Qin Miao didn’t have as complicated feelings as Zhou Guanyu, even though Qin Miao wouldn’t have a poetic notion like "parting is for a better reunion."
But the anticipation for a new life made Qin Miao overlook the faint sorrow of parting with friends, and besides, Qin Miao knew that sooner or later, he would meet Zhou Guanyu again on the circuit.
At the airport, Qin Miao called his mom.
After all, signing the contract meant that his life had fundamentally changed.
The original path set by his mother had already veered off at the moment the system appeared and uncontrollably sprinted down a road no one had imagined.
This time, communication with his mom wasn’t as smooth as it used to be.
Previously, whether it was staying out for a few more days, a sudden windfall, or preparing for a trip abroad, his mom was always open-minded—after all, it was summer vacation, nothing important was delayed, and if he wanted to have fun, he should go.
But knowing Qin Miao had signed a contract with Ferrari, which might require staying abroad for a year or even longer, possibly preventing him from attending college.
Qin Miao’s mom expressed very strong opposition.
Even with Qin Miao explaining that the contract was with the famous Ferrari, the same one that made their family’s 488.
His mom still opposed it. Even when Qin Miao said the contract had already been signed, his mom insisted it could be cancelled.
But Qin Miao had his own beliefs to uphold. He felt his mom didn’t understand his current capabilities and talent, which was why she opposed his development abroad.
What his mom considered was not whether Qin Miao could achieve fame and success outside, but that the racing career was too dangerous; no amount of money could compare to the importance of Qin Miao’s safety to her.
The two couldn’t convince each other and were on the verge of starting an argument.
Seeing the relationship about to fall into a stalemate, it was ultimately Qimeng who stepped in, took Qin Miao’s phone, and started chatting with his mom.
Qin Miao didn’t know exactly what they talked about, but by the time Qimeng handed the phone back, his mom’s attitude had softened a lot.
She didn’t make many demands, just said in a voice tinged with complex emotions on the other end, "Take care of yourself and Qimeng, and stay safe." ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ NoveI[F]ire.net
Then, his mom hung up, and Qin Miao silently stared at his phone.
After resolving the matter with his mom, Qin Miao called Boss Zhou to share the good news.
After all, Boss Zhou was one of the main contributors to Qin Miao joining Ferrari, not to mention his unsolicited twenty million sponsorship. After such a big event, it was only right to inform him.
Initially, Qin Miao wanted Qimeng to tell Boss Zhou, as he was worried about saying something inappropriate due to his own social skills.
However, Qimeng insisted it would be more sincere if Qin Miao conveyed the news himself.
When the call connected, Boss Zhou was, as Qin Miao had anticipated, quite unoccupied, idly playing games in his shop.
Upon suddenly learning Qin Miao had joined Ferrari’s training program, Boss Zhou was stunned for quite a while on the other end.
Only after that did he, in a voice full of disbelief, ask, "Qin, are you sure you’re not joking with me?"
Qin Miao helplessly replied, "Uncle Zhou, I wouldn’t joke about this. Really, Qimeng and I are at the airport now, ready to fly directly to Emilia Romagna in Italy, the place where the Emilia Romagna Grand Prix is held, and also home to Ferrari’s headquarters in Maranello."
Boss Zhou was silent for a moment before unexpectedly saying two words that Qin Miao hadn’t anticipated, "Awesome."
"But... weren’t you just taking Qimeng to watch an F1 Grand Prix? How did you suddenly become a Ferrari trainee?" Clearly, the developments had exceeded Boss Zhou’s expectations, leaving him struggling to comprehend.
A moment later, Boss Zhou said, "Even though I still find it a bit unbelievable, it doesn’t sound like you’re lying... Tell you what, I’ll add another fifty million as your personal sponsorship for the next two years. In return, come back and make a promotional video for my company when you can."
"Uncle Zhou, I’m not calling to seek more investment. I just feel that since you’ve helped me so much along the way, I needed to let you know and share the joy," Qin Miao stated, slightly speechless.
"...Alright." Boss Zhou didn’t insist further.
Once Boss Zhou’s initial shock wore off, he suddenly said, "Qin, do you have a photo of the contract you signed? If not, take one, blur out your personal info, and send it to me—I want to show off!"
After finishing, to boost Qin Miao’s efficiency, Boss Zhou directly hung up the call.
When Qimeng was negotiating with Qin Miao’s mom, she had already taken a photo of the contract to prove its authenticity, so there was no need to take it out again for another picture; she just edited it on the phone, blurred Qin Miao’s info, and sent it to Boss Zhou.