How Did I Become an F1 Driver?-Chapter 839 - 337: Pirelli Tire Test

After leaving, Qin Miao went to Boss Zhou's place.

By that time, Boss Zhou had already made a reservation at a Chinese restaurant in Abu Dhabi. After Qin Miao arrived, he just gave his name and was led into the private room Boss Zhou had booked.

Of course, given Qin Miao's influence abroad now, even though Qin Miao was wearing a mask, sunglasses, and a hat, the person who was leading Qin Miao to meet Boss Zhou still recognized him.

"Are you, Qin Miao?" 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"Huh?" Qin Miao was quite surprised: "I'm like this, and you can still recognize me?"

The other person scratched his head and laughed, saying, "As long as I have time, I watch every one of your qualifying sessions and races, so I'm quite familiar with your voice, and then I recognized you..."

Qin Miao raised an eyebrow, a veteran fan!

"Amazing!" Qin Miao thanked him: "Thank you for liking me so much, but I hope you can keep it a secret and don't let anyone know I'm here, otherwise it will be troublesome for me when I want to leave."

The person nodded frantically like a little chick pecking at rice, then shyly said, "Can I take a photo with you?"

"Of course, no problem."

...

Seeing Boss Zhou again, there wasn't much change in his appearance. For some reason, he even seemed more energetic than before.

"Qin Miao! Hahaha, you kid, you're amazing!" Even though Qin Miao was still wearing a mask and sunglasses, Boss Zhou recognized him immediately and didn't blame him for standing him up in the morning. He just started with praise and compliments for Qin Miao, and his smile was very genuine and happy.

Qin Miao touched his nose embarrassedly and said, "Uncle Zhou, I'm really sorry, I drank a bit last night and overslept in the morning."

"It's okay, it's okay, world champion, the pressure during races is definitely not small. Sleeping a bit more to relieve mental fatigue is good."

After Qin Miao apologized, Boss Zhou didn't pursue the matter, and it basically ended there.

"Hey, just a world champion, not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning, haha."

Moreover, Qin Miao and Boss Zhou had known each other for quite some time, and Qin Miao still owed him, so when chatting with Boss Zhou, Qin Miao didn't feel much pressure and joked around quite casually.

"If Verstappen hears what you said, how would he feel?

And if you didn't add a 'haha' at the end of your sentence, I would think you sound more humble. Now I just feel you're showing off." Boss Zhou said with a smile.

"That's right, I'm showing off.

And with just the two of us here, it's impossible for it to get out.

Have you ordered?"

"Yes, not much, three dishes and one soup, more would be wasteful." Boss Zhou said.

Qin Miao didn't mind, this was just a friend's gathering, the important thing was the company, not the food today.

"Alright."

"Tell me, how does it feel to win the F1 world championship?" After Qin Miao was seated, Boss Zhou poured him a cup of tea and curiously asked.

Qin Miao took the teacup Boss Zhou handed over with both hands, sipped lightly, and then said, "Actually, I can't give you a definite answer."

Boss Zhou was curious, "Oh? Why?"

"I'm currently still in an overly excited state, the effects of adrenaline and dopamine haven't faded. Don't look at how calm I appear on the surface, I've actually been happy all day." Qin Miao said.

"That exaggerated?"

Qin Miao nodded, "Not to mention the situation on the track.

Imagine going through wind and rain, tough training, and physical workouts all year round, having to go to bed and get up early, eat tasteless nutritious meals every day, and sustain this life for over 300 days. In the end, all the hard work, sweat, and frustrations turn into a world championship, that sudden release of pressure and immense sense of achievement.

I really can't use words to describe to you what it felt like standing on the podium yesterday."

"Laughing in your dreams?"

"Even more exaggerated than that."

After chatting for a while, the food began to arrive.

It's hard to believe that in late December in Abu Dhabi, Qin Miao could see hairy crabs at this Chinese restaurant.

Seeing Qin Miao dazed by the hairy crabs, Boss Zhou explained, "Air-shipped from China. Although they're not big, it's nice to have this taste in a foreign land. I'm content."

Qin Miao curiously asked, "How much per crab?"

"Not expensive, just over 300 US Dollars per crab."

Qin Miao's mouth twitched.

2000 plus for a crab that's less than a pound...

Is this the lifestyle of the rich?

Qin Miao could tell that today's meal was indeed not much, but definitely not cheap.

Of course, with Qin Miao's current financial strength, having such a meal didn't bring him any psychological pressure.

While eating, the two chatted, and after a year of F1 racing, Qin Miao not only had impressive results but also knew all the gossip and rumors inside and outside the paddock. Boss Zhou, being a big fan of racing, naturally loved hearing this news. Otherwise, he wouldn't have invested so much money in Qin Miao without asking for anything in return.

Although the ads his company placed on Qin Miao's helmet had raised its reputation among domestic racing fans, since his business was in heavy industry, the audience and racer's fame didn't mean much to Boss Zhou.

Back to the point, since Boss Zhou was particularly interested in all the insider news, during the meal, Qin Miao kept chatting with him about the gossip inside and outside the paddock.