Chapter 503: Buy a car
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The Death Knell
- Chaos Art Troupe
- 1972 characters
- 2021-01-31 01:02:58
? There is a ridge in front, even if snowflakes are flying around in the strong wind, the rugged terrain can still be distinguished.
The sled and supplies can only stay in place, and everyone needs to hike up the mountain.
In just three miles, the team walked for almost two hours to arrive. When Witwich approached the path-finding dog, the two puppies just kept walking in circles on the snow, facing a circle they stepped on. The center barked.
He squatted down and touched the dog's neck. The thick fur was just as cold and passed to his palm through his gloves.
"Children, there won't be any living things under the ice, what have you found?"
But he accidentally walked into the circle the puppies stepped on, and with the crisp sound of cracking ice, he fell down.
Suddenly, as if falling into the abyss, he felt that he was finished.
I don't know how many human bones are buried in the crevices of the glacier, and he will be one of them today.
However, his fate was different from that of the ancients. Only after falling two or three meters, he felt his body hit the ground. Although his whole body was painful, he was still alive.
But as he sat up with a grin, he found that he was caught by a huge monster. He fell into the palm of the monster's hand, and beneath it was an abyss.
The whole body of this monster was covered with snow and ice, and the crystal clear ice made it maintain a five-pointed upward posture, as if it had once held something in its palm.
But as the sun fell from above, Witwich found that the ice layer was wrapped in a silver metal that had never been seen before. A metal giant with fangs drilled out of the iceberg face-on.
Although it remained motionless, its huge window-like eyes seemed to still be staring at him.
"Oh, God......"
"Captain! Captain! Are you okay?" The voices of the team members came from above.
"I'm fine, boys!"
Witwich got up and picked up the ice-breaking axe he had dropped. He planned to remove the ice layer from the monster to see more clearly.
This monster is completely metal. Are the fangs used for food? He felt that he had found something extraordinary.
But as his ice axe fell, the monster's eyes suddenly emitted a strong red light, and the entire cave was illuminated red.
"what!"
Witwich fell to the ground. He felt that he could not see anything. The stimulus of the bright light made him blind for a short time.
However, his glasses fell on the ice and were carved with patterns invisible to humans.
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Time to return to the present, the United States, the suburbs of Tranquiliti, the urban expansion area.
This is not a slum, but it is not a residential area for the rich. The people living in this community are basically ordinary working-class people, who earn relatively little.
At this time, in a house on the side of the road, a young man, Sam, was checking his ‘ebuy’ account in front of his computer. He wanted to sell some things he found in the garage.
For example, a pair of silver candlesticks of unknown era; a jewelry box that might have been inlaid with gems but was just an ordinary wooden box at this time; a civil war machete that was dull enough to be less than a file.
And his great grandfather, Witwich's relic, a pair of glasses.
No way, he is not a child of a wealthy family, and it is impossible to make pocket money for his parents to mow the lawn.
He is sixteen this year, and he has a girl he likes, but he has no money in his hands and can't even afford drinks. How can he talk to girls?
So after getting his father's permission, he plans to sell some worthless ‘antiques’, which is different from opening a flea market on the grass in front of his house. Now it’s the Internet age.
Just take some photos, put them on the online trading platform, and enter the last tempting introduction...
boom! The business is done.
Of course, Sam thought so a few days ago.
It turns out that no one wants to buy a pair of funny vintage glasses even if the real antique is priced at $100.
There were people laughing at Sam in the comment area below.
"Dude, are you crazy about money? Go work."
"Who do you think Witwich is? It may be the first person in the United States to reach the Arctic Circle? Isn't history written like that? Are you a story of a parallel world?"
"I have the Shroud of God in my hand, or I think so. Those who need it, please enter: in the address bar at the top of the browser."
...
So in a few days, Sam sold nothing but an old set of comics for ten dollars.
Every day, he lowers the price of these things, and today, this pair of glasses has been reduced to $25.
"These are really the glasses of my great grandfather Witwich, and his Arctic diary is also put up for auction! You believe me!"
Sam roared in his heart, entered the new price forcefully, and hit enter.
The price changed a bit, but it was still the same, no one bought it.
At this time his father had already called him downstairs: "Sam! Come down, don't you always want a car?"
Sam jumped up happily, turned off the computer quickly, and wore his clothes hurriedly. He temporarily forgot about the Internet. He wants to have a car!
Is it a two-seater sports car to pull the wind? Or a luxurious and comfortable car? So annoying, hehe...
But as his father drove a small pickup truck, he pulled him closer and closer to the slum, until he turned into a used car company's parking lot an hour later.
Sam's dream woke up.
"You said you would pay me half of the money to buy a car, but not scrap iron."
There was helplessness in his eyes. The cars here are all old-fashioned guys. Just looking at the windshields that have changed color, you know that they are at least thirty years old.
