Twenty minutes later.
Wang Chen arrived in town on his bike, and just as he turned into the street where the Herbal Medicine Company was located, he happened to see a very attractive car driving out of the company's premises.
The car was quite small, resembling a beetle, and was an adorable shade of pink overall.
Its unique shape and eye-catching color immediately drew the attention of everyone around.
"That car is so pretty," a young couple stopped in their tracks, the girl said dreamily.
The boy beside her raised an eyebrow, "You like it? I'll buy you one tomorrow."
The girl glanced at him with disdain, "Stop joking, you can't even afford the 20,000 yuan dowry for my family, let alone this car."
"Such a tiny car, probably costs at most 18,000 yuan, just save up and I'll buy it for you," the boy said arrogantly.
"18,000 yuan? You can't even afford a wheel!" A middle-aged man interjected, "That car is called a Beetle, it costs over 200,000 yuan to buy."
