Song Xiang rolled his eyes and greeted Duan Ge in his heart.
"We are just an ordinary sales point here. It is difficult to buy the high-end customized model you want here." She planned to decline politely, so as not to encounter a mentally ill person like Yan Zhenzhen again.
"It's not a high-end car." Lin Cong laughed, and then said: "It's just a little reward for employees. If I sell it to an acquaintance like you, I have to give it a discount, right?"
If Mr. Li, who worked with Wang Yong, said this, Song Xiang would believe it 80% of the time, but the other party was Lin Cong, and she found it funny when she heard it.
The Lin family has a big business and is one of the top 100 companies in the country. Of course, the rewards given to employees include long-term partners. How could they temporarily find an unknown downstream agency?
"Well, we have a car show in two days. Why don't you, Mr. Lin, come over and have a look? If necessary, you can talk to our director directly."
It's better to leave this kind of hot potato to Wang Yong, since he has rough skin and thick flesh anyway.
Lin Cong was very interested when he heard about the car show. "I will be there on time that day. I hope to meet Miss Song."
Song Xiang was polite and said, "Looking forward to your visit."
Lin Cong wanted to say a few more words, but Song Xiang pretended to have something urgent to deal with and apologized repeatedly. Lin Cong had no choice but to hang up the phone first.
"Madam, I advise you not to take your work too seriously, otherwise the president will feel distressed when he sees it."
When Yang Liu saw her hanging up the phone, he sat down next to her with a teasing look.
Song Xiang was helpless, "You're here again."
"It's not that I'm here again, it's that the car to pick you up is here again." Yang Liu pursed his lips toward the outside.
Song Xiang remembered that she still had to deliver food to Yan Han.
"It's so annoying." She threw away her phone, looking depressed.
Yang Liu raised his eyebrows, seeing that her expression didn't look like she was pretending, "Are you forced to accept Tian's grace?"
Song Xiang: "Do you want this favor given to you by God?"
Yang Liu: "As long as the president is willing, I am willing to be a cow or a horse."
Song Xiang: "..."
She let out a long sigh of relief and stood up, "When I come back as a cow and a horse, I will share my experience with you."
Yang Liu snapped her fingers and blinked her eyes, "If you want wealth and honor, don't forget each other."
Song Xiang couldn't help but laugh, feeling helpless and heartbroken, she picked up her bag and walked out.
It's still the same two people, there are still two thermos buckets, and the greetings are the same when they meet.
Song Xiang got in the car, and it was so comfortable to lean on all the way that she dozed off a little. When she got to the bottom of the building, she carried the thermos bucket down in a daze.
"Miss Song, be careful!"
Song Xiang didn't notice that there was a footrest under her feet. When the bodyguard reminded her, she had already tripped.
She fell forward and was about to fall to pieces. At the critical moment, she instinctively threw away the thermos bucket in her hand and grabbed the car door beside her with both hands.
With two sounds, the thermos bucket fell to the ground, and you could tell by the sound that it was broken.
Song Xiang fell down and sat at the door of the car. She saw the thermos bucket rolling to her feet and was hit hard on her temple.
"Miss Song?"
The two bodyguards were dumbfounded and quickly got out of the car. They stood at the door of the car with their eyes wide open, completely at a loss.
Song Xiang raised his head and smiled dryly at them, "What time is it now?"
"It's almost eleven o'clock, it's definitely too late to prepare again." The bodyguard knew what she meant as soon as he heard this.
Song Xiang closed his eyes, wishing he could hit himself twice!
CEO Yan Da has a bad temper. If he doesn't eat at noon, then he is not allowed to eat people?
"Miss Yan, why don't you... buy it from the mall?" the bodyguard suggested boldly.
Song Xiang raised his head and gave a thumbs up, "Go now."
She quickly picked up the two thermos buckets, got in the car again, and rushed to the mall.
Fortunately, there were many restaurants in the shopping mall. She chose the most expensive one and cooked two of the simplest dishes to avoid overcooking and making mistakes. She also asked her bodyguard to buy two new thermos buckets so that she could pour the food into them and everything would be safe.
Back in the car, the two bodyguards looked at each other, a little worried.
"Would you like to see what the previous meal was? Maybe the young master has made a plan for lunch."
Only then did Song Xiang remember and quickly opened the thermos bucket that had just been broken.
The insulated bucket was full of fragments, but you could still tell that the bucket contained... noodles.
Song Xiang's mouth twitched hard, and she looked up at the two bodyguards, "What time is it now?"
The bodyguard almost cried, "It's eleven o'clock."
Song Xiang was desperate, holding her forehead and not wanting to speak. She gritted her teeth and decided to face death directly.
"Miss Song, I have an idea..." The bodyguard raised his hand again.
Song Xiang raised his head and leaned forward, "Say."
The bodyguard took a breath, glanced at his companion, and lowered his voice, "That's it..."