Chapter 56 Hiking RV The two men cursed at each other through the window, repeating a few insulting words over and over again, but Mark seemed to have systematically learned how to curse, and his spoken language and words were very dirty. The fat man couldn't stand this insult, and couldn't scold Mark, so he turned around and went into the house angrily. When he came out, there was a black thing in his hand. Mark saw the other party take out a Remington M870 shotgun from the house. His scalp suddenly went numb and he stepped on the accelerator and drove away with a buzz. Bang! The fat man fired a gun into the air. He trotted back to the road, swearing at the taillights of the Mustang as it drove away, and fired two shots, both of which missed. "Come again! Coward! Don't run if you can! F**k you!!" The Mustang was running at high speed on the bumpy road, with ups and downs. The two fighting bulls in its arms were very obedient and didn't dare to fart. No wonder they were only fit to guard the gate! Zhang Ailun was a little stunned. Is this the advanced jungle area? Is my current level not high enough to come here? This is too exciting. The two calmed down. Mark was still frightened and lit a cigarette. "Fuck! That fat guy actually dared to shoot me! I will bring a gun next time!" "Mark, you're not the only modification shop around here? What's the relationship between Mike's Modification Shop and Mike's Scrap Recycling Station in the city? Do they have the same owner? And who is that fat guy?"
Zhang Ailun pretended that he knew nothing. Mark didn't care about that and answered casually, "Hey, man, you can see how many shops there are here by searching the map! After all, this is the most famous car cemetery near Los Angeles. Vehicles that are scrapped for various reasons will be pulled here for processing. Everyone in this business wants to get a piece of the pie, so the competition is very fierce! The shop where the fat guy works is owned by a mortal enemy of our boss. People in the same industry are enemies, and sooner or later I will burn down his shop!" Zhang Ailun sighed, this is too barbaric. If you get into a conflict with someone in the suburbs and die, no one will know about it. You can just dig a hole and bury the person. In contrast, Los Angeles's Skid Row competitiveness methods are simply too mild. After driving smoothly for a few minutes, they arrived outside a shop where various vehicles were parked. An old white man walked out of the yard. He had heard the roar of wild horses a long time ago and knew that there must be customers coming, so he simply came out to wait. "It's here." Mark stopped the car, put away the car keys, turned around, pushed the door and got out. Zhang Ailun opened the car door, and the two bulldogs could no longer sit still and jumped out of the car, leaving him behind. "silly dog." Zhang Ailun looked at the dog paw prints on his legs and couldn't help cursing. He patted the footprints on his trouser legs and got out of the car. "Is that the GMC RV you want to see?" The old man learned about the purchase intention from Mark and looked at Zhang Ailun in surprise. "Although it's a low-price sale, you can drive it away for $200, but that car is not something that ordinary people can afford. The subsequent repair and maintenance costs alone are more expensive than buying a new car!" "Hey! Old man! Please don't delay my business with my customers!" Mark was unhappy when he heard this. He wished he could sew the old man's stinky mouth shut and pushed him away. He waved to Zhang Ailun and said, "Come in and take a look. If there are other vehicles here that you like, the price can be negotiated." Zhang Ailun followed him into the car shop and found all kinds of cars in the yard. They were all assembled from parts and drastically modified. Putting aside the car logos, you couldn't tell what the original car looked like at a glance. There is no doubt about its performance. Some Chevrolet Camaros have a top speed of 300 kilometers per hour. This is not a Camaro, it's just a Bumblebee, isn't it? Is there a V12 under the hood? You might as well change your name to Decepticon. Why are you still calling yourself Bumblebee? Aren’t you afraid of getting torn apart? The labels on the car windows also state their performance and prices. Dodge Charger, Corvette, Jaguar, and Land Rover all have prices ranging from US$2000 to US$20000. The prices match their performance and quality. They are tough and durable and we don't play tricks on you. They can run as fast as they say they can.
