Chapter 130: Longboard Downhill

What is longboard downhill?

Before today, his understanding of this sport was merely superficial. But now, having received the system's skill reward, he had reached master level in all board-related sports.

Naturally, he understood longboard downhill perfectly.

Precisely because he understood this sport well, Qin Yun knew that reaching a speed of 140 km/h meant putting his life on the line.

What does 140 mean? Faster than cars on China's highways.

Cars are metal enclosing flesh—you feel no real danger—but longboard downhill is a person standing on a board, hurtling down steep roads, using body weight and gravity to achieve maximum speed.

It is already one of the most dangerous and fastest extreme sports.

Know that this sport has no mechanical brakes; it relies entirely on technique to slow down. Yet globally, very few people practice longboard downhill—it's a tiny niche.

It became famous precisely because it is so dangerous.

But there are plenty of reckless people worldwide who fear nothing, so the sport is slowly entering mainstream awareness. Still, downhill remains out of reach for ordinary people.

"Qin—"

Catherine's voice pulled Qin Yun's attention away from the system interface.

"Sorry, I was just thinking about something."

"Oh? Care to share?" Catherine asked curiously.

At that moment, lamb spine arrived, steaming with rich aroma. Qin Yun's appetite returned instantly. The two children beside him also stared hungrily—had they not feared the heat, they'd have reached out to grab it.

While the pot still boiled, Qin Yun said simply: "I plan to do an extreme sports livestream in Beijing. If Red Bull is interested, we could consider a collaboration."

Catherine paused, urging: "Qin, don't worry—I'll definitely help you secure the deal. There's no need to risk a livestream; no matter how well-prepared, it's still dangerous."

She assumed Qin Yun proposed the livestream because of his negotiations with Red Bull, and she admired him for it.

Qin Yun smiled without denying it: "I plan to challenge longboard downhill at Miaofeng Mountain in Beijing, aiming for a peak speed of 140 km/h."

Catherine blinked, studying him with confusion: "Qin, did I hear you wrong?"

"You heard me right." Qin Yun shrugged, smiling faintly. "Yep, 140 km/h. That's my target."

"Oh, my God!" Catherine's eyes widened. "That's insane!"

Qin Yun watched the broth boil, then used serving chopsticks to place lamb spine into each of their bowls.

Only then did he say calmly: "If it's not dangerous, is it even an extreme challenge?"

"But… Qin, are you skilled at longboard downhill?"

In the earlier video, Catherine had only seen skiing, mountaineering, rock climbing, and wilderness survival.

"Yeah, pretty skilled." Qin Yun thought: Before today, you asked me, I'd have said no. But now? Different story.

Seeing Qin Yun was determined, Catherine dropped her persuasion and began considering the collaboration.

After a moment's thought, she nodded: "Qin, I'll contact the company tonight. I can approve this sponsorship. The amount? I need to meet with marketing first—I'm sorry. But I'll fight for the highest possible price."

"Thank you, Catherine. Come on, eat—this tastes amazing."

With that settled in a few words, they dropped work talk and shared personal anecdotes.

…

Back at the Forbidden City's accommodation, Qin Yun immediately contacted Su Huan.

"Su Huan, I'm planning a longboard downhill livestream near Miaofeng Mountain in a few days. Help me contact relevant equipment manufacturers."

"Skateboarding?" Su Huan froze, exclaiming, "When did you even learn skateboarding?"

"Skateboarding and skiing—just one character apart, same principle. You saw how well I ski; skateboarding won't be a problem."

Listening to Qin Yun's serious nonsense, Su Huan laughed bitterly: "Are you going to tell me you can surf too?"

"Cough!" Qin Yun thought: Give me time—I might learn it soon.

"Alright, no joking. Are you serious?"

Qin Yun said: "Dead serious. This time I'm pushing limits—target: peak speed over 140 km/h."

"…………"

"Do you realize what you're saying? I've never driven over 130 km/h, and now you're telling me you'll ride a board at 140?" Su Huan's voice rose sharply.

Qin Yun quickly moved the phone away. When her outburst ended, he replied: "That's why it's called extreme sport."

"But it's too dangerous!" Su Huan remained uneasy. "What if you lose control at top speed? Life-threatening risk."

"Don't worry." Qin Yun reassured her. "Longboard downhill has a very low global fatality rate—far lower than mountaineering."

"Really?" Su Huan doubted it.

"Check it yourself later." Qin Yun spoke firmly. "I survived Yaomei Peak—nine out of ten deaths—and this is just longboard downhill."

"Fine, I'll check. What gear do you need? Are there any specialized companies in China?"

Qin Yun gave Su Huan the data: "NHS from the U. ., DBH from China, SWAY from South Korea. Pick one."

"Got it. I'll research first, then get back to you."

"Mm." After finishing business, Qin Yun asked about Su Huan's personal life: "What are you doing? Had dinner?"

"Ate long ago. What time is it?" Su Huan put on headphones, set the phone aside, and began washing undergarments. "You've been in Beijing for days—everything going well? Confirmed the wilderness survival filming schedule?"

