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Just as Lao Fang took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, his cell phone rang in his pocket.

He took it out and looked at the contact person displayed on the screen, which made him instantly take the cigarette out of his mouth and subconsciously straighten his back.

Li Mingyuan, the big boss of Quantong Driving School, usually doesn't come to the driving school for half a year. Why did he suddenly call today?

He quickly pressed the answer button, switching voices faster than turning the pages of a book.

The sarcastic, slick tone he had used when talking to Zhang Yifan earlier vanished completely.

Instead, it was replaced by a kind of obsequious flattery brimming with respect.

"Mr. Li! What brings you to call me amidst your busy schedule? What instructions do you have?"

On the other end of the phone, Li Mingyuan skipped the pleasantries and spoke casually but directly: "Old Fang, I have a question for you. Did your driving school recruit a student named Tang Xiaonuan?"

Old Fang was stunned for a moment.

Tang Xiaonuan? There are at least dozens of students in each driving school class, how could he possibly remember the name of every single one of them?

He quickly covered the microphone and frantically searched his mind, but found nothing.

He released the microphone, his tone still respectful: "Mr. Li, I'm not entirely sure either. As you know, there are too many students; I can't possibly remember every name. I'll check later. Just let me know if there are any arrangements."

"That's right."

Li Mingyuan leaned back in his chair and glanced at Tang Zhengchuan, who was being forced to drink by the other bosses next to him.

"This Tang Xiaonuan is the daughter of a good friend of mine, so she's like my own niece."

Assign her a patient instructor, don't let her suffer with those rough and burly instructors, and let her get her driver's license as soon as possible.

When a girl is learning to drive, find someone with a good temper, someone who won't scare her.

Old Fang's heart skipped a beat, and then a surge of heat rushed from his chest to his forehead.

A person with connections!

Moreover, it was a client personally referred by the big boss over the phone!

When did Mr. Li make a special phone call to arrange for the trainees?

He had been a team leader at Quantong Driving School for so many years, and this was the first time he had received a call from his boss personally instructing him to lead students.

If this is done well, it will be a great achievement in front of General Manager Li, and a promotion is not out of the question.

He quickly pressed the microphone to his ear, his voice tinged with barely suppressed excitement:

"Okay, Mr. Li! Don't worry! I'll have Lao Zhao take her with me!"

As you know, Lao Zhao is our top driving instructor at Quantong, with the highest pass rate in the entire driving school. He is also known for his good temper and never argues with his students.

Leave this to me!

"Old Zhao? Hmm, okay, you can arrange it. I'm entrusting this to you with peace of mind. There can't be any mistakes."

"You can rest assured, Mr. Li! I guarantee the task will be completed! I'll personally deliver the driver's license to my niece the day she gets it!"

Li Mingyuan hummed in agreement, then casually asked, "Has anything happened at Quantong recently?"

Old Fang's heart skipped a beat.

He glanced subconsciously at the willow tree beside him that had been knocked askew, then at the training car with its trunk dented, but his mouth didn't stop talking:

"Nothing happened! Everything is normal! It's just that a student accidentally scratched the training car while practicing today. It was a minor scrape, nothing serious."

"Is everyone alright?"

"Everyone's fine! Absolutely fine! There's just a small scratch on the back of the car, and we've already had a repair shop come and take a look. The instructor and student are both perfectly fine, not a single hair is missing."

Li Mingyuan's voice softened: "As long as no one is hurt, that's fine. If the car is damaged, we can go through insurance. The bottom line is to ensure the personal safety of the instructor and students."

"Absolutely! Mr. Li, please rest assured! I emphasize safety issues in our daily meetings, and we haven't let our guard down for a moment!"

"Okay, you handle it as you see fit. I have other things to do, I'll hang up now."

"Mr. Li, you're busy! Goodbye, Mr. Li!"

The phone hangs up.

Old Fang held his phone, stood there for a couple more seconds with his head slightly bent over, before straightening up and letting out a long breath.

Old Zhao, who was standing next to him, had been listening intently. Although he couldn't hear what was being said on the other end of the phone, he had pieced together some information from Old Fang's few words, such as "gold medal coach," "Old Zhao," and "don't worry."

The boss called and mentioned his name; Lao Fang even praised him in front of the boss.

What could this be?

He quickly moved closer, his eyes full of curiosity and anticipation.

"Old Fang, what's going on? Why did President Li mention my name again? Is there some good news?"

"What happened?"

Old Fang put his phone back in his pocket, turned to look at Old Zhao, a slow smile spreading across his face, and pointed at him with his finger.

"This is fantastic news! Just now, President Li personally called to instruct us to take on a student who is the daughter of President Li's friend. She's definitely someone with connections!"

I recommended you, saying you're our top coach at Quantong.

Think about it, when has General Manager Li ever specifically called to give instructions on training students? This is the first time!

If I handle this well, I'll have earned a good reputation with General Manager Li and might get promoted. If that position becomes available, who do you think could get it?

Old Zhao was a little confused and subconsciously asked, "Who can I give it to?"

Old Fang couldn't help but raise his hand and pat Old Zhao on the head. The pat wasn't hard, but it made Old Zhao jump. "Who else could it be? It's definitely you! Besides you, Old Zhao, who else in our entire organization is qualified to be the team leader?"

Old Zhao rubbed the back of his head where he had been slapped, staring blankly at Old Fang, but the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up in a grin.

From the panic of being hit by a student and facing legal consequences, to the boss calling and specifically asking him to bring in people he had connections to, the contrast was so stark that he hadn't quite processed it yet.

But his mouth reacted before his brain could process it: "Old Fang! I'm not saying anything more! I'm treating you to dinner tonight! After dinner, we'll have a full-service massage and bath at Buckingham! Let's relax a bit, brother!"

"Alright, you old bastard, you've finally paid up? I have to go tonight. I've been taking care of you all these years, it's time for you to show me some respect."

"Absolutely! For so many years, without you, Old Fang, protecting me, would I be where I am today?"

Old Zhao chuckled, rubbing his head, then suddenly remembered something and asked, "By the way, Lao Fang, what's the name of the trainee that Boss Li arranged? We need to find out which bus she's on and assign her to my group tomorrow."

Old Fang slapped his forehead: "Look at my memory! President Li clearly said his name just now... what was it again...?"

He frowned and thought for a moment. The name was on the tip of his tongue, but he was too excited when he answered the phone to remember the exact name.

He hesitated before speaking, "I think her name is something like Tang... Tang something Nuan..."

Old Zhao's smile froze instantly.

He stared, mouth agape, at Lao Fang still lost in his daydream of promotion and a raise. His lips moved slightly, and three words escaped his throat:

"Tang Xiaonuan?"