Song Xiang ignored the strange looks from outsiders and started packing his things as soon as he received the email. His face was calm and he could not tell whether he was happy or angry.
"Xiao Song, this treatment from above is too unfair. I still have to report it to the boss and return the performance to you."
Wang Yong refused to give up and continued to pretend, even reaching out to stop Song Xiang from packing her things.
Song Xiang avoided them one by one and sighed: "Director, you are really too polite. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that there is no way I can win such a big order."
Wang Yong choked, feeling extremely anxious. The more he thought about it, the more scared he became. As long as the superiors investigated in more detail, they might be able to dig out something.
If those things were dug out, even ten of his lives would not be enough to kill him.
Song Xiang saw Wang Yong's performance in his eyes, and was even more sure that there was something fishy going on here, and he weighed in his mind whether to take a dip in this muddy water.
While he was thinking, there was a lot of movement outside, and then the office door was pushed open, and Gu Wanru poked her head in.
"Song Xiang, the car you ordered last time has arrived. It's in the parking lot outside."
Song Xiang was stunned for a moment, then suddenly remembered, "Gust?"
"Yes, you bought it yourself, wouldn't you forget it?"
Song Xiang's heart was pounding and she couldn't care about Wang Yong anymore. She dropped the things in her hand and followed Gu Wanru outside.
She was thinking of finding an opportunity to ease her relationship with Yan Han, but she didn't expect the opportunity to come to her door.
The person who delivered the car was still waiting outside. Song Xiang signed and then ordered the car to be driven.
Everyone in the office came out to watch the fun, and they complimented Song Xiang every time they said it. They didn't look like they were being ostracized just now.
Song Xiang was too lazy to care about these people. Her attention was entirely on the large truck in front of her.
The door of the carriage slowly opened, and the black supercar was stuck tightly, like a sealed ancient beast. However, even if it was left quietly, the domineering and powerful aura was still overwhelming.
Song Xiang licked her lips, envious of Yan Han.
"Such a handsome car, isn't it just for you to drive?" Gu Wanru suddenly approached and whispered in Song Xiang's ear.
Song Xiang has been feeling a little weird towards Gu Wanru recently, and her words are not as friendly as before. She just said lightly: "Can't I open it?"
Gu Wanru smiled with a gentle gesture, "No, I just think you won a Cayenne, so this car will probably be left out."
Song Xiang raised her hand to signal the truck driver to get out of the car, and said to Gu Wanru: "The Cayenne hasn't arrived yet, let's drive this one first."
She said it casually, as if she was talking about which bike she should ride today.
The smile on Gu Wanru's face became softer and she didn't say anything else, she just stood aside and watched.
Ghost was unloaded from the car, the staff gave the key to Song Xiang, said a few auspicious words symbolically, and left quickly.
Song Xiang took the key and was eager to try it, but he had other considerations in mind, so he could only pace back and forth around the car.
Everyone saw the excitement, but they didn't see her trying the car, so they slowly dispersed.
Song Xiang was the only one left in the parking lot, so she opened the car door and got in. She leaned on the steering wheel and felt the cold joy.
She thought about it for about twenty minutes, and finally had a goal in her mind to please Yan Han.
I flipped through my phone and found Gong Shiheng's phone number. I breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, I asked for his contact information before.
Gong Shiheng was probably busy, and his cell phone was always busy.
Song Xiang felt anxious and kept calling, but finally the call was dialed.
"Hello--"
The man's voice was gentle, just like his usual image.
Song Xiang held the phone and couldn't help but be nervous, "Young Master Gong, it's me, Song Xiang."
Over the phone, Gong Shiheng was on the golf course. He didn't expect it to be Song Xiang, so he inevitably raised his eyebrows and stopped what he was doing.
"Do you have a problem with me?"
Song Xiang gritted his teeth and pondered for a moment, "I need your help with something."
Gong Shiheng was so excited that he completely threw away his golf clubs, said hello to the people around him, and walked into the club.
"Why don't you look for Li Han?"
Song Xiang rolled his eyes, a little helpless, "It's about Mr. Yan..."
The smile on Gong Shiheng's face deepened. After listening to Song Xiang's general description of the situation, he agreed without thinking.
"Don't worry, I promise to help you get it done."
Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you."
Gong Shiheng walked to the lounge with one hand in his pocket and said casually: "No need to thank me, maybe you will help me again in the future."