Chapter 55 Car Graveyard Both parties did not dwell too much on this matter. After all, the parties involved did not mind, and Zhang Ailun did not need to worry too much. This was also a private matter between Olivia and her boyfriend. Olivia was curious about what Zhang Allen was doing out of town. Zhang Ailun also answered her: I am going to a car cemetery in the suburbs to look at an old RV from the 1970s. If possible, I want to buy that car, drive it back and maintain it, so that I don’t have to live in a tent anymore. If he could get more information like this in the future, he would even like to develop a side business and participate in reselling used cars after he has sufficient funds. Although it requires initial capital investment, and even renting a venue and recruiting staff, the mid- and late-stage income and market response will definitely make money faster than picking up cans. Olivia: An RV? Interesting idea. But hasn't Katherine contacted you recently? Zhang Ailun: No. We are from two different worlds and we didn’t leave any contact information. You should know what she did in the recent nights, right? Olivia: Well, that's a shame. She does have a pretty lively nightlife. There's nothing to regret about this. You're addicted to threesomes, right? After chatting for a while, Olivia said she was a little sleepy after staying up all night and wanted to take a shower and go to bed, so they stopped talking.
Not long after, the other party opened another message. Zhang Ailun clicked it and saw, wow, it was another welfare picture! Wet brown-red hair, a steamy bathroom, seductive eyes, palms against the mirror, only wiping the space that accommodates a face, the rest is misty and blurry. You know how to take pictures! Zhang Ailun: It’s nice, I love watching it. Olivia::) The taxi stopped at a gas station and the guy with tattoos and a beard got out with a schoolbag on his back. The driver reminded him to pay the fare, and he settled the fare online and left. With only a few minutes left to travel the rest of the way, the vehicle started and continued on its way, stopping at an intersection a few minutes later. "The guest has arrived." Zhang Ailun saw through the car window a somewhat desolate suburb with jagged rocks and bushes everywhere on the hillside, and a very large car cemetery next to it. Everywhere you look are piles of black tires and rusty empty car frames. The good stuff and engines have basically been taken away, and the rest are worthless items. The car cemetery is worthy of its name. Zhang Ailun paid $24 in cash. The starting price was $, and one kilometer was about $1 or even less. Tips were optional. Zhang Ailun gave the driver $2, which was a fair price. I walked and stopped according to the map, and walked along a man-made road for a few minutes. I saw a building surrounded by a layer of barbed wire and hung with an iron sign. The English on it was incomplete, rusty, and weathered. But it can be seen that it is a shop engaged in modification and recycling. "Hey! Is anyone here?" Zhang Ailun walked into the shop and shouted. He also found that the yard was full of screws, wrenches, greasy and dirty gloves, wheels and tires, and a lift. The door inside was opened, and a tall, unkempt, bearded man walked out, naked from the waist up, wearing slippers. The man had a lazy temperament and always gave people a very depressed feeling. He held a Leaf brand cigarette in his mouth, looked at Zhang Ailun in a daze, and yawned, "Welcome to Mike's Modification Shop, I am Mark, a staff member here, what can I do for you?" Zhang Ailun directly stated his purpose, "Hello, I heard that you have a 1976 GMC Excursion RV? For sale at a low price of $200? I'm very interested, so I plan to come and take a look." "Here to buy a car? Where are you from?" Mark was a little surprised. "In the city." Zhang Ailun replied.
Mark nodded. "You are really well-informed. I just listed the car for sale a few days ago." Without asking any more questions, he turned around, took out a few vehicle photos from the house, handed them to Zhang Ailun, and began to introduce the condition of the car to him. He said, "I'll tell you in advance that the car has been parked in the suburbs for more than 20 years. It's an antique grandpa's car, and it's also a zombie car. Although it can be started and the wiring is not too old, it can still start, but after all, it has been parked for too long and the parts have long been discontinued. I'm not sure I can fix it. It's not that my skills are not good, but because my focus is different." "Nowadays, all cars are powered by oil or new energy. The generator in the engine compartment is only the size of a palm, so it is not difficult to repair and modify. The RV uses a side-pull generator, which is as big as a tractor engine, with a power of 6000W and fuel provided by a 190-liter gasoline tank." "The RV also uses a three-axle design, a V8 engine with a displacement of about liters, 265 horsepower, a deadweight of tons, a length of 7 meters, cruise control, front-wheel drive chassis, a high-end audio system, and air suspension. The interior is equipped with 9 seats and 3 beds, and the other side is equipped with a 28-kilogram propane gas tank, which is enough for more than a week. The water heater in the car is also heated by propane." "The kitchen is equipped with a double stainless steel sink, a four-burner gas stove and a large refrigerator. At the rear is a large double bed measuring 2 x meters." Mark took a deep puff of his cigarette and flicked away the ash. Zhang Ailun nodded. Judging from the photo, it was a green GMC RV. The color photo and interior structure also had the feeling and charm of that era. The classic old car would never be outdated even now. Said: "Then take me to see it." Seeing that he had a positive attitude and was willing to buy, Mark also went into the house and fumbled for a short-sleeved shirt, put it on casually, and waved his hand, "Follow me." Zhang Ailun followed the other party out of the shop and walked for a few minutes before arriving at a backyard where a shed was set up. The big iron gate was also locked. Mark took out a bunch of keys and opened the lock. The chains collided and made a sound, and the sound of a dog barking suddenly came from inside. Mark yelled through the door, and the dog stopped barking. When he pushed the door open, he saw a bright silver Ford Mustang parked in the yard, and two lively bulldogs. The two dogs came up drooling and wagged their tails, circling around the two men and sniffing Zhang Ailun's trouser legs. "I like these two dogs." Zhang Ailun leaned over and touched the dog's head. He touched its developed muscles, skin, and hair, which looked smooth and shiny. "Not for sale." Mark replied lazily. His words and actions were very individual. Zhang Allen spread his hands and said, "Man, I didn't say I wanted to buy them. I just thought these two dogs were good and it would be a pity for them to guard the gate here." "You're not a dog, so how do you know they don't like to be here guarding the gate?" Mark responded in a sophistry way. "What you said makes sense..." Zhang Ailun was a little speechless. This guy spoke with such sarcasm that he really had no emotional intelligence. I don’t know if it’s because I’ve been staying in the suburbs for a long time and haven’t interacted with people. Are all people outside like this? Mark got in the car, started the Mustang, drove to the outside of the yard, got out and locked the yard again. Explained: "The place where the car is parked is a bit remote, in another car sales yard. We need to drive there. Don't worry, it will be there in ten minutes." "No problem." Zhang Allen and the two bulldogs also got in the car. The Ford Mustang started, the engine roared, and it rushed out with a hum. Zhang Ailun felt the push instantly when he sat in the back seat. Damn! The engine of this car must have been greatly modified! The push back feeling was even stronger than that of a sports car. While driving, we passed by a modification shop. Through the wire mesh, I saw a fat man with a beard and wearing overalls, smoking a cigarette, repairing a car inside. Mark rolled down the window and stepped on the foot brake. Zhang Ailun thought he was going to say hello to someone. Unexpectedly, Mark had a mouthful of phlegm in his mouth and looked at him through the window, "He~tui!!"
"F**k you!! Bobby!!" He raised his middle finger towards the fat man and greeted him in a friendly manner. "F**k you to!! Mark!!" The fat man asked and looked up at Mark in the car. He was so angry that he threw a wrench at the Mustang without saying a word. It hit the roof of the car with a bang, and the glass of the Mustang's rear window shattered on the spot. Zhang Ailun was stunned. What the hell? Is this how people in the suburbs greet each other? (End of this chapter)
