Song Xiang stood at the door of Yue Ji with mixed emotions. When she came, she was worried that the other party was the same as Wang Yong, but she encountered a tough opponent and refused to let him get through any cracks.
The only gain was that she was sure that there must be a big problem with Yue Ji, and most likely it was in the production department.
She turned around in her mind and was about to leave when she saw a Mercedes-Benz approaching.
A man and a woman got out of the car. They were busy flirting as if no one was around.
"Mr. Yang, what are you doing? This is outside."
"Stop pretending to me, and stop having sex with Mr. Zhang outside?"
Song Xiang rolled his eyes, straightened his hair, avoided the two fools, and walked directly to the subway station.
This Mr. Yang looked familiar to her, so she checked it on her cell phone on the subway, and sure enough, a message popped up.
The deputy director of Yue Ji's production department has a slightly lower status than Zhang Zhengfa.
The corners of Song Xiang's lips rose, thinking that it was really hard to find a place to break through the iron shoes, and the gap came up so quickly.
She checked the time. She had to rush to the DMV to draw the number first, and she would plan how to overcome the problem at hand later.
Yang Liu had something to do in the afternoon and couldn't be there, so he gave Song Xiang the contact's mobile phone number.
Song Xiang had a meal outside and wandered around until one o'clock, then went to the vehicle management office.
There is a lot of traffic in the imperial capital and it is difficult to get a license plate. Song Xiang was considered a support target because he did not have a car before, otherwise Yangliu would not be able to do anything.
Inside, there was a huge crowd of people, all staring at the big screen above. Some were sighing, while others were exulting.
Song Xiang shook his head helplessly. Getting a license plate was like looking at the college entrance examination results.
She found the person introduced by Yang Liu, who was in his twenties and named Xu Jiayan.
"You come with me. After I heard Yang Liu's call this morning, I made an appointment for you. The number will be issued soon."
Song Xiang thanked her repeatedly and followed Xu Jiayan into the backstage. She asked in a low voice: "When will the number be drawn?"
"Within a week." Xu Jiayan smiled and motioned for Song Xiang to sit down.
The screen in the backstage is smaller than outside, and you can check the personal lottery status. Xu Jiayan is an insider and can ensure that Song Xiang gets the cards.
"Can I choose a brand?" Song Xiang was a little embarrassed, feeling that her request was a bit too much.
Xu Jiayan shook his head and told the truth: "The cards in the Imperial City are too tight. If you want to choose a number, you have to spend a lot of money."
Song Xiang originally wanted to ask how much it would cost, but Xu Jiayan immediately said: "The day before yesterday, my boss's friend chose a number and spent seven figures, but he was still not satisfied with it."
Song Xiang felt it wasn't worth spending millions to choose a phone number, so she decided to forget it.
"It's almost your turn."
Xu Jiayan said, turning the computer screen to Song Xiang's direction.
A series of numbers flashed quickly on the screen, like a two-color ball, which naturally aroused people's nervousness. It's no wonder that the group of people outside were looking at the rankings.
Song Xiang's eyes remained motionless, staring at the screen.
Suddenly! The numbers on the screen stopped, and then a bunch of lists and ID information popped up, followed by the license plate number.
Xu Jiayan pulled the progress bar and dragged it to the page with Song Xiang.
"Your license plate number is..."
Xu Jiayan was halfway through reading. He couldn't believe his eyes and his voice stopped.
Song Xiang sat on the edge and saw the numbers clearly, but he was also a little confused.
Jingsb2501!
There were sighs in the office. Other people probably saw this number as well, and they all looked at Xu Jiayan's workstation.
Xu Jiayan smiled sheepishly and comforted Song Xiang first, "Don't worry, I'll go back and take a look. Maybe there's something wrong..."
Song Xiang nodded, knowing in his heart that there was no way the lottery would go wrong.
She was in a complicated mood. She finally got a car and finally got a number, but it was this kind of number!
If you drive this out, won't you be laughed to death?
Xu Jiayan went away for a while and came back soon, with a stiff expression on his face.
Song Xiang twitched her lips and remained polite, "How is it?"
"You can only book this number now. It's not easy to change." Xu Jiayan touched his nose, glanced around, and spoke in a low voice: "Did you offend someone?"
Song Xiang was stunned for a moment, not quite understanding how he could draw numbers without offending anyone.
Xu Jiayan sighed and continued: "This kind of number is usually not released casually unless someone specifically requests it."
No one would assign this kind of number to themselves, they would only buy it to cause trouble for others.
Song Xiang immediately thought of Yan Han, but he also felt that Yan Han was not so childish, so he went to such lengths to do it.
She smiled reluctantly and thanked Xu Jiayan, "Let's leave it like this for now, it can't be changed for the time being."
Xu Jiayan spread his hands and expressed his helplessness. He just entered the office and wanted to ask questions, but his boss told him to mind his own business.