C115 – Bring the Car!
Mrs. Chen had barely stepped out when she spotted a man sitting on the couch. It was President Chen, and he was startled by her sudden scream.
He was in the midst of contemplating how to express his gratitude to Su Ming when the piercing shriek interrupted his thoughts.
“What’s going on?” President Chen asked with urgency.
“When did you get back?” Mrs. Chen’s voice was a mix of surprise and relief upon seeing her husband, though her heart still raced.
“I got back last night, saw you were sleeping deeply, and didn’t want to wake you,” he explained, visibly relaxing.
“But why are you here? Weren’t you supposed to stay in the hospital?” she inquired, her concern evident.
“I’ve recovered,” President Chen declared, rising to his feet.
“This time, you need to heed my advice. No more hiding behind work; your health is paramount. Wait, you’re better?” Mrs. Chen’s astonishment was palpable.
He had been down with a severe cold, and the doctor had even warned of a near miss with pneumonia. She had left the hospital at six the evening before, and President Chen had been in considerable discomfort.
Once he finished up in the field, Su Ming grabbed a bite to eat and drove to the car dealership, which hadn’t opened for business in days, though the staff had been coming in daily. They all knew Su Ming’s license plate by heart. “He’s here!” Eyes brightened as a sleek car pulled up—they had been waiting for Su Ming for days.
Inside, Zhou Hai was poring over documents when the door burst open. He looked up, ready to rebuke the intruder, but the man’s face was alight with excitement. “He’s here?” “Yes, he’s here!” Zhou Hai was on his feet and out the door in an instant.
He made his way to the entrance, took a deep breath, and greeted the young man in slippers with an enthusiastic smile. “Mr. Su!” Zhou Hai approached Su Ming, offering a hearty handshake. “Are you here to collect all the cars today?” “Indeed, I’ve just finished building my underground garage,” Su Ming replied with a smile.
The sales staff overheard and were impressed. Su Ming had constructed an underground garage just for his fleet of cars! It must have taken months to build, indicating Su Ming had planned this well in advance. He spoke with such nonchalance, as if he were discussing storing cabbages in a root cellar.
“Mr. Su, we’ve kept your car here, and all the paperwork is ready,” they informed him. “The license plates are all set as well.” Su Ming examined the documents carefully, finding everything in order.
“Thanks for your effort, but the combined insurance payout for all these cars is quite a substantial amount,” Su Ming acknowledged with a smile.
Zhou Hai vigorously shook his head. “We’re just following orders from our superiors,” he insisted.
Hearing this, Su Ming found it difficult to object.
It was clear what Zhou Hai was after—he was keen on forging a friendship with Su Ming.
Su Ming was known for his laid-back nature; apart from his work on the farm, he preferred not to get his hands dirty with other tasks. Should he need assistance in the future, a simple phone call to Zhou Hai would suffice, and Zhou Hai would undoubtedly handle it with aplomb.