After all, the Old Man wasn't from the sa era as Qin Miao, and most of the things he liked were different from Qin Miao's interests.
Qin Miao preferred video gas, electronic gadgets, and things like science fiction.
Whereas the Old Man liked the classic stuff – houses, land, estates, and the like.
For relaxation, it was all about golf, horseback riding, yachts, and sailing.
But Qin Miao just wanted to stay at ho and play so gas.
However, the two of them weren't without common topics; as n, as racers, cars, especially supercars, were an unchanging topic among n.
Hamilton talked to Qin Miao all the way about his private collection in his garage.
Things like a Ferrari LaFerrari, AMG ON1, Pagani.
After the plane landed, Hamilton was still sowhat reluctant to leave, but he also knew it was ti to part ways.
...
After arriving in Italy, Qin Miao didn't head to the hotel prepared by the team first but went to Vicenza.
Vicenza was just a small place in Italy without much fa, but for Qin Miao, it was the starting point of his racing journey.
His team's headquarters during his F2 days was located here.
And the na of this team was Prema.
Although Qin Miao ultimately chose to leave Ferrari's youth training system due to so stupid decisions by Ferrari's top managent, this was a conflict between Qin Miao and Ferrari, and his friendship with the people at Prema was not affected.
So returning to Italy again, and having so free ti, Qin Miao decided to revisit the old place.
Opening the red gates of the team, Qin Miao didn't recognize the female receptionist at the entrance to the team office.
Moreover, Qin Miao rembered that there didn't seem to be a receptionist position in the team before; after all, an F2 team didn't have as much exposure as an F1 team, and usually, there wouldn't be any fans coming to visit.
So this receptionist was probably hired after Qin Miao left.
Seeing an Asian man wearing a mask entering the doorway, the receptionist spoke in English: "Sorry, sir, do you have an appointnt?"
"It's currently the pandemic period, and if you haven't made an appointnt on our team's website, it's not convenient for you to visit."
"Also, it's not the visiting hours, please co back at the designated ti."
Actually, the addition of a receptionist at the entrance of the Prema team was mainly thanks to Qin Miao.
Because after Qin Miao entered F1, he beca quite famous among the overseas students in Europe, as racing was still very popular in Europe.
Racing in Europe was sowhat like sports such as table tennis and badminton back ho.
Qin Miao's presence was like an Italian powerhouse suddenly erging in the dostic table tennis scene, beating the likes of Ma Long and Xu Xin in matches.
And when you happen to have an Italian classmate, you'd inevitably be curious and ask your Italian classmate if they've heard of this Italian powerhouse.
So, inevitably, these overseas students were often asked about Qin Miao by their classmates and friends.
Being compatriots, even if they didn't know much, being asked often, they would passively learn about Qin Miao.
Because of this, many students, during holidays or when they had free ti, would choose to co to Vicenza to visit the team where Qin Miao once served in F2.
Initially, the Prema team would warmly welco them, but over ti, they realized that there were quite a few visiting students, and a lot of European racing fans who liked Qin Miao would also co to visit. So, Roxin simply arranged for a receptionist to specifically greet these people.
Qin Miao didn't mind the receptionist blocking him, nor did he pull down his mask to show his face, as he had encountered face recognition failures before due to face blindness.
That was indeed unspeakably awkward.
Besides, Qin Miao thought he was just an athlete driving a car, there was no reason for people to necessarily recognize him, it's not like he did sothing particularly amazing.
So after apologizing, he stepped back from the entrance, and then Qin Miao took out his phone and called Roxin, the leader of the Prema team.
"Hello? Qin Miao? I didn't expect to receive a call from you," Roxin quickly answered the call, "What's up?"
Just as Qin Miao was about to speak, Roxin on the other end interrupted, saying, "Wait, let guess..."
"You're an F1 driver now, it's unlikely you have ti to call ... and this week happens to be the Italian Grand Prix.
Are you calling because you want to co back and take a look?"
Qin Miao raised his eyebrows in mild surprise, "You're not entirely right, but not far off either."
"What's not right?" Roxin asked curiously.
"You got the front part right, I do intend to visit the team, but the difference is, I'm currently at the team's door."
"What?" Roxin's voice abruptly elevated, followed by the sound of a chair being moved.
Soon enough, Qin Miao heard the sound of a window opening above him, and Roxin, wearing black-frad glasses, leaned half out from an upper window, looking at Qin Miao downstairs in a daze, with an earpiece in hand.
Qin Miao put down his phone and waved at Roxin with a smile.
"Be careful not to fall."
...
Three minutes later, Qin Miao was already in Roxin's office.
The two of them sat facing each other on the guest sofa, with a freshly brewed cup of coffee in front of them.
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