How Did I Become an F1 Driver?-Chapter 73 - 67: Racing Sponsorship

Based on Qin Miao’s previous words and the situation Boss Zhou understood himself, Qin Miao had never been involved in real-life racing before. He hadn’t truly driven a car before; Qin Miao was purely a simulator player.

Yet under such circumstances, Qin Miao participated in a competition that, although not extremely fierce, had a certain level of difficulty, and managed to take second place.

This indeed surprised Boss Zhou, and he felt a subtle happiness in his heart.

Because Qin Miao achieved such good results, it clearly showed that his judgment and insight were correct at the time. This kid Qin Miao has strong racing talent.

"Very good results, it seems I didn’t pick the wrong person back then."

Qimeng chimed in, "It was all thanks to the opportunity you gave, Boss Zhou, otherwise Qin Miao wouldn’t have had the chance to participate in this competition at all."

At this moment, Boss Zhou also got off the racing seat, waved his hand with a smile, and said, "There’s no need for you two to be modest. If you didn’t have the skills, you wouldn’t be able to seize the opportunity no matter how many I gave you."

"Without the opportunity you provided, even if Qin Miao has a great talent, he wouldn’t have a stage to showcase it. Even if he himself shines, it might be wasted." At this moment, Qimeng’s eyes became somewhat dim, "After all, thousand-mile horses are common, but Bole is rare."

At this point, Boss Zhou looked at Qin Miao, who was staring at the six-axis simulator.

Boss Zhou thought about whether Qin Miao would have any changes in mindset after experiencing such a level of gathering, while Qin Miao wondered where Boss Zhou got this thing and planned to get ahold of a contact before leaving, so he could get one at home too.

Noticing no changes in Qin Miao, Boss Zhou withdrew his gaze and smiled at Qimeng, saying, "Alright, don’t flatter me. Did you come to play games this time?"

Qimeng took out two gifts and said, "I happened to pass through Changsha, so I thought of bringing small gifts to thank you for your help. They’re not anything valuable, just an ashtray and a lighter. Hope you like them."

Upon hearing the gifts, Boss Zhou’s smile grew wider, he carefully scrutinized Qimeng for a moment, then accepted the gifts with a grin.

"Don’t address me formally, it sounds distant. Just call me Uncle Zhou in the future."

Qimeng obediently replied, "Okay, Uncle Zhou." After speaking, she glanced at Qin Miao and found this rascal still staring at the six-axis racing simulator, and sighed slightly in disappointment.

Boss Zhou also noticed Qin Miao’s gaze and chuckled as he asked, "What’s up, like it? How about I gift you a set?"

Qin Miao snapped back to reality, quickly waved his hands, and said, "No, no, no, that’s not what I meant. I’m just curious where you got this setup; I want to buy a set too."

Qimeng held her forehead in frustration.

Boss Zhou laughed and said, "Forget about buying, this setup was custom-made for me. The operating system and logic were written specifically by someone. The six-axis effect is better than the eight-axis G-force seat feedback. You won’t find it for purchase."

Continuing, Boss Zhou changed his tone, "But I ordered a total of three sets of equipment when opening the shop, and I still have one unused."

"Let’s do this: let’s have a match on the simulator. If you win, not only will I give you this set of equipment for free, I’ll even throw in a little gift." Boss Zhou smiled broadly.

Qin Miao agreed without a second thought; he wasn’t interested in the little gift, but if he won against Boss Zhou, he could get a free six-axis G-force seat.

From Boss Zhou’s words, Qin Miao also learned that the realism of this equipment is higher than other G-force seats available in the market.

Maybe for regular people, the difference in realism just means different operation and experience, but for Qin Miao, this more realistic and responsive G-force seat is the best platform for him to hit the Purple Lottery.

However, Qimeng was a bit hesitant because Qin Miao and herself owed Boss Zhou quite a big favor already. From Qimeng’s perspective...

"Young lady, I can tell you genuinely care about your boyfriend, but sometimes people need to live a bit more purely, stop overthinking." While Qimeng was still weighing the pros and cons, Boss Zhou’s words suddenly reached her ears.

Looking up, she saw Boss Zhou’s gentle smile.

Qimeng pondered for a moment, then earnestly nodded and said, "I understand, Uncle Zhou."

Boss Zhou blinked and then nodded with a smile, inviting Qin Miao onto the simulator.

Thus, their competition began.

In fact, there’s not much to say about this race. Even though Qin Miao’s attributes are quite average now, he only has a few outstanding ones.

But this score is based on the system’s evaluation of F1 drivers.

So even though Qin Miao’s total score is not even close to 50, compared to those drivers who play cars purely out of interest without professional training, Qin Miao’s capability easily crushes them.

The final outcome was predictable; the two raced in a single mode on "F12019," with a total of ten laps.

