282: Chapter 284 Saturn's rings are a natural racetrack

"Tsk, Zhao Gang, have you noticed that these Saturns Rings are actually quite a waste?"

Jiang Chen had his feet propped up on the command console, holding a "stellar probe sphere" sent by some unknown civilization and rolling it around in his hand like a pair of walnuts.

He squinted his eyes, looking through the main porthole of the luan bird toward that incredibly magnificent, massive ring belt not far away.

It was an interstellar wonder, tens of thousands of kilometers wide, composed of countless ice blocks, rocks, and shattered satellite debris. Under the sunlight, it shimmered with a dreamlike silver-white hue, so tranquil it was unsettling.

Zhao Gang was busy directing a group of gray-skinned laborers to move Helium-3 into the spaceship. Hearing this, he paused, not daring to respond.

His boss's train of thought had always been in the "god-tier" category.

You say it's a waste? That's part of Saturn itself! What is he trying to do?

Jiang Chen obviously didn't need an answer from him; he had already excitedly opened a projection on the console: "Look, while these Saturns Rings are spectacular, besides looking good, they have almost no practical value. They're just a pile of space junk."

"And this orbit is too monotonous." "Since we've already lit up Jupiter to use as a lightbulb, why can't these Saturns Rings… contribute some residual heat?"

Academician Chen Shuyin pushed up her glasses, standing to the side, and coldly dealt a blow: "How do you want to handle it? Light it up like you did with Jupiter? Do you have any idea how violent a gravitational disturbance that would cause?"

"Light it up? That's destructive violence." Jiang Chen stood up and drew a large circle on the operation panel. "We need to be civilized, elegant, and sustainable."

"What we're going to do is convert it into a… racetrack." "A racetrack?" Even Academician Chen Shuyin was dumbfounded. "You want to… hold a race on the Saturns Rings?"

"This idea is absolutely genius!" Before Jiang Chen could answer, an alien envoy passing by—a guy who looked like an octopus—instantly became excited, its tentacles waving frantically. "Great Father God! This is simply art! The thrill of extreme drifting between ice crystals and rocks is definitely a top-tier event that no civilization in the Milky Way Galaxy can resist!"

Jiang Chen gave the octopus an approving look. This guy has high comprehension.

"Exactly." Jiang Chen waved his hand, and the entire command room vibrated with his passion. "We are going to host the 'First Milky Way Galaxy F1 Speed Race'!"

"All participating civilizations, as long as they finish the race, will not only receive high-spec technical compensation but also a box of… hmm, extra-spicy hot pot base, personally sponsored by me!"

"This is a grand event that only top-tier civilizations are qualified to participate in. It's not just a test of speed, but a test of a civilization's engine technology!"

The entire live stream room instantly boiled over. Tens of billions of viewers watched that Saturns Rings racetrack, which had been forcibly modified by Jiang Chen with adjusted gravitational parameters and made as smooth as a mirror, and were all dumbfounded.

[Holy crap! God Jiang's imagination is on a black hole level! Turning the Saturns Rings into a racetrack?]

[Mom asked me why I'm kneeling while watching the stream, because this is true interstellar racing!]

[This is so romantic! Racing ships at several times the speed of sound on a ring belt hundreds of thousands of kilometers long—this is way more advanced than Initial D!]

[The point isn't the race, it's that box of hot pot base! Hot pot base produced by God Jiang is cosmic-level deliciousness, who wouldn't crave that?!]

"Registration starts now!" Jiang Chen sat in his chair, waving his hand at the camera in an extremely humble-bragging way. "Spots are limited, first come, first served. Those poor civilizations that can't even bring out a decent spacecraft, don't bother joining in the fun. We only accept those who are 'rich and have technology'."

Within ten minutes, the Dragon Country's diplomatic channel was about to be stuffed to the brim with applications.

In the entire Milky Way Galaxy, any civilization with a name, even a primitive tribe still picking fruit from trees, was trying every possible way to modify their ships and send them over.

This wasn't just for that box of hot pot base. It was to show their faces in front of that "Milky Way Galaxy Village Chief"!

If Jiang Chen happened to be happy and casually rewarded you with a few anti-gravity modules, wouldn't you be able to walk sideways in the universe afterward?

