Taking a sip of coffee, Toto smiled and asked, "You probably already know, the reason I called you here this time is to ask if you’ve considered joining the Mercedes-Benz system."
Qin Miao frowned slightly. He truly couldn’t understand the hidden meanings in people’s words, but he could understand the surface meaning.
What Toto asked this time was: whether to join the Mercedes-Benz system, not whether to join the Mercedes F1 team.
The difference brought by just a few words is quite significant.
Toto didn’t explain, just looked at Qin Miao, waiting for his response.
Qin Miao thought for a moment, tentatively asked, "If I join, can I drive F1 next year?"
Toto shrugged, "The key to whether you can drive an F1 car next year doesn’t depend on my consent to let you drive, but on you.
If you can maintain your current form, next year you might even come to Mercedes’ top team.
But if eventually, you only manage to get the F2 championship and lose your current dominating performance, you could still enter F1, but you’d have to enter Williams or Racing Point first to see how you adapt to F1 events during a season."
Qin Miao understood now and nodded knowingly, regarding the possibility of starting high and ending low, eventually not even getting the F2 championship?
Toto hadn’t considered this aspect, and Qin Miao didn’t think he’d perform poorly like that.
"I understand." Qin Miao took a deep breath, "I’ve indeed been considering whether to leave Ferrari recently. Although they have a great chance of offering me an F1 driver position next season, certain things some people at Ferrari have done have indeed shocked me greatly.
So, I think Mercedes is my first stop after leaving Ferrari’s youth training."
Toto had a smile on his face. The good thing about talking with young people is simplicity and directness, no need to waste brain cells, just say whatever’s on your mind, straightforwardly.
"I’m sure you will never regret the decision you made today." Toto stood up with a smile and formally extended his hand to Qin Miao.
Qin Miao also stood up, their hands came together in a handshake, and both of them seemed to have reached a verbal agreement. Follow current novels on novel[f]ire.net
As for the details of the contract, that’s not something the two of them needed to discuss, it would be left to the teams behind them.
Qin Miao basically didn’t have high demands regarding salary, as long as it was enough to support his mother and cover the daily expenses for him and his spouse.
However, one point was Qin Miao’s bottom line, which was to reduce his media activities. He could accept the pre-race parade and interviews, post-race interviews, and filming that all drivers had to participate in.
But anything else, like commercial shoots, sponsor events, Qin Miao would essentially avoid if possible.
Besides this bottom line which couldn’t be compromised, everything else could be negotiated.
After shaking hands, they both sat back down. Only then did Qin Miao curiously ask, "Mr. Wolff, I want to know how my contract with Ferrari will be handled?"
ps. The Dog Author made some very basic mistakes while writing Chapter 144, which affected the reading experience of the readers, and the Dog Author solemnly apologizes to all readers here.
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Now Chapter 144 has been revised, some stupid content written previously has been deleted, if you’re interested, you can go back and take a look.
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