Hung up the phone.
Tang Song sat on the sofa and waited for about four or five minutes before his mobile phone rang.
He answered the call.
"Hello, excuse me, Mr. Tang, sorry to keep you waiting! Under normal circumstances, based on the production schedule and your selected options, it would take around sixty days." The female customer service representative paused before continuing, "However, Director Zhao applied to headquarters on your behalf. We can transfer a vehicle from another city for you. The color and option package will be exactly the same as on your order. You can pick it up and register it next Monday."
She placed particular emphasis on the words "Director Zhao," seemingly trying to imply something.
"Alright, thank you very much."
"You're welcome, you're welcome! Is this mobile number also your WeChat? I'll add you on WeChat and send you the pickup details later. If you have any questions, you can contact me anytime."
"Yes."
"Alright then, I won't disturb you any longer. Goodbye!"
After hanging up the phone, Tang Song couldn't help snapping his fingers.
Today was Thursday. That meant he could get the car in three more days. This was far beyond what he had expected.
After checking the time, Tang Song gathered his belongings and hurried downstairs.
His three days of annual leave were already used up. He had to go back to work today, and while he was at it, refine his business plan.
Driving through the traffic, he watched the cars passing by.
Tang Song unconsciously compared each of them to the BMW 330i that would soon be his.
None of them looked as cool as his little 3!
Then he looked at the Wuling Hongguang steering wheel in his hands.
For some reason, he suddenly felt a little guilty. This