Chapter 1307 - 491: Qin Miao’s Deep Regret
Of course, this tweet was obviously a joke, and everyone can understand it.
After all, your Alfa Romeo’s world champion is wearing a Mercedes uniform.
After the race ended, Qin Miao also visited Ferrari, but he wasn’t as mischievous as he was at Alfa Romeo.
After all, when interacting with the official Alfa Romeo team, whether it’s the fans or the team, they’ll only think Qin Miao is just joking around while visiting Zhou Guanyu.
No one would think that the now prominent Qin Miao would want to join the Alfa Romeo team.
But Ferrari is different; after all, it’s Ferrari. This darn team has a kind of addictive attraction to all drivers.
If Qin Miao interacts frequently with Ferrari, it might make Mercedes and its fans overthink.
It might also send a signal to Ferrari that Qin Miao might consider joining them; otherwise, why would he be flirting with Ferrari people for no reason?
So Qin Miao just found Leclerc, and the two picked a spot to chat.
"Congratulations, world champion! When are you going back to Monaco? You’ll have to treat me to a meal then!" At this moment, Qin Miao and Leclerc were in the lounge area above Ferrari’s paddock.
The race is over now, and even though it’s late, there are still quite a few fans lingering in the paddock, but most of the people in the team paddock have already left.
So, Qin Miao and Leclerc could chat without worrying about anyone disturbing them.
After hearing Leclerc’s words, Qin Miao looked at him with some surprise: "Damn, I won the world championship, so shouldn’t you be treating me to a meal or giving me a gift? It’s topsy-turvy!"
Leclerc’s mouth twitched: "There’s no such logic in the world. No matter what, after winning the championship, you have to treat me to a meal!"
Qin Miao shrugged indifferently: "Alright then, I remember there’s a Chinese restaurant downstairs from my place. Qimeng mentioned it to me once, saying the food there is quite good. When I get back to Monaco, I’ll invite you and Arthur over for a meal."
To Qin Miao, a problem that can be solved with money is no problem at all.
Although he isn’t extremely wealthy now, he’s at least free from want. Treating friends to a meal is not a big deal.
But Leclerc’s purpose for saying those words certainly wasn’t just to make Qin Miao spend money to treat him to a meal.
After all, everyone is well-off. If the restaurant downstairs from Qin Miao’s house really had delicious food, wouldn’t I just pay for it myself?
"That’s too perfunctory. Am I short of money for a meal?"
After chatting, Qin Miao gradually began to realize Leclerc’s mischievous intentions.
After contemplating for a moment, Qin Miao joked: "Your calculations are right in my face."
Seeing that his plan was exposed, Leclerc simply stopped pretending: "Yeah, a meal can be had anytime. I could pick any restaurant in all of France, and I wouldn’t even need a reservation; I could just walk in. If worst comes to worst, I could buy a spot with a little money. But your two-time champion personally cooking a meal—normally, that’s hard to come by."
"Hehe, inviting you that way seems more sincere. Aren’t we brothers? Right?"
Qin Miao joked back: "If we’re truly brothers, then when you come, I’ll just make you noodles to get by."
Leclerc’s expression turned serious: "That’s not okay. A two-time champion, and getting that result in only your second career season—it surely deserves a grand celebration. I’ll go buy the ingredients!"
Looking at Leclerc’s eager expression, Qin Miao couldn’t help but joke: "Damn, I work hard all year, and after winning the world championship, I still have to cook for you bunch of scoundrels at home, right?"
"You sound so distant saying that!"
Qin Miao rolled his eyes and suddenly slapped his right hand with his left.
Just as Leclerc was confused, wondering what was going on with Qin Miao, he heard Qin Miao say with regret: "I shouldn’t have shown off that time. Why did I have to act like a show-off?!"
Leclerc: Laughing.
"Regret now? Too late!"
"Sigh~"
The two were just having a casual chat after work now, with relaxed topics and no special intentions.
"Where do you plan to go during the winter break? Want to set a time for us to go skiing in the Alps?" Leclerc asked.
Qin Miao glanced at Leclerc before shaking his head: "I can’t go out, Qimeng is pregnant. After staying a couple of days in Monaco, I should be heading back home and staying there until the pre-season test starts."
Hearing Qin Miao’s words, Leclerc felt more of envy: "I really envy you."
"Envy me for what? Having a child? A happy family?"
"You can let go," Leclerc said.
A question mark popped up above Qin Miao’s head.
What the hell are you saying? When did you turn into a mysterious person?
Seeing Qin Miao staring at him suspiciously, Leclerc spread his hands: "I, along with my teammates Sainz, Hamilton, and others. After becoming F1 drivers, we’ve somewhat had endorsements and commercial activities linked to us. These commercial activities allow us to earn more money, but you’re different. From the beginning, you’re the one who rarely accepts such commercial contracts. You seldom participate in the team’s marketing activities. You’re willing to use time, which could be spent making a lot of money, to entertain yourself and accompany your family."