Chapter 1308 - 491: Qin Miao’s Regrets
"Just like your two championships in two years being the first in F1 history, your attitude towards life is unique within the paddock."
"Jealous?" Qin Miao joked with a smile.
But honestly, Qin Miao didn’t think there was anything wrong with his attitude towards life.
You can’t earn all the money in the world, and Qin Miao and Qimeng did the math in Qin Miao’s first year in F1. By the end of the year, the money he made in F1 was already enough to ensure a lifetime of comfort for him, Qimeng, and both sets of parents. So naturally, Qin Miao didn’t care much about making more money.
And even so, Qin Miao’s assets were rapidly increasing at a pace he couldn’t understand.
This may be what they say: the rich get richer, while the poor get poorer.
Of course, it could also be because Qin Miao hasn’t encountered a time when he’s really been in need of money.
But what Qin Miao didn’t expect was that after hearing Qin Miao’s question, Leclerc replied, "Not jealous."
"Although your kind of life is indeed very cool and enjoyable, I still prefer my current lifestyle. At least watching my bank balance grow is something that makes me very happy and joyful."
Qin Miao didn’t comment on Leclerc’s thoughts.
But just as this topic ended, Qin Miao’s phone rang.
Not hiding it from Leclerc, he answered the call directly.
"Qin Miao, your car has been repaired. The inspection found that the engine’s fuel pump was broken. It has now been replaced with a new fuel pump, and the floor has also been replaced. The car has now been fully repaired and sealed. We’re all off work now. For the party later, are you going to drive yourself, or come with us?"
Looking at the time, it was almost ten o’clock at night.
Usually, around this time, Qin Miao and the others would be back at the hotel getting ready to rest. Today, all the races have finally ended, so everyone’s schedule could be adjusted a bit later.
"I’ll drive myself there later, you guys go ahead. Thanks for the hard work."
"Alright, don’t be late. I heard people from Daimler are coming."
"Got it."
Hanging up the phone, Qin Miao got up and stretched.
Leclerc, seeing Qin Miao’s movement, knew he was leaving.
Not getting up to see him off, Leclerc waved at Qin Miao, "Bye, see you in Monaco."
Qin Miao nodded to Leclerc and then left.
Returning to the team base, after grabbing his car keys, Qin Miao went to the parking lot prepared for drivers and team executives by the race organizers, got into his AMG GT, and followed the GPS to the hotel that the Mercedes team booked for the night.
Since there were hardly any delays on the road, Qin Miao didn’t arrive late today. In fact, when he arrived, many team executives hadn’t yet, so Qin Miao was quite early.
Once there, many people greeted Qin Miao naturally.
Familiar with his colleagues, Qin Miao quickly smiled and blended into the crowd. After chatting with them for a bit, he found his comfort zone to eat and play on his phone.
About five minutes later, Hamilton also arrived.
Since it was an internal gathering, Old Man didn’t need to be on camera, so Hamilton was wearing a less flashy outfit—a regular pair of jeans and a gray trench coat.
Although this outfit still stood out, compared to Hamilton’s usual paddock attire, this was pretty modest.