After hearing Zhang Qi, Yu Bin raised his voice by another octave. "Damn, that bastard gave you a real car, but all we got were car models—fifty-yuan car models!"
Before Zhang Qi could say anything else, Yu Bin hung up and immediately called Wang Yi.
But Wang Yi's phone was unreachable.
Yu Bin called a few of the others and told them that Zhang Qi had already gotten his car.
The others weren't nearly as worked up as he was.
"You know what Wang Yi's like. He gave us car models just to mess with us. Just sit at home and wait. If he said he'd do it, he won't go back on his word."
"Relax and go to work. Wang Yi said the cars would arrive within three days. It's only the second day, so the deadline hasn't passed yet."
"What are you getting so worked up about? Wang Yi was never obligated to give us cars. If he does, that's a kindness. If he doesn't, you've got no grounds to complain. And accusing him of breaking his word is out of line. You've stood us up plenty of times since school, you bastard. Don't you remember?"
Yu Bin chuckled and scratched his head. "I know all that. Do you really think I'd fall out with Wang Yi over this? Come on, we used to lie under the same covers and watch movies together. Since he's messing with us, we might as well mess with each other. Otherwise, life would be too boring."
At last, the afternoon of the third day arrived.
During the final hour of the deadline Wang Yi had set, each of the four men received a car.
They were all models they'd wanted for ages.
A Jeep Wrangler;
an HQ9;
a BMW X5...
And every