"That's not bad either. You know, if you really get into F1 next year, you'll be the first official F1 driver from our country, maybe even the first to stand on the podium."
Qin Miao timely cooled down Boss Zhou: "Uncle Zhou, this matter hasn't been announced yet, we also have internal confidentiality agreements, so just know for yourself, but definitely can't say it outside."
"I've been battling in the business world for so many years, and what I value is reputation. It's impossible for me to go around spreading this matter."
"Great, I just wanted to tell you about it when I called. I need to go back and prepare the team for the contract matters, so I won't chat more with you."
"Alright, if you need money, just tell me, I can invest a bit more in you from my side."
"No need, no need, but if you have too much money without a place to go, you can support me a bit."
"Haha, you brat..."
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After hanging up, Qin Miao called a car and went home.
