"Ding-dong—"

Looking at Zhao Yaqian's recent message, Tang Song couldn't help but smile. From the start, his goal in buying the membership wasn't for Yizi Beauty but to make friends with this charming beautician. And she was adorably straightforward, even feeling guilty about the situation.

After a moment of thought, Tang Song replied with a smile: "It's okay, as long as you guide me in skincare and beauty. The 2,000 yuan is just tuition. I always trust Teacher Zhao's skills and character."

The message quickly received a response, and it was a voice message. Tang Song clicked to play it.

Zhao Yaqian: "I... I'm fine! You can find me anytime! Don't worry, Brother Song. Yizi Beauty still owes me wages! If it does close down, I'll bring the equipment and skincare products home. You can come over for treatments!"

Clearly, his beautician friend was very happy.

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

"Ding-dong—"

[Zhao Yaqian: "That would be great! I was worried I wouldn't be able to move the equipment on my own!"]

[Zhao Yaqian: emotional.GIF]

Seeing the emoji she sent, Tang Song couldn't help but laugh. It was a selfie of her in a cute and sexy outfit, looking both beautiful and endearing. Tang Song sent back a cool GIF. They continued to chat, exchanging playful emojis.

Clearly, Zhao Yaqian was quite narcissistic, as most of her emojis were selfies.

After their chat, Tang Song finished his fat-burning workout and took a quick shower. Leaning against his bedhead, he read "To Live" for half an hour. Reflecting on Fugui's tragic fate and feeling the familiar pangs of hunger, he drifted into a deep sleep.

...

The next day at noon.

"Holy sh*t, Xiao Song, are you really buying a car?" Guo Peng exclaimed, so surprised that he almost forgot about his barbecue bowl.

Hugging a cushion, Du Shaokai chuckled, "Old Song, have you really been provoked? Losing weight, skincare, and now buying a car?"

Hearing this, the surrounding colleagues perked up their ears and gathered around.

"What price range are you looking at?"

"Want me to recommend a few? I've been watching a lot of reviews lately. Very professional."

Tang Song smiled and explained, "I got a bit envious after seeing Brother Peng buy a car."

Guo Peng advised, "Don't rush. Think it through. Cars depreciate quickly after purchase. Consider buying a house first."

Zhao Yue, standing from her workstation, curiously asked, "What car are you planning to buy?"

"A second-hand car for around 30,000 to 40,000 yuan. Just to practice. If it gets scratched, I won't feel bad. Later, I'll upgrade to a new car," Tang Song replied, patting Guo Peng's shoulder. "Brother Peng, doesn't your cousin run a repair shop? Can you ask him to find a good car for me?"

Guo Peng's cousin owned a small repair shop in the Qiaoxi district and also dealt in second-hand cars. He had found Guo Peng's Honda Civic.

Guo Peng paused, then laughed, "Sure, I can do that. For that price range, you won't lose much value if you sell it after six months. I'll call him right away."

"Thanks, Brother Peng. I'll treat you to a big meal later."

Hearing Tang Song was only looking for a cheap second-hand car, Zhao Yue showed visible disappointment. In her view, it was better to get a loan for a nicer car than to buy an old one. It was more reliable and looked better.

However, she put on an excited expression, her eyes sparkling, "Soon you'll be a car owner, Brother Song! A house can't be far off! Keep it up!"

"A house? Shouldn't be too far," Tang Song half-joked, half-sighed. Buying a house had been a persistent goal for him and his family. Now, with the game's system in place, as long as he steadily improved himself, everything would naturally fall into place.

Du Shaokai burst out laughing, "You two sound like a comedy duo. Old Song, why don't you just get a loan for a mobile home? That way, you get both a car and a house! Haha!"

Zhao Yue awkwardly ignored Du Shaokai's comment. Being a local from Yan City, Du Shaokai had a car, a house, and good looks. She had pursued him hard when they first joined the company, showing concern through WeChat and gifting small treats. Unfortunately, Du Shaokai wasn't interested and focused on pursuing Tian Jing, who joined with them. Zhao Yue admitted Tian Jing had some advantages over her, but felt she wasn't that far off. They had a falling out, and their relationship hadn't mended.

...

At 3:30 PM. Content originally comes from novel·fıre·net

Tang Song, panting after getting off the elliptical, returned to his workstation. Guo Peng approached with excitement, "Xiao Song, my cousin sent over some car options. I've forwarded them to you. Check if any catch your eye. These are all quality cars at good prices with reliable conditions."

"Thanks, Brother Peng. I'll take a look." Tang Song opened the chat.

He trusted Guo Peng's integrity.

"Here's a 2012 Honda Fit with a sunroof, 1.5 Earth Dreams engine, spacious, and fuel-efficient. I test-drove it myself. Great to drive! Priced just over 30,000 yuan, negotiable."

"Here's a 2018 Chery Arrizo 5, newer, in great condition, with only 40,000 kilometers. Automatic transmission. I highly recommend it."

"This one's cheaper, a 2014 Suzuki Swift, manual, 1.3L engine. Very practical for daily use, tough and reliable."

Tang Song's eyes lit up as he looked through the pictures and descriptions. There were five cars in total, priced between 20,000 and 40,000 yuan. Each looked clean and well-maintained, with good conditions.

The more he looked, the more tempted he became. This would be his first car!

"Find any you like?" Guo Peng, standing beside him, was just as excited.

Tang Song drank from his water bottle, and then replied, "They all look great. How about you come with me tomorrow to check them out and take a test drive before deciding?"

"No problem!" Guo Peng patted his chest, "Research these cars tonight. Price-wise, you'll get a better deal here than from a dealer."

"Thanks, Brother Peng!"

"Don't mention it. Just let me test drive it once you buy it!"

As they chatted, Du Shaokai suddenly approached, energetically patting Tang Song's shoulder, "Old Song, Director Chen wants to see you. Go now."

Guo Peng glanced toward the manager's office, quickly shrank back, and returned to his desk.

Tang Song frowned, sensing something was off.