The male salesperson might have had "second year middle school syndrome," he might not have—it didn't really matter. What mattered was that Suming indeed liked the Wrangler a lot and paid for it the same day. He went to the DMV to pick a license plate and received a temporary plate.
"Damn, how are we going to handle two cars?" Wang Hao looked at his Wolfsburg Edition Tiguan and then at Suming's Wrangler.
With the two cars parked side by side, the Tiguan, which could usually hold its own in terms of appearance, paled in comparison to the very individualistic Wrangler and was completely turned into just another car.
"Each drive our own car, each return to our own home, each find our own mother," Suming said, as if it were obvious.
"No way! Today I have to properly take your car for a spin. Otherwise, I definitely won't be able to sleep tonight, feeling all unbalanced. I'll leave my Tiguan here and come get it tomorrow."
Without further ado, Wang Hao hopped into the driver's seat of the Wrangler. Suming just smiled and said nothing, sitting down in the passenger seat.
As soon as the seatbelt was clicked on and the seat pushed back, the Wrangler surged forward like a wild horse that had broken free of its reins.
Before long, Suming began to regret letting Mr. Wang drive; whenever they passed a pretty girl, the guy would deliberately slow down, drive past her, and then very sassily blow a kiss.
"I think you should seriously find a girlfriend," Suming said.
Wang Hao solemnly replied, "I think, man, I should seriously buy a nice car!"
...
Wang Hao first drove home, and then Suming moved to the driver's seat and leisurely drove back to the animal zoo.
Arriving at the zoo in a Jeep caused a stir, neither huge nor small.
The younger staff thought that since Suming was so rich, why didn't he buy a Mercedes-Benz or BMW. The older folks though, were all thumbs up about it.
After getting back to the park, he purposely drove around Shuijun Lake.
Though he wasn't going to farm catfish, they could still be put to good use. He drove out to get some and along with alligator snapping turtles, putting them in the lake to carefully search the waters.
The two hard workers roamed the man-made lake all night without uncovering anything unusual.
The lake was teeming with fish but only a smattering of ornamental ones; in contrast, there was an abundance of loaches, eels, small crabs, and crayfish, providing a feast for the snapping turtle and catfish.
"Bighead, you stay here. Snapping turtle, you go back to your guard duty at the pavilion!"
The bighead catfish was overjoyed, diving into the water and flapping its tail contentedly, while the snapping turtle gaped halfway, staring blankly at Suming, looking almost sullen.
Water quality didn't matter to these two; Shuijun Lake had far more space than the pavilion, and the lake was full of tasty treats, so naturally, it was much more enjoyable than the smaller one.
"Oh, come on, if what you say goes, then what do we need me as the boss for!" Suming couldn't be bothered with it.
After returning, Suming took out the honeycomb he had brewed a few days before. It had fermented nicely by now and when mixed with vinegar, it had a sour-sweet taste.
"Hey, Nangong the great reporter, what are you up to?" he texted Nangong Yan.
Soon after, Nangong Yan promptly called back, "Are you free tomorrow? If you're not busy, let's hang out."
"Wow, your TV station is so busy, why do you have time off tomorrow with no holidays or anything?"
"Didn't I tell you last time I've been getting lots of acne lately? It's been getting worse over the days, and make-up can't cover it anymore. The director told me to take some time off and stay off camera for now," Nangong Yan shared, sounding downcast.
"Well, that's perfect. Tomorrow I plan to visit Huating Reservoir to check out aquaculture possibilities; come and have some fun," Suming said.
"Farm what? Do you even know how to do aquaculture?" Nangong Yan asked, curious.
"That's just it; I don't know what to farm, nor do I know how. That's why I need to do a reconnaissance of the reservoir. Also, to relax a bit, I'm planning a barbecue; after the survey, we can go grill some meat by the reservoir!" Suming explained.
"Great! Just the two of us," Nangong Yan said.