When Lu Xingzhou returned to the VIP balcony seats, Commissioner Wang was holding a cigar, puffing clouds of smoke.
Twining tendrils of blue smoke obscured the view of the racetrack.
"Commissioner Wang, sorry to have kept you waiting," Lu Xingzhou said, offering polite greetings as he took his seat.
Commissioner Wang smiled and pointed toward the racetrack, "I think that number nine, Wu Yingfan, will come in second."
Lu Xingzhou was the behind-the-scenes financier of the dynasty, thoroughly familiar with the team's condition.
Apart from the racing god in car number seven, the driver of car number three has the skills to claim second place in the team.
But on closer inspection, he noticed that there was no number three; the sequence went directly from two to four.
He frowned, puzzled.
Yet now was not the time to ponder this, so he turned his attention to car number one, which ranked third in ability.
"Number one, Ah Xing, I believe he will be the second," he said.