Gao Junfeng heard this and displayed a barely controllable excitement on his face, feigning nonchalance as he nodded and raised his glass, saying, "Well then, thank you, President Wang. Come on, cheers."
"No problem, no problem, we're all on the same side, haha." Wang Zhiyuan drained his glass of wine with gusto.
The crisp beer slid down his throat with a hint of icy stimuli, somewhat calming Gao Junfeng's emotions.
He knew well that Wang Zhiyuan wasn't stepping in to contact the dealership just to save him money.
As the general manager of a subsidiary under Zhongcheng Group, Wang Zhiyuan had certain personnel, procurement, and budget approval rights within the subsidiary, leading to significant gray income.
His willingness to intervene likely had another implication behind it.
Helping him buy a car was an indirect investment, a way to win him over.
He might not even have to pay for it; he could just sign a document and drive the car home.
