But they also know their work is special, so even if they want to call, most of the ti they can’t get through, so usually, they leave ssages for Qin Miao on WeChat.
After seeing these ssages, Qin Miao naturally returns their calls one by one when he has the ti.
This has basically been the standard procedure for Qin Miao after entering F1, after each Grand Prix ends.
The first call Qin Miao makes when he gets ho is definitely to his mom.
The phone rings briefly, and it’s imdiately picked up, his mom’s familiar voice coming through: "Hello, son."
"Hey, Mom."
"Are you back in the UK?"
"Yes, I’m back."
"Good, now that you’re back, rest well. Don’t be discouraged by one failure. There are many races in a year, and we’ll have plenty of opportunities in the future. I, along with our neighbors, fully support you."
"Alright, I know, Mom."
"You and ng should take good care of each other abroad. If anything cos up, discuss it between the two of you. I’ve heard conditions abroad aren’t great, so be safe."
"Okay..."
"The team won’t hold any grudge against you for retiring from the race, right?"
Qin Miao laughed: "You don’t have to worry about that. The retirent this ti was a team issue. To be strict, the team needs to give an explanation."
"As long as there are no issues in that regard, I’m relieved. Just be careful and cautious abroad."
"Will do, Mom."
"Alright then, you’ve finished the race and caught a flight today, so I won’t keep you chatting. Rest early when you’re done."
"Okay."
...
The conversation between mother and son was roughly like this.
Adjusting his emotions, Qin Miao then called his other relatives and friends.
After about half an hour, having called Zhou Guanyu, Leclerc, and the others, he considered himself mostly done.
He said ’mostly’ because there was still soone Qin Miao hadn’t contacted.
After opening a bottle of coke, Qin Miao went to his backyard. Sitting on a bench, he called Boss Zhou.
The phone rang three tis before it was answered.
"Hello, Qin."
"Hey, Uncle Zhou, it’s ."
"How does it feel to retire from a race for the first ti?"
Qin Miao took a sip of coke and laughed bitterly: "It doesn’t feel great. After all the efforts went to waste, I feel empty, lost, hollow, powerless, and even a sense of despair."
"Didn’t expect you’d have such vivid mory of that feeling." Boss Zhou teased, then continued, "As long as you’re racing, you’ll face this sooner or later.
Plus, with your character, the frustration will only last a while. By now, you might have already adjusted."
Indeed, as Boss Zhou said, as long as he didn’t dwell on retiring from the race, Qin Miao had found inner peace again.
"I won’t say more to console you. I trust you can adjust on your own.
As Romantic Roland said: There’s a kind of heroism in the world that is to love life after seeing its truth.
This applies to the race track too. A true racer can regain their passion and love for racing despite setbacks on the track."
Qin Miao’s mouth twitched with a response.
Actually, after returning ho, Qin Miao had already gotten over the retirent incident on the track, but then all these calls ca, bringing it up again.
It’s like each call opened a small wound on what was almost healed in Qin Miao’s heart.
Not wanting to recall the feeling, Qin Miao quickly interrupted Boss Zhou’s monologue: "Uncle Zhou, actually, I have so questions I’d like to consult soone with more worldly experience on."
"Oh?" Boss Zhou beca interested: "Tell about it."
"Well, as my fa grows, people are starting to approach for collaborations and endorsents. I initially had Qing handle it all, and she’s done well.
But ever since winning in Imola, the number of people approaching us has surged, and now Qing is struggling to keep up. I was thinking of starting a company to help relieve so of the stress from her."
Boss Zhou had a brief pause, then asked: "Are you starting the company mainly to relieve ng’s stress or for business and endorsent convenience?"
"Both, but the main reason is I see she can’t keep up on her own and it’s too much for her."
On the other end, Boss Zhou nodded thoughtfully: "Starting a company is fine, but the equity structure must be negotiated between you two. As for the company’s location, hiring, that’s a bit troubleso...
I suggest opening abroad since once it’s up, you’ll need soone trustworthy to manage it. You probably won’t have the ti, so chances are ng will manage it, and if the company is set up in the country, you two might not see each other much all year, especially with the current situation so tense, flying around isn’t safe."
Qin Miao nodded in understanding; he wasn’t very knowledgeable in this area, and since Boss Zhou said so, it must be well-reasoned, so Qin Miao took note. Furthermore, at Qing’s request, Qin Miao’s phone is always in recording mode, aning all his call logs are recorded so he can simply replay them for Qing later.
Of course, the phone recording isn’t Qing monitoring Qin Miao’s privacy or anything; it’s mainly due to his current identity. Many have their sights on Qin Miao, and recording calls can avoid many troubles.
...
"Alright, noted, sorry for bothering you."
"No problem! The photos and autographs you gave were a huge face-gain among my friends, advice like mine is nothing serious in return.
Oh, about gaining face, I prepared a gift as thanks, but it’s not ready yet. I’ll send it when it is."
"Well, thank you in advance." Qin Miao didn’t think much of it.
For one, he knew Boss Zhou is quite wealthy, so gifting isn’t a big deal for him, and for another, he didn’t expect any extravagant gifts.
With Qin Miao’s current worth, even gifting a watch worth hundreds of thousands wouldn’t be too pressuring.
"Alright, if there’s nothing else, I’ll hang up."
"Okay."
After hanging up, Qin Miao recalled if he had contacted everyone he needed to, and once sure he did, pocketed his phone and returned to his room, with the gift from Boss Zhou already out of his mind.
The next day, Qin Miao officially started his vacation, turning off his work phone and setting his daily contact phone to silent mode.
Absolutely no one will find until I decide to reach out first!
Of course, to gain more influence, Qin Miao knew he needed more fan interaction.
So, Qin Miao thought about it, then booted up his computer, logged onto CSGO, and took a photo during the match matching phase, posting it with the text: "Not happy, playing gas to cheer up."
It’s worth ntioning that since Qin Miao’s account used to be managed by Qing, photos posted were always officially taken in the team gallery looking very neat and clean, presenting an excellent deanor.
However, the photo on Qin Miao’s post clearly seed casually taken, not professional at all.
Precisely due to this unprofessional look, fans following Qin Miao’s account began speculating:
[This must be a casual photo taken by Qin Miao himself]
[Probably, previous photos weren’t this unprofessional]
[Qin Miao plays GoGo?]
[I play CSGO, Qin Miao plays CSGO, so I’m equal to Qin Miao]
[Qin Miao is an old CSGO player. Back in F2 with fewer races, he and Zhou Guanyu would battle fiercely in FPL. I heard Navi’s youth training contacted them but gave up furiously after learning about their worth and jobs]
[Setting Qin Miao aside, with Zhou Guanyu’s family background, if he wanted, he could directly buy entire Navi’s CSGO division]
[@Driver Qin Miao, Qin! It’s okay to fail in competitions, but don’t play gas alone. You should do a live stream so we brothers can learn your skills]
[I knew what you were up to the mont you ntioned it]
[Thoughts are ulterior!]
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