However, his father didn't take his set. No money means no money. He patted his son.
"When I was your age, it was good to have four tires and an engine, or would buying you a bicycle make you happier?"
Sam got out of the car dejectedly, and followed his father into the "junkyard".
A fat man in a tight-fitting suit quickly greeted him, like a meat ball rolling on the flat ground, while running, he wiped the sweat from his bald head with a small handkerchief.
"Gentlemen, welcome to Bobby Auto Supermarket. I’m your friend Bobby Bolivar. Come on, take a look, you’re welcome, freedom! The American spirit is under these engine covers!"
He quickly got close to Sam's father, spitting and talking non-stop, and shook hands with the two quickly, and then hooked Sam's shoulder in a familiar way.
"Come on, boy, remember Bobby's words, it's not people choosing cars, but cars choosing people."
Such enthusiastic sales methods made both father and son stuck, and Sam's father was more knowledgeable, so he still said something.
"I want to pick the first car for my son."
The fat man seemed to have realized it suddenly, smiled and raised his arms to make a posture like a plant sprouting, and began to rotate in place.
"Then you are in the right place! Take a look around, 100 cars, I have a full 100 cars! Right here, right beside you! Each one is very suitable for young people's first car! Cheap! Safety! Excellent quality! Every one is a timeless classic!"
Sam twitched his lips. Yes, timeless classics. The cars of the same era should have been rebuilt into steel, right?
If only their old style is left in the world, it will really be a classic.
But in fact, they are currently only one grade higher than scrap-scrap with rubber tires.
But the businessman's face doesn't care about a high school student making a grimace. Bobby still smiles: "So young man, what kind of car do you want?"
"Uh, it's the kind that can drive to school and take classmates for a drive..."
Sam blushed. He actually wanted to take the female classmate for a ride, but his father was staring at him and he was embarrassed to say.
But Bobby had sold more cars than Sam had eaten, and the fat businessman instantly understood.
Although he is now obese, hair loss, constipation, hemorrhoids and heart disease, who has not been 16 or 7 years old?
"Come here, come here, young friends, take a look at this Ford Tempo. It's pure white, and the paint, hardware, and interior are all original. The car is in good condition and you can drive to school immediately." As Sam kept walking to the side of the venue, he turned his head and glanced at Sam's father, lowered his voice and whispered to Sam: "The biggest advantage is that the shock absorber is particularly effective."
After finishing speaking, he winked at Sam with a look like "you know".
If it's someone else, you might really understand it, but Sam is a simple boy, and his biggest hobby is playing cartoon figures.
Ford Tianba, Sam has heard about it. It is said that it was discontinued in 1994, because its seat belt is electric. If it fails, the seat belt will not stop on the chest, but will be tied to the neck. After a crash, it will let the driver drive. The officer and the co-pilot dropped their heads...
And this car is too ugly, the appearance is not as good as Santana, it looks like a shoe box with four wheels.
So Sam shook his head.
The fat man also saw something from his look. It is estimated that young people do not like the appearance of the car, which is easy to say.
"It's okay, young man, as I said, the car is choosing people. Come and see this car."
"Jaguar Daimler, produced in 1992, but I guarantee it is exactly the same as the new car. Let's take a look at this beautiful headlight, this exquisite silver metal grille, and look at the engine, it's perfect!"
As the fat man said, he kept stroking the little leopard statue on the hood while putting his other hand on Sam's shoulder giving a thumbs up.
Girls like cats.
But Sam shook his head again. The black car and the very old-fashioned metal grille? Girls won't like it.
The fat man understood again. This young man has a sullen heart. What he needs is a sports car.
"Come, look at this car, Dodge Challenger, the king of sports cars 40 years ago, you deserve it! Don't worry, young man, I still have 97 cars that I haven't introduced yet. Today I will definitely let you drive home."
The streamlined body and the sharp and unassuming shape immediately made Sam very excited. It is the protagonist of many old Hollywood movies.
"How much is this car?"
"Ten thousand dollars, but it's worth it. This is a Dodge challenger!" The fat man immediately began to incite.
However, Sam's father said at the first time that ~EbookFREE.me~ did not have that much money, so Sam thought about it at a price of about three thousand dollars.
Sam and Fatty fell into despair for different reasons, but at this moment, someone not far away greeted Bobby.
It was a man in a high-end suit but only had one eye. Just a casual glance made Sam's heart beat. He didn't know why. It was like a mouse meeting a cat. This is life threatening. feel.
And the man quickly looked away and greeted the fat man to do business.
"How do you sell your yellow and black Chevrolet?"
"Five thousand dollars, look at the car painting, it is definitely not the paint I sprayed later. This car used to be a racing car and has been fully modified..."
"Shut your mouth, and take my money!"
The man in a black suit threw out a wad of banknotes.