Spring Night Kiss.

Yesterday was the main race day of the Japanese Grand Prix, but it wasn't a good day for the teams.

One driver lost control and crashed into the wall, forcing him to retire from the race. Xu Zhouye finished the race safely, but ultimately only achieved a ninth-place finish.

Such a result is not a perfect report card for either the team on which high hopes were placed or for him.

Therefore, promotion during the competition is imminent.

Today's R&D meeting was likely also about this matter; we need to determine the future upgrade direction as soon as possible in order to lead the team out of the gloom at the beginning of the season.

"However, everyone's expressions probably won't be too nice today, so don't be scared. It's all about the issue, not personalities. Everyone's really nice in private," He Yonglin warned Song Qingjia in advance.

"Especially Xu Zhouye." She paused, then continued, "I saw some clips of his post-match interview online, and his face was so gloomy that I was afraid he would make the reporter cry."

Song Qingjia: "...It's not that exaggerated, is it?"

Ho Wing-lam: "The PR person next to him was terrified and kept pulling at his clothes."

Song Qingjia imagined the scene and found it somewhat amusing.

"But honestly, he's really handsome. Even with a dark expression, he's still handsome."

The topic quickly veered off course, and Song Qingjia listened along the way, occasionally responding, until they reached the floor where the hollow department was located.

The technical director, Davis, was a British man in his fifties who spoke with a heavy Manchester accent.

Song Qingjia was familiar with him; the two had worked together at Mercedes as superior and subordinate. She owed her joining Vortex largely to his introduction.

Upon seeing her, the other person smiled, a rare occurrence.

"Qingjia, I've been waiting for you to come."

"Davis, it's been a long time."

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Davis got straight to the point. The team was in deep trouble and didn't have much time for Song Qingjia to adjust.

She took a large stack of documents back to her office, hoping to understand the current status of the entire race as quickly as possible.

Before I knew it, the morning had passed.

The fleet has an employee cafeteria, located on the first floor facing the lake. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see the shimmering lake and the distant forest, a very pleasant view.

Song Qingjia found a seat by the window, sat down, and searched for "Xu Zhouye" on social media while drinking coffee.

Many videos popped up, mostly from the Japanese Grand Prix that ended yesterday.

She clicked on the one with the most likes.

In the video, Xu Zhouye is seen carrying a helmet as he walks out of the maintenance area. His racing suit is zipped up to its lowest point, revealing a black fireproof undershirt underneath.

The match had just ended, and he was still completely dehydrated, his lips were dry, and his jawline was taut. As he walked, he swept his sweaty hair back, revealing his full forehead and those dark eyes.

The photographer gave him a close-up shot, focusing on his expressionless yet cool and handsome face.

Song Qingjia turned down the volume and stared at the hair-flipping gesture twice.

The comments section below is exploding.

"So handsome I almost died on the spot."

"With looks like that, why drive F1? Why not go into acting?"

"No matter what movie he's in, the way he stands there is Oscar-worthy."

There were also a few questions raised.

"Only 2 points in three games, and you still have the nerve to throw a tantrum?"

"If the technology isn't good, it's just not good."

Seeing these infuriating and defamatory words, the fans could not tolerate it and immediately fought back.

"The car is like a tractor, how can he drive it?"

"If you're so good, then you do it."

"..."

The two sides argued fiercely.

Song Qingjia frowned, just as she was about to open the second video, when a commotion broke out at the restaurant entrance.

She looked up and saw a man wearing a black baseball cap walk in, followed by a young man who looked like an assistant. She recognized him; he was Chang Su, the special assistant to the racing team owner.

And the one wearing a hat...

With a gloomy face and an unapproachable demeanor, it was definitely Xu Zhouye.

Song Qingjia paused, casually picked up her coffee and took a sip, but her eyes remained fixed on the other person.

She didn't feel awkward seeing each other again, since they had already talked things out and were now just colleagues.

They are still colleagues who have a lot of interaction.

Chang Su followed behind Xu Zhouye, his tone full of helplessness: "Young Master Xu, it's just adding someone on WeChat. You can reply if you want, or you can ignore them if you don't."

Xu Zhouye continued walking: "No more."

Chang Su sighed silently behind him. He had never seen such an impervious person. No, he had. There was another one: his boss.

However, the problem now is that this WeChat account was added by someone at the behest of his good boss, Shen Yan.

This concerns the boss's lifelong happiness. If he messes it up, his job with an annual salary of several million might be ruined.

Chang Su forced himself to continue persuading, "The other party is your brother-in-law, named Gu Lin, and he's a loyal fan of yours. Just consider it a way of giving back to your car enthusiast; it won't take much effort."

Xu Zhouye put his hands in his pockets and chuckled upon hearing this: "I think I understand now. He's using me to curry favor with his brother-in-law? Boss Shen is really shrewd with his calculations."

"The master said that you can make any request you have, and he will fulfill it," Chang Su added without changing his expression.

Since reasoning and persuasion won't work, the only option left is to use bribery.

Anyway, I have to add them on WeChat today.

Xu Zhouye stopped in his tracks: "Any request is acceptable?"

Chang Su smiled professionally: "Of course, feel free to ask."

"Oh, then fire all those R&D engineers in the factory."

The smile on Chang Su's face could no longer be maintained. He wanted to speak but stopped, he wanted to cry but had no tears, and when he opened his mouth, he didn't know what to say.

Seeing his reaction, Xu Zhouye sneered, "No way?"

Tsuneyasu, embarrassed, said, "How about you choose another one?"

Xu Zhouye stared at him for a few moments, then sneered, "Give me his WeChat, consider it a favor your boss Shen owes me."

Chang Su was overjoyed and sent Gu Lin's business card over.

With one worry gone, he was now able to comfort the poor man who had been suffering terribly from the tractor: "Don't worry too much. The magistrate already knows about the situation with the convoy and will come over in person."

"We are also looking for suitable and qualified engineers, and I heard that one arrived today. I believe that with everyone's joint efforts, the results will definitely improve."

"...A new engineer?" Xu Zhouye caught this out of a long string of useless nonsense.

Chang Su nodded: "I heard he came from Mercedes, a former subordinate of Davis, named... Song Qingjia."

Xu Zhouye suddenly turned around.

Tsuneyasu was startled: "What's wrong?"

Xu Zhouye's dark eyes were fixed on him: "What did you say your name was?"

"Song Qingjia".