"Even though you’re on good terms with Zhou Guanyu, just saying happy birthday feels like you’re not treating him like a person. Please, put in a bit more effort to come up with a slightly better gift for him, I’m begging you."
After Qimeng’s reminder, Qin Miao suddenly realized that Zhou Guanyu’s birthday was at the end of this month. But once aware of it, Qin Miao felt a bit stressed because choosing a gift for someone was indeed a bit of a challenge for him.
"Can’t you just help me pick something like you do for others?"
In Qin Miao’s household, social interactions have always been handled by Qimeng, and this girl has a real knack for it, managing relationships with everyone very well. Gifts are something she sends out on every festival and occasion.
Although the things Qimeng sends each year are different, the same items are given to everyone in the same year.
For example, last year, the gifts for everyone were tea brought over from home and a set of very exquisite-looking tea ware. In fact, this set wasn’t cheap at all.
This year, the gifts are Moutai and a set of accompanying wine glasses.
Though the shipping cost is more than the price of the liquor, the sentiment has indeed been conveyed.
Putting aside the suitability of giving liquor to a driver, when Zhou Guanyu finds out that the birthday gift from Qin Miao is the same as what’s given to others, no matter how good their relationship is, it will be affected to some extent.
Not realizing it’s too late to send a birthday gift and deliberately being perfunctory about it are two different things.
So Qimeng straightforwardly replied, "Nope, think for yourself."
Before Qin Miao could say anything else, Qimeng added, "Don’t stay up too late playing games, that’s it, I’ve said my piece, you should rest early."
After saying this, Qimeng directly hung up the phone, leaving Qin Miao staring helplessly at the call-ended screen on his phone.
Scratching his head with a bit of a headache, Qin Miao really didn’t know what would be suitable to gift Zhou Guanyu.
As for just picking something from the items he redeemed with lottery points to give to Zhou Guanyu, Qin Miao never considered it.
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Suddenly thinking of the system, Qin Miao had a sudden flash of inspiration. He still had a shipping container key.
Wouldn’t gifting Zhou Guanyu this be much more creative than those ordinary birthday gifts?
It would definitely be interesting.
Qin Miao knew Zhou Guanyu and was sure he would like something .
Thinking of this, Qin Miao quickly made a note on his phone to prevent himself from forgetting Zhou Guanyu’s birthday.
After taking care of this, Qin Miao became engrossed in the gaming world for over half an hour before going to bed.
The next day, after completing his daily training, Qin Miao called up Ken and headed to the paddock.
To Qin Miao’s surprise, the young Spaniards were indeed stubborn. The current environment showed no signs of improvement and even signs of worsening, yet these people were pushing against the tide, with only a few people at the driver’s entrance but a noticeable queue at the track entrance.
Even though these people were wearing masks as required by the organizers, it’s a place where crowds gather, so what might happen there needs no further guessing.
Qin Miao didn’t think they were unaware of this point, but despite that, people were still heading into the paddock.
Honestly, Qin Miao was genuinely impressed by these people, willing to overlook their own safety just to watch a race.
Of course, this might also involve differing values between nations and their people; it’s normal for a Chinese person like Qin Miao not to understand the Spaniards’ thoughts.
The organizers were equally absurd for selling tickets under such circumstances.
One dares to sell, and another dares to come.
This absolutely epitomizes entertainment to the death.