his head. This was a silly dispute but if he tried to mediate that will be him undermining Feng Yun, who was doing this for him. The footage from that night is very good and can increase Yang Dao’s face value. His face value equals the rise in the evaluation of the Dao Technologies.

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Inside the pit stop. Yang Dao saw Viktor was talking to a man he met yesterday. Sylvan, the hummer. Yang Dao did not disturb the two people and walked over to his vehicle. He checked the car, helped the technician crew with all the tests.

Feng Yun, meanwhile, sat down on a chair having a cup of tea. Suddenly, an old man came to the pit stop. His brows were frowning. He was the chairman of the race track committee. When the people who gave funds for the stadium declined to take on the chairman position because they were all busy.

He was selected by the government. He was called Steven Rogers. this man had a misconception. he thought that Feng Yun and the other trustees were respectful to him because of his capabilities of managing the track. This misconception was swelling recently. Ever since Feng Yun called him to arrange for a night drive and had the technicians pull overtime, he thought she owed him a favor.

He walked in large strides. The man’s arrival attracted a lot of attention. Viktor was about to come over when Feng Yun said, “Before you yell or throw your weight around. Better check your email to see if you still hold some of it.”

Her cold and indifferent voice made him frown. His momentum came to a standstill with just one sentence. Dillon came running to him. His forehead was covered with cold sweat. He whispered something in the old man’s ear and passed the complexion to him. The old man gazed at Feng Yun with shock in his gaze.

His forehead was covered with cold sweat. He was about to kneel when the cold voice sounded again, “Secretary Dillon, you are promoted, congratulations. Today is an important event. Please have irrelevant people moved out of the pit stop, lest they create a mess.”

Dillon gulped a mouthful of saliva and then he guided the shocked old man out of the pit stop. He still had not wrapped his mind around what just happened. Well, a few minutes ago he got a message from the committee members that he has been voted as the Chairman, replacing the old man.

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Soon, the public flooded toward the stadium. The seats were being filled up quickly. The VIPs also arrived soon. Kiya and Sasha dragged a reluctant Frieda with them. Mary was waiting for them along with Yurika, she was told by Yang Dao to lead them to their seats.

VIPs get a special seat above the pit stops and they can watch the whole event. The people were fired up. A little away from the starting line, the drivers parked their vehicles in random order. Since this was an exhibition race for the people, they did not go through the placement qualifiers.

Yang Dao was sitting in his car on the rear end of the pack. Mika was somewhere ahead of him, but not by much. The boy was calm. Under the signal of the flag bearer, they all drove their cars in a zigzag pattern to the starting line. This was a standard operation to warm up the tires. Yang Dao was using a set of balanced tires like yesterday.

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None of the people knew who was racing for Feng Yun’s team, Phoenix. Soon the list was announced. The speakers echoed, “Position number 26, the black and white A1 is driven by a new driver. Give him a huge round of applause, FENG YANG DAO.”

While the crowd was cheering, the VIPs were shocked, so were the rest of the people sitting in the stands of Team Phoenix.

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The signal lights turned yellow and the roar of engines echoed in the stadium. The flag bearer shook the flag, and the lights turned green. The cars took off like arrows from a bow.

ZOOM ZOOM ZOOM.

Vehicles passed quickly and soon they were all out of the vision of the people sitting in the stands. Yang Dao has already climbed up to 20th place. He took advantage of the perfect start and rushed forward like a storm.

In a blink, he was racing with Mika on his right. He did not even pay attention and kept his eyes stuck to the road. He heard the old man Viktor speaking in his helmet, “Dao, the track will narrow up, get ahead and squeeze in.”

Yang Dao nodded slightly and stomped the accelerator, his car speed increased. Beside him, Mika was also the same. She was accelerating. Suddenly Yang Dao slowed down, let Mika pass him and he switched lanes.

Viktor asked, “What are you doing?”

The boy replied, “Drafting.”

His words silenced the crew and Viktor while Icarus and the rest of the cycling club who came today on Yang Dao’s invitation started laughing.