"I'm at the school gate."
"If you want to get them today, you can make it if you go now."
"I'll head over now."
Meng Fan hung up the receiver and called Xing Ta Ge. Soon, Xing Ta Ge pulled up in his highlander outside the school gate to pick up Meng Fan.
The publisher was located in Hangzhou, and the printing factory was there too. It was not far from the art academy, about a 20 minute drive.
Books could be picked up or delivered, but they were close by, and Meng Fan was looking forward to seeing it early, so he wanted to pick it up himself.
Since Qin Jiao called him, he didn't have to show the receipt before receiving the books.
"Do you want a car to deliver these to you?" Said the guy who awaited Meng Fan. He was a very polite middle-aged man.
"It's fine. We drove here, so it should fit."