Silin was a little tempted by Fleka's suggestion, but he also understood that he was far inferior to Fleka when it came to designing a flying car. The best he could do was to modify some of the assembly processes and make them more complete. Silin was well aware of his own limitations when it came to designing a flying car as a whole.
In order to design a good racing car, one must not only have a good understanding of flying cars, but also experience. Silin had never designed a real racing car before. He had only tinkered with a few small parts in Mo Heng's workshop, and that could only be considered partial engineering. He had absolutely no experience in designing a complete racing car.
Silin didn't know much about racing. Even though he had heard a lot about it and read a lot of information about it, he could only design a better flying car after experiencing it for himself. Different weather conditions, different geographical environments, and different habits of racers all had different standards.
After Fleka showed some documents to Silin, Silin knew that he wasn't suited to design a flying car right now.
In the "Winds of Freedom" race, during the course of the race, the flying cars would pass through rainforests, erupting muddy swamps, howling glaciers and snowy lands, vast deserts, winding mountain roads, and other different weather conditions.
Moreover, the complicated weather and geographical environments were not the only thing that was different from the flying car races Silin had experienced in the past. Basically, there were two people on each flying car.
Every racing car would have a driver and a navigator, each of them performing their own duties. The racer only had to drive, and he needed to fully display his superb driving skills. The so-called navigator, on the other hand, not only had to arrange some trivial matters during the race, but he also had to point out the correct direction and route for the racer during each stage, and provide timely and accurate information about the road conditions ahead during the stage. This kind of cooperation undoubtedly lightened the driver's burden in this long-distance race.
Almost all the participating racers were paired up with each other. After all, this race was too much of a test for a driver's ability, and there were a lot of unexpected situations that could occur during the race. If the driver was alone, not only would he have to fly the car safely under those dangerous conditions, he would also have to pay attention to any external factors that might change at any moment. Not everyone's brain capacity was as great as a robot's. Therefore, the two of them were the best and safest combination.
It wasn't easy for a team to nurture an outstanding racer, and it wasn't easy to modify a racing car either. While they were fighting for the championship, they certainly weren't willing to take on such a huge risk.
If a two-passenger flying car wanted to gain an advantage in a race, then the design had to be different from a single-passenger flying car.
Fleka had been trying to convince Silin to join him and design the modified flying car with him all this time. It wasn't every day that they ran into each other, and Fleka wasn't going to let the opportunity slip away so easily.
For a very long time after he was forcibly captured by his son, Fleck's mind would always picture Silin assembling the parts whenever he was assembling a flying car. Then, he would look at the people around him assembling the car, and he could only sigh and sigh again and again. After all, after seeing better techniques, a person's bottom line would naturally rise. That was why Fleka's emotions were very unstable during that time. Other than his sighs, the dissatisfaction and regret in his eyes when he looked at the self-proclaimed excellent assemblers was enough to give anyone goosebumps.
Everyone except Bel looked surprised by Fleka's persistence, especially Naimi. After he saw his fat uncle's reaction, he even winked at Gen Xingming and the others as if to say: I didn't think you'd invite an expert over!
Gen Xingming looked very innocent. Bel had told him a bit about Silin, but he didn't think that Silin would be able to convince the famous Fleka to coax and pester him.
Cillin looked at the information about the race and some of the past champion flying cars in his hands. Most of these flying cars couldn't even be called flying cars anymore. They had different shapes, and they were completely different from normal flying cars. Crescent moon-shaped and knife-shaped ones were the more normal ones.
Seeing that Silin was silent, Fleka stopped talking and moistened his throat with a cup. Judging from Silin's expression, he was probably thinking about it carefully. I'm sure he'll change his mind if I push him a little harder!
Just when Fleka put down his cup and was about to continue, Silin suddenly asked, "How do I qualify for the race?"
"You want to participate in the race?!" Fleka completely forgot what he was about to say. He only knew that Silin was a great assembler, but he had never seen Silin race before. Judging from Silin's background, Silin shouldn't be able to race, should he?
It wasn't that Fleka looked down on Silin, it was because Silin's living conditions were too poor. Racing a car cost a lot of money, and Fleka had always thought that Silin's age didn't have the time to practice his assembly skills. Moreover, Silin's first impression didn't make him look like any of the other racers Fleka had seen at his age.
Fleka wasn't the only one who was surprised. Gen Xingming, Bel and the others were just as surprised. Before Silin got involved with the Gen Family, he shouldn't have been able to participate in a big race like the "Winds of Freedom", right? Moreover, Gen Xingming and the others had never heard of Silin in some of the smaller races. Could it be that Silin was one of those unknown races?
"Silin, you need to think this through carefully! This race is very dangerous! "Gen Xingming said seriously.
