How Did I Become an F1 Driver?-Chapter 582 - 249: Geely Chairman
Recently, the Shanghai race track has been closed to the public. Even if it were open, no one would come to race at the moment. ๐๐ป๐๐ฎ๐๐๐๐๐ค๐ซ๐ฎ๐.๐ฌ๐๐ข
But today is different; someone up there gave the word, and the Shanghai track is open to the public for one day, though not many people know about it.
Even if they knew the track was open for a day, they wouldn't go out of their way to race, since it's still quite dangerous outside, unless you're one of those rich kids going stir-crazy at home.
When Qin Miao arrived at the Shanghai track, he saw several supercars lined up to enter the track through a side gate.
The entry checks were strict: taking temperatures, on-site COVID testing, and distributing top-quality N95 masks as a max precaution.
However, Qin Miao didn't need to bother with all that because Qin Yun had given him a VIP ticket, allowing him to enter through a separate small gate without any checks.
Qin Miao couldn't help but reflect that sometimes it's not just about having money. Look at those driving Lamborghinis, McLaren P1s, Ferraris; whose family isn't worth over a hundred million? Yet they still have to line up when it's time.
Sometimes connections are more useful than money.
Notably, after Qin Miao entered, a masked staff member guided him, and soon Qin Miao was riding in an internal track shuttle. About five minutes later, the shuttle took him to the team's private area.
After getting off, Qin Miao politely thanked the staff and was about to leave when the staff nervously called out to him.
"Um, hello, are you Qin Miao?"
Qin Miao was taken aback. He was fully disguised today, wearing a mask, hat, and sunglasses in the middle of summer, almost breaking out in rashes. How did the person recognize him?
Nodding, Qin Miao said, "Yes, that's me."
Though surprised, Qin Miao always had more tolerance for fans.
And it was just an autograph; it was no big deal. Qin Miao was quite used to this kind of thing by now.
After receiving the confirmation, the staff became obviously more excited and stammered, "Can I trouble you for an autograph?"
"Sure." Qin Miao never refused a fan or car enthusiast's request for an autograph.
Knowing Qin Miao was willing, the staff became even more excited, almost incoherent, and then took a black marker from the car's glovebox, offering a white shirt to Qin Miao.
The meaning was obvious.
Qin Miao took the pen, signing the shirt while curiously asking, "How did you recognize me? I thought I was hiding pretty well."
The staff, hearing Qin Miao's question, scratched his head embarrassedly: "I heard from my colleague that you might come today, and it seems the track opened because you would be here. So far, you're the only one to use the VIP gate, and when I was escorting you, your silhouette really looked like Qin Miao, so I boldly asked, and it turns out it was you."
Qin Miao nodded in understanding and quickly signed his name on the man's shirt, handing the pen back, saying, "No need to be so formal. I'm only 19, maybe even younger than you. Calling me 'sir' sounds weird. Just call me by my name, or like online, 'Little Qin' is fine."
The staff was extremely excited to take back the pen from Qin Miao.
During this process, Qin Miao noticed that the staff's entire arm was trembling uncontrollably as he took the pen.
With a chuckle to himself, since becoming an F1 driver, Qin Miao had seen many fans who trembled uncontrollably with adrenaline and dopamine upon meeting him.
So he wasn't too surprised to see the staff this way.
After returning the pen, Qin Miao reached out and said, "How about a photo together?"
"Oh, sure, sure." The staff was a little taken aback, fishing his phone from his pocket and handing it directly to Qin Miao.
Qin Miao helplessly handed the phone back: "Unlock it first."
"Oh, sorry." The staff's face turned completely red, fumbling to unlock the screen and open the camera app.
Qin Miao wasn't in a hurry, so once everything was set, he smiled, put an arm around the staff's shoulder, removed his disguise, and snapped a picture with the phone.
After the photo, Qin Miao waved with a smile and walked into the VIP area under the staff's reluctant gaze.
The staff just kept staring at the photo on his phone, feeling completely numb.
Damn, I met Qin Miao, damn, he's so approachable, damn, I even took a picture with him...
Searching within the VIP area, Qin Miao didn't find Qin Yun.
Eventually, Qin Miao decided to call Qin Yun.
On the phone, Qin Yun apologized, explaining that a very important guest had arrived, so she had to go greet them. She was on her way to the VIP area now.
Since Qin Yun was on her way, Qin Miao wasn't in a hurry anymore.
