Lawson felt that he, as a head of Ferrari's youth training, came personally to negotiate the contract with you as a driver; he's given you all the respect and honor, surely you won't let Renault take you away, Qin Miao?
"...Right now?" Qin Miao was a bit puzzled, isn't there supposed to be some physical testing or whatnot? Why are they bringing the contract right away?
"It doesn't have to be right now, but the sooner the better. Call me back once you're ready."
Qin Miao was still somewhat confused, but agreed: "Okay, Mr. Lawson, I'll call you back as soon as possible."
After hanging up the phone, Qin Miao still felt puzzled.
Why did Lawson suddenly come looking for him? Was it just because of the results he put out yesterday? But surely a lap time that other drivers can't achieve wouldn't make Ferrari's head rush over overnight?
No matter how he thought, Qin Miao couldn't figure out the reasoning.
