Song Sancheng felt as if he had been struck by lightning!
After a whole year of effort to get his driver's license, the New Year is almost here, with more people in the village. It would be perfect to drive a new car around, then roll down the window nonchalantly when meeting someone from the village and pass them a cigarette:
"...Sigh, it's just a vehicle for getting around, nothing special..."
He had already dreamt various versions of this dream!
Why, oh, why would it be next year to get a car? His daughter had already spent thirty thousand on clothes!
He pointed outside at the brand new asphalt road: "It's five meters wide now! There aren't that many cars in the village, so why isn't it suitable for me to drive?"