"Yes. Confirmed for January 1st. But I'll head to Canada in late December for a ten-day training camp."

"Atlin Lake in Canada—January temperatures drop to minus twenty. Another extreme climate. This wilderness survival will be brutal."

Qin Yun chuckled: "For contestants, it's two million dollars. No matter how hard, it's worth it."

"So when are you finally launching your YouTube channel?"

"Whenever you want."

Su Huan sighed: "Forget it. I'll plan it for you—you'd wait until the flowers have withered."

"Hehe, thanks for the trouble."

Qin Yun felt relieved to have one less thing to worry about.

"What can I do? You're the boss, I'm just an employee."

They chatted and laughed, unaware time had slipped past—when they noticed, it was already past ten.

"Alright, it's late. Let's stop. Get some rest. I'm going to shower."

"Mm." Su Huan nodded. "I'll contact those companies tomorrow."

"Good. Bye."

"Bye!"

After hanging up, Qin Yun lay on the bed, momentarily lost in thought.

The memory of Song Mu and Song Ya's visit still lingered vividly—it unsettled him.

No wonder more people today avoid marriage. In China, marriage isn't just two people—it's two families.

When two lives with completely different values collide, peaceful coexistence is rare. Most family relationships are merely between strangers.

Worse still, like Song Mu, some interfere, complain, gossip behind the scenes—leaving no day of peace.

"Whatever. Let it flow."

Qin Yun undressed, bathed, and went to sleep.

The next day, he returned to the Forbidden City. After confirming no further work required his involvement, he requested to leave.

Yang Zhiyu and Zeng Yanming were reluctant.

"Little Qin, come visit Beijing often. You're always welcome."

"Yes," Zeng Yanming patted his shoulder. "I always feel you're hiding more treasures. I'd lock you in the Forbidden City and interrogate you properly."

Qin Yun feigned terror: "Master Zeng, I'm no palace eunuch, and you're no emperor."

"Hahaha!" Everyone burst into laughter.

Before parting, Yang Zhiyu added: "If you ever get restoration questions, don't refuse."

"Never." Qin Yun nodded solemnly. "Just call me, Master Yang—I'll come."

"Good. That's what I wanted to hear. I'll remember." Yang Zhiyu pulled Yang Yanqiu forward. "Xiao Qiu, see Qin Yun off."

The two walked out of the Forbidden City.

Qin Yun said: "That's far enough. Go back. Next time, I'll treat you to dinner—preferably with Forbidden City funding."

"Pfft!"

Yang Yanqiu burst out laughing.

"Yes, Master Qin. Forbidden City funds are tight, but feeding us two meals? Easily."

After bidding farewell to Yang Yanqiu, Qin Yun returned to his hotel to pack.

Since he wouldn't be working at the Forbidden City, he couldn't stay there. He planned to head near Miaofeng Mountain and find lodging.

After packing, before leaving, Catherine called.

"Qin, thirty thousand yuan sponsorship. All you need is to wear a Red Bull-branded custom pair of glasses. Of course, we need rights to promote the video afterward."

Qin Yun perked up: "Catherine, this is great news."

"Haha, your name was already on our sports marketing list. When I mentioned your longboard downhill livestream, the company approved it immediately."

"Also," Catherine continued, "the company will send someone to Beijing tomorrow to meet you, sign the contract. Whether they'll offer a personal sponsorship depends on circumstances. I think they want to see how your livestream performs—or whether you succeed."

"I understand."

"I'm leaving Beijing tomorrow night—I'm heading to Shaanxi. Hope we meet again."

"Yes, we will. Say hello to Sasha and Jerry for me."

"Mm. Bye."

After checking into a guesthouse near Miaofeng Mountain, Su Huan delivered good news.

Every manufacturer she contacted was willing to sponsor, but only DBH offered 100, 00 yuan.

"Then let's go with DBH—have them come to Beijing. I'll send you the location; just contact me when they arrive. Also, I've already secured Red Bull as a sponsor for this event—they'll come to Beijing tomorrow to sign the contract, and the sponsorship fee is three hundred thousand yuan."

Su Huan hadn't expected Qin Yun to have such business acumen, and quickly said, "I'll come over tomorrow too. There are too many contracts to sign—I can't trust you to handle them alone."

Qin Yun thought about it—he was right.

Let professionals handle professional matters; why should he exhaust himself studying contracts?

"Alright, send me your flight details. I'll borrow Shen Hu's car tomorrow to pick you up."

"OK, see you tomorrow."

With time still early, Qin Yun left the guesthouse and walked toward Miaofeng Mountain, planning to scout the terrain along the way and make preliminary preparations.

Once his equipment arrives tomorrow, he'll run several tests.

Although he was a master-level skill user, attempting a rapid descent without any preparation carried a near-certain ninety-nine percent chance of disaster. After all, he didn't even know the road conditions—if he couldn't memorize every section of the route, doing something this extreme was suicide.

Moreover, he was doing this as a solo descent—he couldn't get official road closures. That meant even if he chose early morning, people would still be moving around Miaofeng Mountain.

So he had to consider every possible factor.