If the race wasn't as dangerous as it was, Gen Xingming and the others would've willingly participated despite their families' objections. However, it was exactly because they knew the risks that they couldn't afford to risk their lives when their families had increased their opposition.
This was an exciting and high-risk race, and it was enough for them to experience the excitement and excitement of it from the outside. A lot of people's legs would turn to jelly if they were to actually participate in it. Moreover, if something really happened to Silin, how was he going to explain it to his second grandfather?
"Do you really want to participate? Are you serious? "Fleka asked seriously.
Silin nodded. "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."
Gen Xingming's face was bitter. Of course he was worried!
In order to make things easier for Gen Xingming, Silin contacted Genya. To Gen Xingming's surprise, Genya only asked Silin if he really wanted to participate. After he confirmed that Silin really wanted to participate, he even said, "Be careful and have fun."
Gen Xingming felt that his second grandfather was too lenient with Silin. What he didn't know was that Genya had agreed to the race directly because he understood Silin's personality very well. Moreover, Genya felt that Silin needed something to vent his pent-up frustrations. After all, there were too many stories about Silin. He had suddenly arrived in this unfamiliar galaxy, and he didn't even know if he could return to his original galaxy. Moreover, Silin had subconsciously touched the bone crystal hanging around his neck after Genya woke up. Genya was aware of this, but he couldn't do anything about it. Genya was in hibernation, and the child was truly gone.
Gen Xingming didn't say anything else since Genya had agreed to it. At the same time, after a moment of worry, Gen Xingming and the others suddenly felt a surge of excitement. Silin was going to participate in the race, and this was a true brother's competition. It was much more exciting than watching someone else compete. Gen Xingming was already imagining himself pointing at the speeding car and shouting, "Look, that's my bro!"
It would be impossible for anyone else to participate in the race under these circumstances, but Silin had Fleka's help, so it wasn't entirely impossible.
The name list had been decided a long time ago, and it was announced to the public as well. Every participant had a name list, and it was a little troublesome to force Cillin into the list. But Fleka would definitely help him if he really wanted to participate in the competition. No matter what, he was the vice chairman of the organizing committee. The "Winds of Freedom" committee would definitely give him face if he showed up. Fleka thought that he'd just have to put up with those people's faces for the time being.
"But if Cillin wins a prize in a race, those racing teams will probably die of depression." Kenancy smiled.
"But it will also hurt some people's interests." Bel and the others were more or less aware of some of the secret transactions that took place. For example, gambling.
Silin shook his head, "I just want to participate in the race. My name isn't on the official name list, and I don't care if I win or not. I'm not interested in awards at all."
Fleka understood Silin's intentions immediately. He wanted to experience the race himself in preparation for designing a flying car. Only by participating in the race would he be able to come up with a stronger idea and experience. Fleka had done the same thing when he was younger.
"Alright, I understand what you're trying to say. Leave it to me!"
While saying this, Fleka went into his room and contacted someone to take care of some paperwork. A while later, Fleka came out of his room and said that he had spoken to the decision makers of the organizing committee. Right now, all Silin needed to do was to design a flying car according to his own preferences.
"I have a few prototype flying cars that aren't finished yet, but you can take a look and choose one to participate in the race." Fleka said.
Fleka's main work place wasn't on the Sizer Family's planet, so everything related to the "Winds of Freedom" race would be held at the host venue, the planet also named "Whirlwind".
Since the decision was made, and Fleka was going back to work anyway, he called Silin, Gen Xingming and the others to come with him. Under Fleka's guidance, they didn't need to check their identities at all.
To better prepare for the "Winds of Freedom" race, the entire planet was under a semi-closed management. Only the relevant personnel were allowed to enter. The racing teams, maintenance personnel and the organizers were allowed to enter, but the people who had booked tickets to watch the race weren't allowed to enter just yet.
It was obvious that Gen Xingming and the others couldn't sit still after they entered "Whirlwind" planet. The moment they arrived, they couldn't help but recall the craziness, adrenaline overflowing, excitement and roaring that they felt like their lungs were about to burst out of their lungs when they came here to watch the race four years ago.
This was the influence this "Whirlwind" planet had on every visitor. Anyone who had watched the race even once would have a deep impression of it, especially the flying car enthusiasts and youngsters like Gen Xingming. The emotions of young people were the easiest to stir up.
Right now, the first thing Fleka needed to do wasn't to bring Silin and the others to his workshop to look at the cars. Instead, he needed to bring Silin to the organizing committee to obtain the documents and certificates. Without them, Silin wasn't allowed to enter the race track at all.
