Chapter 19

"Ding-dong—"

Looking at the message Zhao Yaqian had just sent, Tang Song smiled.

From the very beginning, his topping up the card wasn't for Yizi Beauty and Hair Salon, but purely because he wanted to make friends with this beautician.

And this friend of his was truly straightforward and cute, even developing a sense of guilt in her heart.

After thinking for a moment, Tang Song replied with a smile: "It's okay, as long as you are willing to guide me in skincare and beauty, those 2,000 yuan can be considered tuition. I will always believe in Teacher Zhao's ability and character."

The message was sent, and he soon received a reply, which was also a voice message.

He clicked play.

Zhao Yaqian: "I... I have no problem with that! You can find me anytime! Brother Song, don't worry, Yizi Beauty still owes me wages that haven't been paid! If it really goes bankrupt, I'll pull the shop's equipment and skincare products home, and when the time comes, you can come find me, and I'll continue to do treatments for you!"

It was clear that this beautician friend was very happy.

Tang Song also replied with a voice message: "Remember to call me when that happens; I'll drive to help you move the goods."

"Ding-dong—"

[Zhao Yaqian: "That's great, I was worried I wouldn't be able to move the equipment!"]

[Zhao Yaqian: Touched.GIF]

Looking at the sticker she sent, Tang Song couldn't help but laugh out loud.

It was actually a selfie of her, wearing a sexy base layer, looking both beautiful and cute.

Tang Song casually replied with a cool-looking animated GIF.

The two of them went back and forth fighting with stickers for a while.

It was clear that Zhao Yaqian was also a quite narcissistic girl.

Most of the stickers were her own selfies.

After chatting, finishing the fat-burning exercises, and washing up,

Tang Song leaned against the headboard and read "To Live" for half an hour.

Amidst the reflections on Fugui's tragic fate and the familiar feeling of hunger, he fell into a deep sleep.

……

The next day at noon.

"Holy crap, Little Song, you're buying a car? For real?" Guo Peng exclaimed, not even having time to eat the grilled meat bibimbap in his hand.

Du Shaokai, who was resting while hugging a pillow, laughed: "Old Song, you haven't really been stimulated by someone, have you? First losing weight, then skincare, and now buying a car."

Hearing this, the surrounding colleagues instantly pricked up their ears and leaned over.

"What price range are you looking for?"

"Do you want me to recommend a few? I've been watching a lot of reviews lately; I'm very professional."

Tang Song smiled and explained: "It's not that, I just saw Brother Guo buy a car and got a bit itchy."

Guo Peng looked at him and advised: "Don't be impulsive. Before buying, think carefully about whether you really need it. A car is something that depreciates the moment you buy it; it's better to consider a house first."

Zhao Yue stood up from her workstation and asked curiously: "What car does Brother Song plan to buy?"

"A used car for 30,000 or 40,000 is fine, just to practice. I won't feel bad if it gets a bump, and I can change to a new car later." Tang Song patted Guo Peng: "Brother Guo, don't you have a cousin who runs a car repair shop? Let him help me look for one."

Guo Peng's cousin had a small-scale car repair shop in the Qiaoxi District and would also moonlight in flipping used cars; his own Civic was found by him.

Guo Peng was stunned and laughed: "That's doable. A car in this price range won't depreciate much even if you drive it for half a year and sell it. I'll go call him right now."

"Alright, thank you, Brother Guo. I'll treat you to a big meal later."

Hearing that Tang Song only wanted to buy a cheap used car, Zhao Yue showed visible disappointment on her face.

In her consumption view, buying such an old used car really wasn't as good as taking out a loan to buy a good one.

Not only is it reliable, but it's also prestigious to drive.

However, on the surface, she still showed an excited expression, her eyes sparkling: "Brother Song will soon be a car owner; can a house be far behind? Keep it up!"

"A house, huh? It shouldn't be far," Tang Song said, half-jokingly and half-emotionally.

Once, buying a house was an inescapable obsession for him and his family.

Now that the game system has descended, as long as he steadily improves himself, everything will fall into place naturally.

Du Shaokai, however, let out a "pfft" laugh: "Holy crap, you two singing in harmony like this is like a crosstalk act; it's quite something. Old Song! If I were you, I'd just take out a loan and buy an RV, so you'd have both a car and a house in one go, how sweet! Hahahaha~"

Zhao Yue curled her lips awkwardly and ignored Du Shaokai's words.

Du Shaokai was a local from Yancheng, with a very good family background, having both a house and a car, and being handsome to boot.

When she first joined the company, she had chased after him for a long time, showing concern on WeChat every day and sending coffee and snacks from time to time.

Unfortunately, Du Shaokai wasn't interested in her and was single-mindedly pursuing Tian Jing, who had joined at the same time as her.

She admitted that she was indeed inferior to Tian Jing in some aspects, but she felt she wasn't that far behind.

The two had had some unpleasantness because of this, and their relationship had never eased.

…

3:30 PM.

Tang Song got off the elliptical machine panting, and just as he returned to his workstation, Guo Peng leaned over.

"Little Song, my cousin has sent over the car sources; I've forwarded them to you. Hurry and see if you like any. These are all high-quality cars with reasonable prices and reliable conditions."

"Alright, Brother Guo, let me see." Tang Song responded and hurriedly clicked on the chat box.

He still trusted the character of Guo Peng, the big brother of the department.

"This is a 2012 Fit, with a sunroof, 1.5 Earth Dreams engine, huge space, the back row can be folded flat, fuel-efficient and durable. I've test-driven it before; it's great to drive! The price is just over 30,000, and it's negotiable."

"This is an 18-year Arrizo 5, newer year, awesome condition, only ran 40,000+ kilometers, and it's an automatic. I think this one is also very good."

…

"This one is cheaper, a 14-year Suzuki Swift, manual transmission, 1.3L displacement, the exterior is very interesting, and it's also very suitable for household grocery shopping and commuting, sturdy and durable."

Tang Song's eyes sparkled as he looked at the pictures and introductions one by one.

A total of 5 cars, with prices ranging from 20,000 to 40,000, each one cleaned up neatly, and they all looked to be in good condition.

The more Tang Song looked, the more tempted he became; this was his first car!

"How is it? Do you like any?" Guo Peng leaned beside him, appearing even more excited than him.

He was also a car lover; to buy that used Civic, he had browsed forums for a long time and checked a lot of information, and that enthusiasm hadn't passed yet.

Tang Song picked up his water cup, took a big gulp, and said excitedly: "They're all quite good. How about you accompany me to see the actual cars tomorrow, Brother Guo, and we'll decide after a test drive."

"No problem!" Guo Peng patted his chest: "You can check these cars out carefully today. Don't worry about the price; it's absolutely not a scam, much more reasonable than buying from a dealer!"

"Alright, thank you, Brother Guo!"

"What's there to be polite about? Just let me have a go after you buy the car! Hehe."

The two were chatting when Du Shaokai suddenly walked over, enthusiastically patted Tang Song on the shoulder, and laughed: "Old Song, Director Chen is looking for you; hurry over."

Guo Peng glanced in the direction of the director's office, hurriedly shrank his neck, and went back to his workstation to slack off.

Tang Song frowned, having a bad premonition in his heart.