"Boss." Zhao Gang looked at the registration list in the background that was almost covering the radar screen, his facial muscles twitching crazily. "How much… should we charge for the registration fee?"

"Whatever." Jiang Chen didn't even lift his head, continuing to roll the "walnuts" in his hands. "They all have to buy our power rings anyway; those without money can pay with minerals. It's a win-win deal regardless. You figure out a high price, don't lower our status."

"Understood." Zhao Gang turned to go process this pile of ore contracts, which were enough to buy ten galaxies.

Jiang Chen looked outside at the racetrack, which was being groomed as straight as a mirror by construction robots, but another matter came to mind.

After all, this was an "F1 Grand Prix," and since it was a race, as the organizer, how could he not personally enter the field and give these aliens a little bit of "Earth shock"?

"Oh right, Old Chen." Jiang Chen turned his head, looking at Academician Chen Shuyin who was recording data. "Is that wuling hongguang in our warehouse, the one with the engine stripped out and gathering dust in the corner, still there?"

Academician Chen Shuyin paused, her expression becoming extremely colorful: "You mean that… that piece-of-junk cargo van we got from a bankrupt factory to settle a debt?" "You haven't thrown it away yet?"

"Throw it away? That's a classic!" A gleam of something called "playing the pig to eat the tiger" flashed in Jiang Chen's eyes, and a very punchable smile appeared on his face:

"The race is tomorrow." "Install a set of that… 'Level 1 Curvature Engine' we just finished." "And weld the outer shell shut for me; don't let it fall apart when those alien ships bump into it." "I'm going to participate personally."

"Let these alien bumpkins see what it means to…" "wuling hongguang, drainage ditch drift!"

Academician Chen Shuyin looked at his serious yet crazy appearance, really not knowing what to complain about. A dignified ruler of the Milky Way Galaxy. Driving a wuling hongguang to race against those interstellar warships armed to the teeth?

If he won, would those alien civilizations even be able to show their faces anymore?

"Jiang Chen, are you really going to race?" Academician Chen Shuyin rolled her eyes, but her hands were very honest, already helping him modify the power matching parameters for that hongguang: "You're clearly going to commit a crime." "Even if you change the engine, the appearance is too provocative." "What if they get angry and just blast you with laser cannons?"

"Blast me?" Jiang Chen turned his head, looking through the porthole at the old warship from some super galaxy that had already started warming up its engines, a flash of coldness in his eyes. "If they dare to fire, I'll let them know what 'true driving skills' are." "After all, that basic maneuver of drifting through a turn, those aliens who can't even hold chopsticks steady…" "They won't learn it in a lifetime."

Jiang Chen stood up and stretched, facing the endless golden racetrack circling Saturn, his bones popping like firecrackers. "Tomorrow, I'll let these aliens know." "What the end of the universe is…" "It's our Dragon Country's—Old Driver!"

After speaking, he strode toward the dock, where that hongguang, now sporting a "Chenxing Wuling" logo, was undergoing final power calibration, the air around the entire car body even beginning to faintly distort.

Watching that scene, the alien envoys in the base who had originally been skeptical about this race finally felt unprecedented fear. Is this a car? This is clearly a mobile disaster wrapped in a wuling hongguang shell that can instantly flatten space!

And Jiang Chen, sitting in the driver's seat, was calmly adjusting the passenger seat. There, a Pikachu sat, curiously watching the dashboard.

"Pikachu, fasten your seatbelt." Jiang Chen stroked its fuzzy ears, a flash of madness in his eyes. "If we get caught speeding later, remember to zap those traffic police." "After all, this is the first tough battle we've fought here in the Milky Way Galaxy."

This night. The stars were trembling. And that racetrack laid out on the Saturns Rings was quietly waiting for the moment that would create history.

Regardless of whether the opponent was an interstellar emperor with countless warships, or a so-called god whose technological level crushed Earth. In front of this hongguang with the wuling hongguang logo. They would all… have to learn how to "yield the road."

With a low roar from the engine that was enough to shatter an asteroid. This hongguang, carrying the dreams of Earthlings, was finally—officially setting sail!