Chapter 1564 - 571: Interesting Little Gadget (2)

Chapter 1564: Chapter 571: Interesting Little Gadget (2)

Qin Miao was even more surprised: "Our team’s server is so good, and it still has processor thread blockage?"

Steven explained: "AI’s logic processing really takes up a lot of processor power."

After speaking, Steven thought for a moment, then suddenly brightened up: "I’ll write a report right now and reapply to Toto for a budget to buy another batch of servers!"

Qin Miao’s mouth twitched, darn it, you came just for this, didn’t you?

Of course, even though the AI torpedoed him twice on the track, Qin Miao had to admit, this AI is quite fun.

After getting off the simulator, Qin Miao asked: "Has Hamilton tried it? What’s his evaluation of the AI?"

Steven was rummaging for something at his desk while saying: "I invited him, but Lewis has been busy negotiating the driver contract for next year with the team lately, and hasn’t had time to come here. That’s why you’re the first to test this AI."

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In the afternoon, Qin Miao watched the replay of his battle with the AI and realizing there were no mistakes in his moves, he continued to practice alone on the Silverstone track on the simulator for a while.

He played with the AI for over half an hour before finishing work, but after that, Qin Miao lost interest in the AI.

This AI indeed has something, but at the end of the day, it’s still quite rough.

It’s packed with bugs, and they’re malignant ones.

Over the half-hour, perhaps due to Qin Miao battling it for too long, or attempting moves it hadn’t encountered before, it lost control on the track and torpedoed Qin Miao.

And not just once or twice, but three times in total.

That’s an average of once every 10 minutes, and who can tolerate that?

Only then did Qin Miao understand why this AI is still just an experimental product.

Overall, it’s still pretty fun.

In the afternoon, Qin Miao followed the team’s schedule and carried out his normal duties.

Thursday morning, the sun shone brightly on the Silverstone track.

At this time, Brackley and the streets and shops around the Silverstone Circuit were filled with F1 elements.

Some had posters of drivers or teams stuck on the windows, others had F1 merchandise hanging on doors and windows.

As Qin Miao drove towards the Silverstone Circuit, he couldn’t help but marvel at the scenes on either side of the street, thinking this is the heritage of a long-established racing powerhouse.

Once Qin Miao returned to the team home, he habitually went to the cafeteria to grab some food.

Then, in the meeting room on the second floor of the team home, he listened to Frankie’s report while munching away.

Before every race weekend, Frankie would brief Qin Miao on any changes made by the FIA for today’s Grand Prix, whether the track has been adjusted, or if there are any things to especially take note of:

"For this Grand Prix weekend, since it’s our home race and combined with Hamilton’s nationality, the team hopes you can participate in some media events with Hamilton on Thursday. Of course, you know, this is just a request from the team, not a command, so if you don’t want to attend, you don’t have to."

Qin Miao nodded: "I’ll go, just send me the itinerary when it’s planned."

"Okay." Frankie nodded and continued: "The team’s planned rear wing upgrade was canceled as the simulation data was inconsistent. However, the gearbox casing upgrade and front and rear suspension optimizations will still be applied."

Qin Miao clicked his tongue, truthfully, he was quite looking forward to the rear wing upgrade. At least in the team’s simulator simulations, after applying the rear wing, although there wasn’t much improvement in overall performance, it expanded the car’s setup range.

This meant that the car setup on some components could be more aggressive, and while altering the car’s characteristics, it wouldn’t make it harder to drive or cost too much speed.

But since the team decided to cancel it, as a driver, Qin Miao couldn’t do anything about it and had to accept it.

"Also for this race, the FIA considered the complex track environment and introduced a new tire compound. You’ll need to familiarize yourself with a new tire compound during the three practice sessions of this Grand Prix weekend." After saying that, Frankie added: "This shouldn’t be too difficult for you, so let’s not delve into it."

Qin Miao nodded and didn’t mind. It’s not uncommon to temporarily change tire compounds for races under demanding track conditions.

After all, the Silverstone Circuit indeed wears down tires quite heavily, with too many high-speed and consecutive corners on this track.

"Besides those, there’s one more thing I need to tell you."

"Have you been reading the news within the paddock recently?"

Qin Miao shrugged: "You know me, back-to-back races, I hardly have time to keep up with these. Most of my time is spent training."

Frankie rolled his eyes: "You can fool your buddies, but don’t fool yourself."

Feeling slightly awkward, Qin Miao scratched his face, then defensively said: "It’s just a few games at night for some entertainment, what about it? It didn’t delay my training."

Frankie shook his head, proceeding: "The FIA President, Ben Sulayem, expressed discontent over your team’s TR after being hit by Verstappen at the Austrian Grand Prix. He believes that, as a driver, you should never be disrespectful or attack family, under any circumstances."

Once Qin Miao heard Ben Sulayem’s name, he had an ominous feeling. Since becoming FIA President, although he hadn’t done anything drastically absurd, his management of the FIA clearly wasn’t better than Todt’s.

At least his first impression to fans and audiences isn’t particularly good. More than resembling the FIA President, he seems more like a shrewd Arab businessman.

However, hearing Frankie’s follow-up, Qin Miao was dumbfounded.

"Wait... wasn’t I the victim in that incident?" Qin Miao looked at Frankie incredulously: "I got knocked off the track, lost the championship of the station, what’s wrong with venting a bit? Sulayem is meddling too much."

Frankie shrugged: "Who can say otherwise? But truth be told, quite a few people agreed with Sulayem’s viewpoint, considering many fans think your scolding was a bit too crude.

It’s noteworthy that swear words abroad are actually quite scarce. But Qin Miao’s indirect way of cursing might initially be confusing, yet once understood, it makes complete sense.

This cursing style not only packs a punch but also has a bit of fun and wit to it, enhancing memorability.

"Cursed him a few times, it’s not like it took away his station championship." Qin Miao quipped.

Frankie rolled his eyes: "What difference is there between your earlier words and personal attacks?"

"It was Verstappen’s fault from the start."

Frankie spread his hands: "Arguing with me is useless. If you want to debate, go find Ben Sulayem and his supporters."

Qin Miao waved his hand: "Forget it, you carry on."

"As for Ben Sulayem, I wish him good luck."

Frankie chuckled: "That’s a way to handle it too, perhaps for someone like Sulayem, ignoring him might make him more frustrated."

"Regarding other matters, that’s all I needed to inform you today."

Qin Miao nodded: "Alright, then let’s tidy up and head to the track."

Just before leaving, Frankie suddenly turned back and said to Qin Miao: "Oh, by the way, there’s one more thing I need to remind you."

"The FIA has already released next year’s calendar, and the China Grand Prix is confirmed to return."