"Recovering from illness and picking out cars!" Song He said with a laugh. "Besides picking one out for yourself, help everyone else choose too. Do some research on the current luxury-car market. Don't bother looking at those crappy cars under three or four million. Pick something decent."
"When the sea-monster project is successfully completed, everyone here gets a car!" Song He promised.
"Really?" Zhao Yiyi cheered first, slapping her thigh. "Woohoo!"
"Old Ning, listen to me. Don't buy the best—just buy the most expensive! Give Old Song a good fleecing!" Ding Yangze schemed loudly.
"Th-this is a little too generous, isn't it?" Ning Mo said uneasily. "How embarrassing! One car costs several years of salary!"
"Don't be so polite. Song He has more money than he knows what to do with. Stimulating consumption is a good thing." Xiang Xiaotong joined in. "I'll be your witness. No matter what car you pick later, Song He has to pay!"
The four pavilion directors were overjoyed and thanked Dean Xiang for backing them up all at once.
When the meeting ended, Song He and Xiang Xiaotong turned and left.
Once they reached the corridor, Xiang Xiaotong suddenly jabbed him with her elbow.
"You just said everyone present would get a car. That includes me too, right?"
Song He was astonished. "No way, Teacher. You already own a wide-body passenger plane. Are you seriously short of a car?"
"Who would complain about having too many cars?" Xiang Xiaotong flashed a bandit's wicked grin. "I don't care! I'm getting one when the project ends too. You can just wait to pay!"
"All right!" Song He said with an exasperated smile. "Consider it a gift for my teacher!"
"Isn't that what you should do?" Xiang Xiaotong said smugly.
Time flew by, and New Year's Day