How Did I Become an F1 Driver?

Leclerc nonchalantly said, "Qin Miao actually has a good personality. As long as you don’t touch his bottom line, he can take a joke. Besides, I’ve already figured out where to arrange for him, without affecting his Sunday race."

"Alright~"

Leclerc himself actually didn’t believe Qin Miao would agree when he went over this time.

After all, these guest rooms are reserved for hosting dignitaries. How could you, a mere driver, justify staying there?

However, given Leclerc’s understanding of the Monaco royal family, even if they want to refuse Qin Miao, they’d do it politely, so Leclerc wasn’t worried that Qin Miao would be rudely rebuffed.

...

Then, more than an hour later, Qin Miao called back.

At this point, Leclerc had finished his business and was sitting on the hotel’s balcony, looking at his phone.

Answering the call, Leclerc’s voice carried a smile, though he tried to suppress it: "How did it go?"

But Qin Miao’s next words completely shocked the ready-to-laugh Leclerc.

"Albert II agreed, I can go to the palace to lay low for the entire Grand Prix weekend."

Leclerc: ??????

"Ah?"

"No, bro."

"Huh???"

"Why?"

Now it was Qin Miao’s turn to be dumbfounded; wasn’t it you who advised me to contact Albert? What’s with your huge reaction?

"What do you mean, why? Is there any issue?"

Leclerc didn’t answer but wondered aloud, "They agreed just like that, without any strings attached?"

Qin Miao was still puzzled: "Nope, what do you mean?"

"Did you say something to Albert II? Or did you pay the Monaco royal family?"

Qin Miao thought for a moment: "I didn’t say much, just called Albert II and told him my home address was exposed, fans have been blocking my front door, and asked if I could stay at the Monaco palace during the Grand Prix."

"And then?"

"Then he agreed, and now I’ve been arranged a room; I just need to bring my things over."

"FK!"

Qin Miao paused: "You seem really worked up.

Did anything happen while I was contacting Albert? Did your girlfriend leave you because you couldn’t last long enough?"

"FK, Qin Miao! Shut up!" Leclerc was clearly a little frantic: "How could Albert just agree like that?"

Seeing Leclerc’s frenzy, Qin Miao furrowed his brows slightly, then realized: "TMD, could it be when you told me to find Albert II, you didn’t have any good intentions? Did you think he’d refuse, and now that he’s agreed, you’re just freaked out?"

Leclerc candidly admitted: "Yeah, that’s exactly what I thought, but...no...how could you...oh gosh! Qin Miao, you’re really a menace!"

At this point, Qin Miao couldn’t care less what Leclerc was tangled up about and directly said: "Alright, now I have to deal with you! When I return to Monaco next week, clean your neck and wait for me."

"No, why did they agree?" Leclerc didn’t heed Qin Miao’s threat, still bewildered: "Qin Miao, tell me the method; I also want to stay at the Monaco palace for two days!"

Qin Miao hung up the phone directly, but he had a strong premonition that in the coming days, Leclerc would likely be endlessly troubled by this matter.

"Damn it, why haven’t I, a Monaco native, stayed at the palace, and he, a Chinese person, can?" Leclerc pulled his hair, messing up the style he’d just groomed.

...

And Qin Miao really did as he told Leclerc, going to the Monaco palace with his luggage the next day.

The palace is actually next to the under-construction Monte Carlo track, located roughly between T18 and T19 of the Monte Carlo circuit. It’s less than 100 meters straight-line distance from the track, making the Monaco palace a great place to watch the race.

Although Qin Miao wasn’t coming here for the first time, in the past, Qin Miao came for sightseeing and never went to the royal living quarters.

This time, Qin Miao’s status was different; he was a guest.

Once entering the Monaco palace, a servant led him one-on-one, touring all the areas open to visitors, including the wine cellar.

Though Qin Miao usually doesn’t drink and doesn’t know much about wine, in his work environment and among the people he knows, many enjoy red wine. Hence, Qin Miao often dines and socializes with them, naturally gaining some understanding of wine. Just a brief glance revealed that the wine collection in the Monaco palace’s cellar is worth over tens of millions.

Only to conclude that although Monaco doesn’t impose personal income tax, they certainly collect business tax.

Truly wealthy.

After a brief tour, Qin Miao was settled into the royal accommodation arranged for him.

Even reaching the living quarters wasn’t the end.

The servant solemnly introduced to Qin Miao the history of the Monaco palace, the notable figures who had stayed in this resting room, and the history of the sculptures, decorations, and paintings in the room.

Highlighting four words: cultural heritage.

Honestly, this experience was quite astonishing, but after moving in, Qin Miao felt somewhat uneasy.

After all, this isn’t his home, and the place is quite large. Guards and servants are quietly observing him from unimaginable corners, no matter what he does.

They aren’t surveilling Qin Miao; instead, they’re always present in those corners, ready to follow the Duke of Monaco’s orders.

Albert II might not have these thoughts, and even Prince Jacques, attending events in France, upon hearing about Qin Miao staying at the palace, started clamoring to return to Monaco.

One might say that they were quite pleased to hear Qin Miao was staying at the Monaco palace.

Yet Qin Miao still felt somewhat like a guest, not entirely uncomfortable but instinctively resistant.

However, this feeling vanished once Prince Jacques returned to Monaco.

Because after this little guy returned, Qin Miao hardly had time for idle thoughts; he was curious about everything Qin Miao did.

In the morning, when Qin Miao went to Monaco’s local gym for physical training, this kid trailed with two bodyguards, tagging along to the gym.

In the afternoon, when Qin Miao trained on Leclerc’s home simulator, he pulled up a small stool to sit beside Qin Miao.

Importantly, this kid was very considerate; he was just overly curious about Qin Miao’s work and wouldn’t disturb him.

Qin Miao couldn’t even utter a harsh word to send him away.

But soon, Qin Miao, even if wanting to enjoy this relatively relaxed working atmosphere, found it impossible.

Because on Sunday, a rumor began online that Qin Miao was to join Ferrari after next season.

In fact, Qin Miao didn’t even learn about it immediately. Only after finishing the morning’s physical training and retrieving his phone did he see over twelve missed calls combined from Leclerc and Zhou Guanyu, alongside three or four missed calls from Norris and Hamilton.

Seeing this situation, Qin Miao knew that something must have happened.

After sending Prince Jacques back to the Monaco palace, Qin Miao found a quiet spot and called his agency.

When the call connected, Qin Miao hastily asked, "Did something happen recently?"

"Boss, your phone finally got through. Here’s what happened: at 10 this morning, news broke out that you’re joining Ferrari next season," explained the agency’s representative on the other end.