Qin Miao thought for a moment and didn’t refuse: "Alright, Mr. Lawson, I’ll head over this afternoon."
"Okay, then I’ll hang up. Stay safe on your way..."
Putting away the phone, Qin Miao sighed helplessly.
Ever since signing with the Ferrari F1 team, Qin Miao’s daily life started becoming irregular. Although meetings weren’t popping up every other day, the number of meetings Qin Miao needed to attend visibly increased.
Luckily, Vicenza is only a little over an hour’s drive from Maranello, plus there are few people on the highways in Europe, making the back-and-forth quite convenient, otherwise, Qin Miao would collapse on the road.
When he got home for dinner, Qin Miao chatted with Qimeng about his plans for tomorrow, and mentioned that he intended to go to Maranello directly in the afternoon. Qimeng understood and even asked Qin Miao to take some tea that had been sent over from home to Lawson.
After dinner, Qin Miao immediately headed to Maranello without stopping.
This time, Qimeng didn’t go along. Since she became Qin Miao’s manager, after Qin Miao gained fame, Qimeng had to occasionally handle calls from clients interested in collaborating with him. Plus, she has her own studies to attend to, so she’s been getting busier and can no longer roam the world with Qin Miao.
After returning to his dorm in Maranello and putting away his luggage, Qin Miao headed to Lawson’s office with the gift.
He knocked, and after hearing Lawson’s reply from inside, Qin Miao pushed the door open and walked in.
Lawson seemed a bit surprised to see Qin Miao and asked, "How come you’re here so early? I thought you wouldn’t arrive until the evening at the earliest."
Qin Miao, closing the door, replied, "I didn’t have anything else in the afternoon, so I thought I’d come over to clean up my room. It wasn’t until I got here that I remembered our dorms have a designated person for cleaning."
While speaking, Qin Miao placed his things on Lawson’s desk and explained to the puzzled Lawson, "This is a famous Tieguanyin from our country. It tastes great and can refresh you like coffee."
Foreigners typically don’t engage in pleasantries when someone brings something over. Seeing Qin Miao with something in his hands, a smile immediately appeared on Lawson’s face, and he accepted it without hesitation, "Thank you, I’ve wanted to try Chinese tea for a long time but never got the chance. Now you’ve given me this opportunity."
Qin Miao shrugged, "Compared to what you’ve done for me, this tea is no big deal. To brew it, just use an appropriate amount of tea leaves, pour hot water over them, and you can drink it after about 3 to 4 minutes."
Lawson: "I know, I know, I saw them making tea on a TV program, and they also mentioned the benefits of drinking tea."
Seeing that Lawson indeed seemed to know how to make tea, Qin Miao didn’t say more. After seeing Lawson accept the gift, Qin Miao chatted with him for a bit more before getting ready to leave.
After all, Qin Miao’s main reason for coming to see Lawson today was to deliver the tea Qimeng prepared for him. Now that the task was done, it was time to leave.
But just before Qin Miao was about to go, Lawson suddenly said, "Oh right, Qin Miao, I just remembered something."
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"Leclerc is also in Maranello today, and he’s currently at the track playing with the cars. If you’re interested, you can go play too. Today is our Ferrari internal driver test drive event. You should have received an email from the system, right?"
Qin Miao nodded, "Indeed, I received the email, but it only mentioned today as the Fiorano Circuit open day, saying all Ferrari drivers could go. I didn’t hear that Leclerc would be there too."
Actually, Qin Miao wasn’t very interested in these internal events. After all, he didn’t know many people there, and most of them had minor conflicts with him.
Being all alone over there didn’t seem fun.
But hearing that Leclerc was also there made Qin Miao slightly interested.
"He’s probably here for a meeting too and just decided to join the fun upon realizing it’s Circuit Day," Lawson explained.
Qin Miao nodded, "Alright, I’ll go take a look."
With that, Qin Miao turned and left Lawson’s office.
Although it’s only a few hundred meters from Lawson’s office to the track and would take less than 5 minutes on foot, Qin Miao didn’t walk over directly. Instead, he returned to his dorm.
In front of his dorm, a sports car covered with a silver car cover was parked.
This was Qin Miao’s 488.
After going upstairs to his room to get his car keys, Qin Miao finally went downstairs and got into his car.
Qin Miao didn’t drive over to show off or anything. On Ferrari’s track day, the team also prepared Ferrari sports cars or supercars for the drivers.
But with so many people and so few cars, drivers wanting to use the cars prepared by Ferrari would have to queue.
But Qin Miao’s connections within Ferrari ensured he wouldn’t get a car offered by anyone out of goodwill in such a public setting. If he wanted to hit the track, he’d have to use his own car.
In less than a minute, Qin Miao was at the track.
At this time, there were quite a few cars parked in the pit area of the Fiorano Circuit, most of them from Ferrari, while those that weren’t were typically just regular cars for commuting.
Qin Miao could occasionally hear the sound of race cars speeding past the entrance of the pit area.