The organizing committee had been very busy lately, and they had to deal with racing teams and racers from all over the world every day. Fortunately, Fleka was the one who showed up, so everyone gave him face. The chief of the organizing committee was the one who brought him the documents and certificates.
The chief was an old member of the Sizer Family, and he had been in charge of the "Winds of Freedom" race for many years. This time, the chief had no choice but to show up in person because Fleka had interceded. Right now, he was the only one who could keep Fleka in check. Many people in the organizing committee didn't say anything about Fleka's behavior on the surface, but they all had their own opinions about it. Therefore, the chief had to explain some things to Fleka so that he could forestall such a situation from happening again.
Fleka had expected the chief's cold expression since a long time ago, so he could only smile and pretend that he didn't care when the chief handed them the documents.
"We made an exception this time because of you. Please don't let something like this happen again."
"I know. It was a special situation this time, and I'll explain it to you in detail later. I'm also aware of the stakes involved, so there won't be a next time."
Fleka smiled and reached out to accept the documents, but the chief ignored Fleka's outstretched hand and stared straight at Silin instead. His meaning was obvious: You're the one who's participating in the race this time, don't you even have a list of documents?
Cillin didn't want to put Fleka in a difficult position, so he walked up to him and gave him a simple courtesy, thanked him, and accepted the document with both hands. Fleka was a senior and the chief of the organizing committee, not to mention that he was the one who helped him with the paperwork. Etiquette was a must.
The chief's expression softened a little when he saw how calm and polite Silin was, and how he accepted the documents with both hands. He didn't look like a good-for-nothing rich kid whose eyes grew on his forehead. However, his pupils shrank when he saw the pattern on Silin's finger. Although he didn't show much reaction on his face, Silin could clearly sense that the chief's aura had relaxed quite a bit. He didn't look as serious as before, and he didn't look like someone had stolen a piece of sh * t from his wall.
Fleka didn't know about this, and he didn't notice what kind of tattoo Silin's finger was at all. After all, young people liked to tattoo themselves these days, so he didn't pay much attention to it. However, the chief's attitude was clearly a lot better than before, and his tone and tone had become a lot warmer. Fleka was a little puzzled by this, but he didn't probe too deeply into it. An old man at his age was always unpredictable.
After the procedures were done, Fleka left the place with Cillin and went to his workshop. Gen Xingming and the others waited in the flying car outside the office building. They didn't follow them inside.
After Silin and Fleka had left, the chief immediately contacted the Sizer Family. Due to their age and experience, he knew a lot more than Beaver and Fleka did. Naturally, he knew what the pattern on Silin's finger represented. If the pattern was real, then they would have to reevaluate Silin as a person.
Fleka led Silin to his workshop. Unlike a small workshop, this place took up a lot of space, and there were some open-air repair points at the periphery. It could be considered a temporary repair station.
A lot of racing teams had come here to familiarize themselves with the environment since a long time ago. The racers and crew had to get used to the planet's environment and adjust their bodies to peak condition before the official race. This wasn't a trivial matter, because sometimes, a single grain of sand could decide a race's success or failure.
Fleka's mood had obviously improved a lot after Silin's arrival. He didn't look tired at all, and he even gave Silin some tips to pay attention to while he was working in front of the flying car. He even told Silin what kind of weather and terrain each modified part was best suited for.
The tournament had a certain limit on the size, weight, displacement, power and so on of a modified racecar. Every racecar team and racer was free to do whatever they wanted within these limits. Right now, Fleka was giving Cillin a general direction so that he wouldn't take any detours.
The people who had worked under Fleka for a long time were guessing which family's young master he belonged to when they saw how Fleka was treating Cillin. Even Naimi was ignored by Fleka right now.
At first, Gen Xingming and the others had followed Fleka to observe and learn a thing or two in the name of enriching their brains. But after two days, they lost their patience. Bel might know a thing or two about racing, but he preferred watching the racers more than anything else. Therefore, Gen Xingming and the others gave up under Fleka's barrage of technical jargon and went to watch the racers practice together.
Fleka had a lot of work to teach Silin, and he didn't want to take up all of Fleka's time. Therefore, three days later, Silin said that he would practice with the maintenance staff at the periphery of the workshop first. He wanted to learn more about the racing cars while he was repairing them.
Fleka didn't object. He really was busy.
Silin's assembly skills could be called a classic. It was so classic that it looked like a priceless work of art. The workers here no longer thought of Silin as a short-lived brat, and they answered all of Silin's questions enthusiastically.
Today, Silin had just finished repairing a flying car. He got up to drink a bottle of water and take a break when a fiery red flying car flew into the workshop.
A fifteen or sixteen year old girl dressed in racing attire hurriedly got out of the car and scanned her surroundings. When she saw Silin in his work attire, she walked straight towards Silin.
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