Zhao Wenjin, who had decided to buy a car, was deft in action and quickly chose the car she wanted to purchase.
It's not that she wasn't picky, but the fact was there were only so many models to choose from—even imported cars didn't impress her much; in her eyes, they were all rather ugly.
Since that was the case, she might as well choose one that was in decent condition and reasonably priced.
She quickly settled on a Xiali; after all, a car that had dominated the taxi industry for N years was guaranteed to be reliable, making it a suitable choice for Zhao Wenjin.
When the old and young gentlemen of the alley gathered for a chat and spotted a new car driving in from afar, one of them asked, "Whose family has bought a new car?"
In recent years, some had been doing well while others had not. Although not many had bought cars, there were still one or two who had.
Everyone speculated in turn but no one could guess correctly, "Could it be someone's relative?"