This year is the last year for points to be counted, and I'm just short of about 500 points to get a rating. If I give up, all my efforts from the past few years will be in vain!"
"I don't need you to pay me back all at once. If you have some extra cash, just lend me a thousand or so to cover the gas and tolls to drive back! Just consider it a favor, brother, will you?"
Still a good four or five meters away, Zhang Yang unexpectedly overheard Wei Song's conversation.
Compared to the polite and cordial tone he had next to him that morning, Wei Song's tone on the phone with his friend was very humbling, almost groveling.
Unintentionally overhearing this, Zhang Yang instinctively slowed down, and Wei Song didn't notice anyone approaching outside, continuing to desperately plead for repayment.
Apparently not going well, a few seconds later, the call ended. Wei Song put down his phone and, frustrated, rubbed his face before taking several large gulps from his plastic water bottle.
