How Did I Become an F1 Driver?-Chapter 578 - 248: Leaving Home

Boss Zhou excitedly placed the box on his desk.

But he didn't rush to unbox it; instead, he handed his phone to Qin Miao and said, "Qin, could you help me record the unboxing video later? I'm going to find some gloves. Unboxing this without gloves feels a bit wasteful."

Although Qin Miao wanted to say it wasn't necessary—after all, he had often seen other F1 drivers casually tossing their steering wheels around on the track—he understood. Thinking about it, before he became an F1 driver, even back when he was driving in F2, if he had the chance to get a steering wheel used by an F1 driver, he'd probably be just as excited as Boss Zhou.

So Qin Miao patiently waited to see Boss Zhou's performance.

Qimeng, having been there before, knew it would take Boss Zhou a while to unbox the steering wheel, so she sat on the sofa and began to wait.

When Boss Zhou went to find gloves, he realized he hadn't been a good host. He fetched two bottles of mineral water from the fridge in his office and handed them to Qin Miao and Qimeng, apologized, and then hurried out to find the gloves.

More than ten minutes later, Boss Zhou returned, and sure enough, he had found a pair of white gloves often seen in unboxing videos.

Once back, despite the sweat on his forehead, Boss Zhou had Qin Miao start recording the video, and then he began the unboxing of the steering wheel.

Boss Zhou carefully lifted the lid of the pure black box, revealing a layer of black foam padding inside.

Removing the foam revealed the all-black steering wheel, which had a protective film on its display screen. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

It's worth mentioning that since this was a steering wheel used by Qin Miao, there were obvious signs of use on it.

Scratches and fingerprints were present.

Some were from Qin Miao and some from his engineer, Reyes.

But Boss Zhou didn't mind at all; seeing this steering wheel was like seeing a rare treasure to him.

Besides the steering wheel itself, the box contained a replacement adapter and a confidentiality agreement.

After all, the wheel was a trade secret of Mercedes, and the internal structure and components of the steering wheel were confidential. Because of Qin Miao's contributions to the team's development and performance, Mercedes didn't object to him giving away an old steering wheel, but the recipient had to sign a confidentiality agreement.

As for the confidentiality agreement, Boss Zhou naturally had no reason to refuse.

He was even a bit excited about signing a confidentiality agreement with Mercedes.

Once the steering wheel was out, Boss Zhou held it in his hands and admired it for quite a while, then placed his hands into the grips as if he were driving the car.

However, once he placed his hands inside, he immediately felt discomfort. The reason was simple: the steering wheel was custom-made for Qin Miao's hands.

And Boss Zhou's fingers and palms were noticeably larger than Qin Miao's, so while he could fit his hands inside, it was clearly a bit tight, and driving for long periods would definitely be uncomfortable.

But despite this, Boss Zhou still cherished the steering wheel dearly.

As for actually doing what Qin Miao said and using the steering wheel on a simulator?

What a joke—$350,000, more than two million RMB for this steering wheel. Even though Boss Zhou could afford it, no matter how wealthy he was, he couldn't bear to use the F1 steering wheel Qin Miao used as his daily steering wheel.

Most importantly, the steering wheel didn't fit his hands.

"Did you get it all?" After thoroughly appreciating his steering wheel for a while, Boss Zhou asked.

Qin Miao nodded, preparing to end the video recording and return the phone to Boss Zhou.

But before Qin Miao could stop the recording, Boss Zhou took the phone and pointed it at Qin Miao, saying, "Look who it is? The person recording my unboxing video is Qin Miao himself. Bet you didn't see that coming? Hahahahaha."

Qin Miao: ...

A bit awkwardly scratching his face, Qin Miao looked at Qimeng, who was holding back her laughter.

Qimeng simply played dumb, her innocent eyes looking at Qin Miao as if asking, "What's wrong?"

Once sure the video was done, Boss Zhou didn't immediately post it to his friend group to show off.

He instead apologized, saying, "Look at me, getting a bit too excited when I found out you gave me a steering wheel and not being a good host. Qin Miao, you and Qimeng sit, and I'll go get my cherished good tea leaves."

Qin Miao quickly stopped Boss Zhou: "No, no, Uncle Zhou, you know the two of us. We've been abroad for so long, and I never drink alcohol because of work. You can have us try some dishes to see if they're delicious, no problem there. But tea and alcohol, we really can't tell the quality."

Seeing this, Boss Zhou didn't insist: "Oh, I see... Alright then, sit."

With that, he sat in the main seat of the coffee table and began brewing tea for the two of them.

"Was the journey back tiring?" He poured out the tea leaves from the original teapot and brewed a new pot.

"Not too bad, we took a direct flight, flew for eleven hours, and landed in the morning," Qimeng replied.

"Oh, was the first class quite comfortable?"

"First class? To return without any transfers and get back sooner, we squeezed into economy class," Qin Miao complained.