Zhang Ailun looked at it with envy, but he touched his pocket and thought, forget it. He couldn't afford it. Next time. I will definitely do it next time. You don't even have a low-end Karin skeleton horse, so you can't get my approval at all. Zhang Allen left the modified high-speed sports car area and followed Mark to the yard where pickup trucks, buses, large trucks and lorries were parked. Zhang Ailun saw the green RV at a glance. The huge windows provided good ventilation. There seemed to be nothing wrong with the exterior and it had been cleaned recently. After all, if you want to sell it, it has to look like a new car. Mark took the car keys from the house, walked to the RV, opened the two side doors and the front hood, revealing the intricate wiring inside, the side-pull generator, and the azure propane tank. "Take a good look at this car, man. It can still start. The fuel system and tire brake system have also been checked. There is no major problem. Just step on the accelerator and you can drive away directly." Zhang Ailun knew nothing about the lines, let alone how to repair the vehicle. He followed Mark into the car and took a look at the facilities inside the car, including air conditioning, refrigerator, gas stove, toilet, bed, table, chairs and benches. Basically, the design style was in the 70s. The plastic film covering the seat did not rot much, at most it was a little damp and had good ventilation. The RV was made of solid materials and was durable, and the condition of the vehicle was much better than he had imagined. Mark inserted the car key and started the vehicle. The hum of the V8 engine was deafening, but there was not much shaking inside the vehicle. The air suspension provided good shock absorption. After all, the main feature of camping RVs is comfort. The RV’s built-in facilities also allow the awning to be opened outside. He turned on the player again and played a soothing song. The sound echoed through the speakers in the car, making people instantly dream back to the retro feeling of the 70s. I tested the gas stove, refrigerator, and lights, and none of them worked. However, if I want to use them normally, I still need to consider the aging of the vehicle's lines and safety issues, and find someone to refurbish and modify them. Zhang Ailun didn't plan to invest too much money in this car, but if he wanted to live in it, he would still need to spend money on maintenance, which was inevitable. After buying it, he planned to drive it to the Old Pick Repair Shop to have someone fix it. "How about it? Only $200 and you can drive this big guy away!" Mark saw Zhang Allen's intention and immediately promoted the idea: "You know, a motorhome like this one that is in good condition and was produced in the 70s is very rare nowadays. It can be worth at least $7000, or even tens of thousands of dollars if it is refurbished and sold!" "You don't have to lie to me. If it was really that easy to make money, you would have refurbished it and sold it long ago. How could you leave it to me? It must not be easy to find someone who can refurbish and repair it." Zhang Ailun directly exposed his clumsy marketing tactics. Mark was not good at sales to begin with. He was only good at repairing cars and swearing at people. Seeing that Zhang Ailun had seen through his rhetoric, he simply stopped pretending. He frankly admitted, "Well, this car is not that great. It has many flaws. At least I personally don't appreciate this antique and don't want to waste too much time on it. To tell you the truth, if even I can't fix a car around here, basically no one else can fix it! Otherwise, the $200 I sell it for won't even cover the site fee." "Man, you're so arrogant." Zhang Ailun had never seen such a crazy person. "Confidence requires capital, and I just happen to have it." Mark just calmly lit a cigarette, "Prepare the design drawings for me, I can even repair airplanes and rockets! This is a talent, understand? I didn't even finish high school, and never systematically learned to modify and repair cars, but I am the best modification engineer in this suburb! I know where to screw any screw I touch, I was born to do this!" "But those damn airlines only ask for that useless diploma!" "My dream is to modify fighter jets, nuclear submarines, and aircraft carriers, but now I can only repair used cars here. This is reality, my friend!" "I think it's a waste of time to learn how to fix this car. Time is money. I could have used that time to fix ten more expensive cars." "I believe you!" Zhang Ailun took out a two-hundred-dollar bill and handed it to the other party, admiringly saying, "I like people like you who are confident! You have the same rare quality as me! Keep it up! We can work together again if there is a chance in the future!" Mark only had the two hundred dollars in his eyes, so he didn't care about anything else. He immediately took it, handed the key to him, and said cheerfully, "Happy cooperation! If you need anything, just come to me. Welcome to visit next time." (End of this chapter)