Just when Qin Miao was about to leave, Toto suddenly looked up at him and asked, "Do you have anything really urgent tonight?"

Qin Miao thought carefully, "I don't think so."

"Great, come with me to a party tonight," Toto said.

Upon hearing this, Qin Miao looked somewhat bitter, "Toto, don't you already know what kind of person I am?"

Toto, however, laughed and said, "I do, the team has a psychologist who did a profile on you, we all know what kind of person you are."

"And you still invite me?" Qin Miao spread his hands, but then he asked curiously, "What was the result of the psychological profile?"

Toto thought for a moment, "You're a good person."

Qin Miao: ?

"Haha, just kidding." Toto waved his hand and said, "Actually, the party is full of familiar faces from the paddock, most of whom you know or have seen around.

In such a setting, you can completely avoid small talk with strangers; there aren't really any strangers here.

If you really don't feel like socializing, you can just find a spot to grab something to eat. Everyone in the paddock knows your personality; seeing you eating alone, they probably won't bother you."

"Can't I just not go?" Qin Miao still wanted to resist a little.

Toto spoke earnestly, "Qin Miao, you should understand that if you want a long-lasting career in racing, connections are a necessity.

To put it bluntly, if your driving skills decline in the future, forcing you out of racing and you can no longer race,

you can rely on the connections you've made to live a worry-free life within the paddock."

"Alright." Since Toto put it that way, Qin Miao could only nod in agreement with resignation.

After finishing the conversation with Toto, Qin Miao went back to his office.

He called Qimeng to check in, and after that, Qin Miao felt a bit bored.

After all, it wouldn't make sense to go home since he had to attend the party later with Toto, even though his house was right next to the company. He had to keep up appearances.

Feeling bored in the office, Qin Miao decided to wander over to the team factory. Everyone there was familiar and just regular workers; chatting with them was no burden for Qin Miao.

In the evening, after getting the call from Toto, Qin Miao arrived in front of him.

Just as Toto had said, it was just a regular friends' gathering, so Toto didn't even change clothes, still wearing the white shirt from earlier when he saw Qin Miao.

Later, Qin Miao drove Toto's Maybach, following the GPS to the party venue.

After getting out of the car, Qin Miao indeed saw many familiar faces.

For example, Red Bull Racing's team principal Horner and senior advisor Marco.

Also present were FIA president Ben Sulayem, former president Jean Todt, F1 chairman Domenicali, and Qin Miao even saw Todt's wife Michelle Yeoh beside him.

In addition to these, there were plenty of well-known figures in the paddock; Qin Miao glanced around and recognized all of them, including many drivers.

Such as Russell and Alonso.

Upon their arrival, Qin Miao and Toto naturally received a warm welcome from everyone.

They hadn't walked far before many people came over to chat with them.

Before long, another car stopped at the entrance, and a pair that was clearly a father and son got out.

To be honest, Qin Miao felt a bit unfamiliar with these two.

However, the father and son walked up to Toto and greeted him.

Toto replied with a smile, "Mr. Tilke, nice to see you both."

After exchanging pleasantries, Toto began introducing them to Qin Miao, "This is Hermann Tilke, and this is his son, Kastin Tilke."

Qin Miao politely greeted them and shook hands, "Hello."

Seeing Qin Miao's still somewhat confused expression after meeting them, Toto joked, "You're probably not familiar with these two, are you?"

Truthfully, Qin Miao really didn't know them.

So Qin Miao nodded.

Seeing Qin Miao's puzzled look, the father and son didn't interrupt Toto because they were curious about how the reigning champion would react once he learned their identities.

"But you're definitely not unfamiliar with their work; in fact, you're quite familiar with it," Toto explained.

Qin Miao raised an eyebrow, then racked his brains trying to think of something he might be particularly familiar with but was designed by someone else.

After thinking for a while, Qin Miao tentatively asked, "Is your job designing the race trophies, gentlemen?"

Kastin Tilke shook his head with a smile, "No, but close."

Qin Miao scratched his head. In the world of F1, what is something drivers particularly know and can be described as 'works'...

After pondering for a long time, Qin Miao gave up, spreading his hands in resignation, "I'm really sorry, I can't think of it."

Toto didn't keep him in suspense any longer and directly said, "Their job is designing race tracks."

Qin Miao: "Ah? What?"

Without further explanation, Toto drew closer to the older Hermann and said, "This gentleman has deep ties to you, his projects include the Shanghai circuit, then Istanbul, and the Valencia street circuit. Although the Valencia circuit is no longer in F1, you probably aren't familiar with it, but I'm sure you know the other two well, especially Shanghai."