At the very bottom was a row of portraits, most of which were drivers, with a few being key figures who had made outstanding contributions to Ferrari.
Meanwhile, in front of every sports car, there was a black sign that listed the car’s model, year of design, engine data, and introductions in both English and Italian.
To be honest, for most racers, this place is truly a dream paradise.
What draws them in is not only the classic Ferrari sports cars filled with design aesthetics, but also that wall full of honors.
These things are what any ambitious driver eagerly desires.
Before joining Ferrari, taking their newly hired drivers or staff for a tour of the Ferrari museum is a sort of indirect motivation.
To be frank, Qin Miao didn’t have any profound insights.
Perhaps due to different growth environments, Qin Miao didn’t feel much about identifying with a company’s culture.
Though Qin Miao liked Ferrari cars and their designs, he couldn’t develop a sense of identity with the company like other Italians or youngsters with an F1 dream.
After touring the museum, the only thing that moved Qin Miao a bit was the realization: Ferrari’s designs are truly extraordinary. No matter the era, their supercars always look so imposing, full of racing aesthetics.
And Lubos, who had been introducing all this to Qin Miao and Qimeng, always had a faint, almost invisible smile on his face.
This might be the confidence stemming from his pride as an Italian and a Ferrari employee.
The museum tour took the three of them nearly an hour, and afterward, they didn’t head straight to the factory.
Instead, they spent some time in the lounge prepared for Ferrari employees.
Ferrari’s museum is open to everyone, even tourists can visit, so naturally, there’s no break at noon.
But the factory is different. Factory workers have set working hours; although they often work overtime, they usually do so at night, leaving lunchtime for meals and rest for the employees.
Moreover, the lounge is not dull. After all, this is a racing company. Besides watching TV, drinking beverages, and playing arcade games, there are racing simulators available to play with.
They stayed in the lounge until around two in the afternoon, and after finishing their last drinks, the three stood up together, preparing to head to the Ferrari factory.
The three soon arrived in front of the Ferrari factory. The building isn’t tall, but it’s quite long, measuring at least thirty meters.
Putting aside the exterior, Ferrari’s factory building is quite similar to those rectangular blue-roofed factories found in domestic heavy industrial parks.
The first floor is just an ordinary glass curtain wall, but the interior has blinds drawn for sunshade. On the far left of the second floor is a huge Ferrari logo, about two-thirds of a floor high, and the second floor is also composed of Ferrari’s classic red mixed with black and white stripes.
Honestly speaking, it’s no surprise since they design sports cars; the aesthetic of this factory building is impressive. At first glance, both Qin Miao and Qimeng found it appealing.
But just as the three were about to go in for a tour, someone patted Qin Miao’s shoulder from behind.
Qin Miao turned around in confusion, and then stood there in shock.
The person who patted Qin Miao’s shoulder was also a little surprised.
"It really is you..."
The two exclaimed in surprise almost simultaneously.
At this moment, Qin Miao was still in his casual clothes. With Lubos leading the way, Qin Miao wasn’t worried about his attire hindering access anywhere.
Seeing Qin Miao’s outfit, Leclerc assumed he might have come touring.
So he kindly advised, "This is the Ferrari factory, not accessible for tourists.
If you’re here for tourism, I suggest you visit the Ferrari museum."
After the initial shock of realizing it was Leclerc calling him, Qin Miao was more intrigued.
Why would someone like Leclerc remember him from just a brief encounter?
Nevertheless, upon hearing Leclerc’s question, Qin Miao instinctively replied, "I’m not here for tourism; I’m here for work."
Leclerc looked puzzled.
Lubos stepped forward to explain, "Qin Miao is a rookie driver we just signed."
Leclerc raised an eyebrow, then a smile broke on his handsome face, even dimples appeared: "Is that so? Then I share the same eye as the one who signed Qin Miao; I also think Qin Miao is a very talented driver."
"Congratulations! I’m truly happy for you."
Leclerc even made a point of coming over to shake hands and give Qin Miao a hug, his gaze full of incredulity and surprise.
Facing Leclerc’s praise, Qin Miao felt a bit shy for a moment.
With others’ compliments, Qin Miao would merely smile and accept them, but Leclerc is a real F1 driver. Just his status as an F1 driver was enough to curb the arrogance within Qin Miao, not to mention Leclerc’s almost overflowing talent. Follow current novels on novel·fiɾe·net
"You flatter me, I might not be as great as you think." Qin Miao responded slightly modestly.
Although aware that Chinese people value modesty, Leclerc hadn’t interacted much to have a concrete sense of it.