Chapter 1382 - 520: Verstappen’s Filters for Qin Miao Shattered

Chapter 1382: Chapter 520: Verstappen’s Filters for Qin Miao Shattered

On the other side, as Qin Miao dragged his heavily damaged race car across the finish line, everyone in the Mercedes team’s paddock relaxed, followed by a burst of cheer.

Toto even stood up directly to cheer and then applauded Qin Miao’s performance on the track today.

Frankie was celebrating with his colleagues from the team and didn’t forget to say over the team’s TR: "Qin Miao, Amazing! This is an epic victory showcasing your personal abilities!"

Of course, alongside the praise, Frankie didn’t forget to remind Qin Miao: "Of course, don’t get too carried away, slow down and bring the car back safely."

Qin Miao was feeling quite good at this moment, the feeling of being chased by Verstappen all turning into a sense of relief and gratitude for surviving the ordeal.

The adrenaline and dopamine within his body began to surge crazily.

The excitement and joy of victory filled his heart.

Upon hearing Frankie’s congratulations and reminder, Qin Miao couldn’t help but shout: "Let’s fucking go!"

"Awesome!"

After shouting, Qin Miao said: "I’ll try to bring the car back intact."

Having said that, Qin Miao also further slowed the speed of his already slow car.

Meanwhile, Verstappen’s race engineer was reminding Verstappen over the team’s TR: "MAX, the coolant pressure is insufficient, there might be a leak, be careful on the way back and if there’s anything unusual just stop the car at a Matthew entrance."

"Can I still drive now?"

"Yes, if there’s a problem, we’ll inform you."

On another side, in Portofino, Italy, some suited individuals were shaking their wine glasses while chatting and joking with their friends, in front of a screen showing the ongoing F1 Grand Prix.

One of them was someone many at the Iron Buddha Temple would be familiar with; he was Ferrari’s chairman, John Elkann.

Having seen Qin Miao win the championship with a mere three-wheeled car, John Elkann immediately dialed Ferrari’s team principal, Vassel.

Inside the paddock, Vassel was seated at Ferrari’s command post like any other normal team principal.

In this position, almost all team principals’ phones were set to vibrate mode.

It’s not to avoid disturbing others’ work, but because of the environment within the paddock, sometimes even at maximum volume, the phone’s ringer could go unheard.

In such working conditions, you can only feel someone calling when the phone is vibrating.

Seeing the call from his boss.

Upon seeing this call, Vassel was somewhat excited.

Not long ago, he had submitted a report to John Elkann, wanting to secure Qin Miao at any cost.

Don’t want to participate in commercial activities? Alright!

Don’t want restrictions on working hours from the team? Alright!

Want some of that say and guidance in car development internally within the team? Alright!

In short, as long as Qin Miao doesn’t ask to be Ferrari’s team principal, all can be agreed upon.

With an annual salary of 40 million US dollars, including these additional conditions, Ferrari’s offer to Qin Miao essentially exceeds Hamilton’s peak period salary.

Vassel was indeed quite excited at this moment.

This timing for a call from the other party most likely indicates that John Elkann watched the race just now.

And he realized the importance of driver Qin Miao, ready to loosen up.

Just as expected, upon answering the call, John Elkann straightforwardly said: "I’m in agreement, the other aspects remain unchanged, the annual salary increased to 50 million."

Vassel smiled.

Leclerc’s race engineer, seeing his team principal’s smile, had a big question mark pop up in his head.

Not really, boss.

In today’s race, our two drivers, one retired, one finished sixth.

Results really not too great... compared to last season’s Ferrari, far off; how come you’re still smiling?

But Vassel didn’t explain much, simply said confidently: "Alright boss, I’ll bring him to Maranello."

"Hmm."

After responding, John Elkann took a sip of champagne, offered a toast to Qin Miao on the TV screen driving a three-wheeled Mercedes.

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On the track, Qin Miao reduced the speed of his car.

Lifting his helmet visor, smiling while waving to the fans on-site, while controlling his car to give way to the drivers behind.

After all, as it stood, Qin Miao’s car just couldn’t speed up; even if Qin Miao wanted the car faster, the team wouldn’t agree.

So Qin Miao simply controlled his car to leisurely return.

Along the way, almost all the drivers with a good relationship with Qin Miao would slow down when passing by him, drive alongside him briefly, then wave to Qin Miao inside the cockpit.

In a way, it was a congratulatory gesture to Qin Miao winning today’s race on this stage.

Defending champion Qin Miao also smilingly responded to his colleagues one by one.

Soon, Qin Miao’s parade was over, dragging his badly damaged right front wheel, sparking all the way, he parked his race car behind the pole position board.