This first-generation Ford GT model has attracted considerable attention. Wu Changyun also learned about it at yesterday's cocktail party. There is currently one on display in the car dealership, which is just right as a gift for Fushun.
Wu Changyun opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat. Fushun drove the car to the back of the dealership and stepped on the accelerator, leaning his entire body against the backrest. The car roared and started to accelerate. After the test drive, Wu Changyun was about to pay for the car when the dealership employee was suddenly stopped by the manager. The two of them murmured something.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Wu, I didn't make it clear before. This car has been reserved." The guy just now replied.
"What? Didn't this car just go on sale?"
"Indeed, I didn't check it before. It has indeed been booked by someone, and the person is on the way to pick it up."
As soon as the words fell, a young girl walked in from behind the three of them. She looked about the same age as Zhao Yazhi. She was wearing a denim suit, her long hair tied back, two silver earrings in her ears, and red lips adorning her suet-like face. The girl's name was Yuan Aijia. She was here to pick up her car. Her watery eyes curved into crescents as she smiled and asked the dealership manager, "Old Huang, is this my new car?"
As Yuan Aijia got closer, she realized the key was still in the engine, so she asked, "What's going on? Someone drove my new car?"
"This is a new guy and he doesn't know." The manager replied embarrassedly.
Yuan Aijia glanced at the three of them and quickly called Lai Jingli to the side to discuss the matter.
Seeing Yuan Aijia's reaction, Wu Changyun subconsciously said: "Wait, I want this car. She probably hasn't paid the deposit in advance."
"Ahem, I didn't pay the deposit, but you can't expect me to buy this car under these circumstances, right?" Yuan Aijia chuckled, revealing her two fangs.
"Why can't I buy it? The person next to me is a reporter. I don't think your dealership would want to report something like this."
"Yes, that's right, I'm a reporter." After Zhou Huiting said that, she took out a business card from her pocket and handed it to the manager. On it was printed Ms. Qiao from XX Daily. Zhou Huiting turned her head and made a face at Wu Changyun. She didn't expect that the business cards she had accumulated in her daily life could come in handy. It has to be said that Zhou Huiting is always smart at critical moments.
"This is indeed a bit difficult." The manager was a little embarrassed holding the business card.
"What's so difficult about this? Just call the headquarters and ask. We've been in touch before, and we always have to prioritize things. I, Yuan Aijia, am not an unreasonable person."
"But, it's not appropriate for me to fight."
"Okay, I'll call then." Yuan Aijia called his grandfather using the car dealership's landline.
"Yuan Aijia, this name sounds so familiar." Zhou Huiting whispered.
In fact, when encountering such a thing, Wu Changyun only needs to give Zhu Youzai a call. American companies like Ford need the approval of the British government and the supervision of relevant departments to enter Hong Kong. Although it is a matter of gratitude at this critical juncture, but from another perspective, this kind of thing is simply insignificant to Lei Luo. The fact that he can ask Zhu Youzai for help shows that the relationship between the two parties is not bad. After all, only friends will ask each other for help. No matter when, connections are more important than money.
"Grandpa, I came to pick up the car today, but the manager here doesn't recognize me. Can you please make a phone call for me?"
"Why wouldn't I recognize you? Did something happen to you?"
Yuan Aijia's expression darkened. Nothing could escape her grandfather's eyes.
"Someone got here before me."
"Who?"
"I'm not sure..." Yuan Aijia was just fuming. The more he looked at Wu Changyun's face, the more familiar it seemed. Finally, he suddenly realized, "Chen Feng?"
Chen Feng is the name of the protagonist in the play "New Wusheng".
"What Chen Feng? Are you crazy watching movies, granddaughter?"
Yuan Aijia paused, then hung up the phone, covered her lips with her hand, pointed at Wu Changyun's face and said, "You are Chen, the actor who plays Chen Feng! I am your fan!"
"Ah? Are you a fan of mine too?"
Nowadays, when Wu Changyun goes out on the street, nine out of ten people who know him are his fans, and the only one is a hater.
"Come on, I've figured it out. You have too many female fans. I'm curious why girls like to watch action movies?" Fushun spread his hands helplessly.
"I don't know either." Wu Changyun smiled awkwardly.
Yuan Aijia also had her own plans in mind. Previously, the company sent the third princess Chen Sisi to communicate with Wu Changyun but failed to win him over. Her grandfather also valued this talent. Now the other party didn't know her identity yet, so she might as well take this opportunity to make friends with him. Perhaps after changing her position, she could win over this new director in one fell swoop.
"Really? This is so strange. Logically speaking, Jiahe's treatment is so good, but this guy didn't choose Jiahe. He has such a weird temper." Yuan Aijia complained in his heart.
"I'll give you this car, but you have to take me for a ride. After all, I was the one who saw it first."
Wu Changyun had no choice but to agree to the other party's request. He didn't expect to encounter such a thing just after he became famous. After paying, the three of them got in the car. Yuan Aijia took the lead and got into the driver's seat. They drove out of the car dealership and headed straight for the Kowloon Port. Along the way, they talked and laughed. Yuan Aijia even asked Wu Changyun about his recent plans.
Wu Changyun had actually thought about this problem a long time ago. He planned to open his own film company, but his current funds were not enough. If he had to choose from several film companies, Golden Harvest and Shaw Brothers were not the most ideal choices for Wu Changyun. He didn't know how much impact this experience of time travel would have on others, but if there were no excellent works like "Project A" in the world he lived in, it would be a great regret in this period of his life.
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