Qin Miao was able to extend by 1.5 seconds each lap.

Not to mention Boss Zhou, even Qimeng in the resting area could easily feel the difference in skill between the two upon seeing the time gap.

However, after seeing Qin Miao’s actions, Qimeng shook her head repeatedly. No matter what, Boss Zhou promised to give you a G-force seat that can’t be bought anywhere, and it’s for free.

Don’t just show your face but consider the favor of this G-force seat. There’s no need to keep chasing lap time when you’ve already dropped them from the DRS zone.

Even though it’s just the three of us here, after the competition, the other party’s face will still somewhat be uncomfortable, right?

...

Fifteen minutes later, Qin Miao enthusiastically jumped off the G-force seat, his face full of excitement.

Boss Zhou finished the race 19 seconds slower than Qin Miao.

After getting off the seat, Boss Zhou walked over to Qimeng, coughed lightly, and awkwardly mumbled, "Ahem, well, when it comes to human interactions, it’s something you’ve got to teach."

Qimeng tried hard to suppress her laughter and nodded, "Okay, Uncle Zhou, don’t worry."

"Hmm..." Boss Zhou responded, then said, "Give me your home address later, and I’ll have someone send the stuff over."

Qimeng nodded in agreement without being polite, because she knew Boss Zhou didn’t care about the cost.

Meanwhile, Qin Miao, with a silly grin, was examining the six-axis G-force seat, wondering if it would fit in his house.

"Qin Miao!" Qimeng couldn’t hold back any longer at the sight of Qin Miao’s foolish look.

Qin Miao, who was secretly delighted, turned around blankly, "What’s up?"

Qimeng was exasperated, "Uncle Zhou is giving you such an expensive gift, where’s your basic courtesy?"

Qin Miao was stunned for a moment, then awkwardly went over to Boss Zhou, scratching his head and said a bit embarrassedly, "Thank you, Uncle Zhou."

Boss Zhou waved dismissively and brought up another topic, "Well, Qin, I really believe you have outstanding talent in racing, so I think this small gift of mine is something you urgently need."

"Hold on a minute, I need to make a call."

Qin Miao casually nodded, not having too much expectation for this so-called small gift.

Neither Qin Miao nor Qimeng paid attention to Boss Zhou’s call.

Under Qin Miao’s guidance, Qimeng tried a simulator without the G-force seat, but her talent in racing was just that of an average person. She could drive, but as soon as the assistant function was turned off, she would just slip into oversteering and spinning out.

When she encountered such situations, Qimeng would curiously look at Qin Miao and ask how she could improve.

Qin Miao pondered and ended up baffled himself.

Because when he tried to explain, he couldn’t quite articulate it.

It’s just like how ordinary people know 1+1=2. To Qin Miao, avoiding oversteer and finding the grip limit in racing felt as simple as 1+1=2.

Qin Miao had no way to concretely explain how to find that limit.

Seeing Qin Miao scratching his ears and unable to explain clearly, Qimeng decided to stop asking.

She was merely curious about how Qin Miao could so easily find the car’s grip limit and wasn’t really looking to further her skills in racing.

More than ten minutes later, Boss Zhou returned with two bank cards in his hand.

"Qin, here’s sponsorship from Uncle, not much, just 23 million. I’ve paid the taxes for you, so no need to worry about tax issues."

"Uncle doesn’t have any other demands, just train well and don’t waste the talent given by God. I hope to see you on the championship podium someday."

...

Qin Miao and Qimeng originally wanted to invite Boss Zhou for lunch, but he declined.

The two ended up finding a little dive recommended by Boss Zhou for lunch.

However, Qin Miao and Qimeng were both somewhat flabbergasted while eating.

The 23 million somewhat blew away the young minds of the two.

Even though Qin Miao knew the system had given him quite a lot of racing funds, he hadn’t expected all of it to be paid by Boss Zhou alone, which made Qin Miao feel like Boss Zhou was somewhat recklessly generous.

Nonetheless, Qin Miao felt genuinely grateful and appreciative of Boss Zhou’s vast wealth, as the 23 million was given without a second thought and only achieved through a verbal agreement without signing any contract.

The only condition was that Qin Miao would need to have Boss Zhou’s company name on his racing helmet in the future, with no other restrictions, and the contract lasted for two years.

Careful calculation showed that Boss Zhou’s sponsorship for Qin Miao was 11.5 million annually, which was higher than the earnings of many more accomplished professional racers.

Among the two cards Boss Zhou gave, one contained 22 million, and the other had 1 million, clearly conveying the message.

Although it was said to be sponsorship for Qin Miao, Boss Zhou directly handed the bank cards to Qimeng, without Qimeng getting a chance to touch or feel the weight of a card filled with over 20 million in savings.

However, Qin Miao and Qimeng knew that they were even more indebted to Boss Zhou now.

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