"It depends on whether you want a sedan, a Jeep, or a minivan. You should buy one that's sturdy, durable, and inexpensive to repair."
"But I feel that the gold rush sedan is not practical; the space is too small, not as good as a jeep or a minivan."
"What's your budget?"
After Huang Fei rambled on for a while, he realized that the most important thing was Chen Feng's budget.
"Thirty or forty thousand, maybe forty or fifty thousand, and I've got my eye on a car, the Wuling Sunshine, what do you think?" Chen Feng said.
"Wuling is really great. It has enough space, and it's cheap to repair. It's also sturdy and durable."
"The only advantage is that if you buy another car to visit friends or go for a drive, you can at least save face, since it's a car."
"Wuling... other people can tell it's for work, not for personal use, so it's a bit cheap and doesn't have the prestige of other cars in the same price range," Huang Fei said with a hint of regret.
"It's okay, I don't care about appearances, as long as it's practical." Chen Feng didn't care about those things; what he valued most now was cost-effectiveness.
As for face...
When I make money later, I can just buy a nice car. It's not a big deal.
"Okay, when are you planning to go?" Huang Fei asked.
"I'll leave in a bit, I don't have anything else to do anyway," Chen Feng said, flicking his cigarette ash.
"No problem, but let me make this clear beforehand. I can help you take a look, but I can only offer advice and give you a general idea. After all, we're not as professional as car dealers."
"If I'm wrong about the car and you have problems after you buy it, don't blame me."
Huang Fei gave Chen Feng a heads-up beforehand. Although he didn't think Chen Feng would do such a thing, he still had to say so in advance.
"Don't worry, I wouldn't blame you for helping me for nothing. I wouldn't do something like that," Chen Feng reassured him.
Hearing this, Huang Fei grinned and prepared to start the car, as he was bored staying at home anyway.
He had just stood up when he sat back down, a hint of amusement in his eyes, and said, "By the way, Fengzi, did you know that a fight broke out in our village last night?"
"I heard it, but I didn't quite catch it. I was too sleepy to watch the excitement."
"Who's fighting?" Chen Feng asked curiously.
"Old Zheng and Er Maozi, haha." Huang Fei couldn't help but laugh when he heard the news that morning.
"Huh? Which Old Zheng?"
To be honest, Chen Feng didn't dare to believe it at first; the "Old Zheng" he was talking about was Zheng Ping.
"Who else in our village is an old Zheng? Zheng Ping!"
"You have no idea, but last night Zheng Ping supposedly chased Er Maozi with a kitchen knife, and even knocked Er Maozi's shoes off."
"At first, Er Maozi was arrogant and cursed Zheng Ping, but in the end he was so scared that he hid at home and wouldn't open the door. Zheng Ping banged on the door and woke up all the neighbors. You can imagine how loud that was."
Recalling that scene, Huang Fei regretted not getting up last night.
If he had known it was Zheng Ping earlier, he would have gotten up much earlier.
"Wow, when did my brother Zheng become so tough? What did Er Maozi do to offend him?" Chen Feng said in surprise.
The reason they were able to talk about it so enthusiastically was not because they were just watching for fun.
It's because Zheng Ping was the one wielding the cleaver, not the one being slashed, so there's nothing to worry about.
"Who knows? We'll go ask around and find out when the time comes." Huang Fei said with a smile on his face as he went out and started the car.
Chen Feng greeted him and went home, carrying his backpack.
The backpack didn't actually contain much; it was mainly for carrying gold, and anything too small would be easily spotted.
With their bags on their backs, the two of them strolled out of the village and headed towards the county town.
They soon arrived in the county town, and Chen Feng found a roadside spot and asked Huang Fei to stop the car.
"Dafei, wait here for a moment. I'm going out to buy a shovel. I'll be right back."
Chen Feng made Dafei wait by the roadside mainly so he could go sell the gold alone; buying a shovel was secondary.
I thought Huang Fei would stay obediently in the car, but to my surprise, he got out of the car immediately after hearing this.
"Hey, what are you waiting for? Let's go together. I'll see if there's anything I need to buy."
Chen Feng: "..."
He wanted to persuade Huang Fei in the car again, but since Huang Fei had already said that, it would seem strange to try to persuade him again.
Left with no other choice, Chen Feng walked two blocks with Huang Fei until they arrived at the place that sold tools.
"If you had just said you wanted to buy a shovel, I could have just parked the car in front of his house. Why did you have to park it so far away?" Huang Fei couldn't help but complain on the road.
Chen Feng could only smile slightly and remain silent.
Don't you have any idea why I made you park so far away...?
This is a large outdoor equipment store; it sells not only shovels, but basically everything you could want.
"Boss, give me a shovel, the big kind," Chen Feng said as he entered the room, looking around.
"Fifteen yuan a shovel." The shopkeeper found him the most common kind of shovel.
Picking up the shovel, Chen Feng put it aside. Since he was already there, he might as well buy everything the man wanted.
"Boss, do you have those small pickaxes? Preferably the kind where you can dig with the other end?"
These are the tools Chen Feng is preparing for his next gold panning trip. If he had a pickaxe, he wouldn't need to slowly dig through those tree trunks with a shovel; he could easily take them down with a few strokes of the pickaxe.
I wonder how much time I'll save.
"Little Hao?" The boss looked at them with some surprise.
"What do you need a pickaxe for? Are you two gold prospectors?"
These words surprised Chen Feng and Huang Fei.
"Yeah, how did you know?" Huang Fei asked, his eyes wide.
"Only gold prospectors need small pickaxes. Nobody else needs them. They can't be used for anything other than gold panning. If you used one to work in the fields, you'd be exhausted." The boss laughed.
After saying that, he rummaged under the counter and took out a small pickaxe that was half a meter long.
He can only sell two or three of these every six months, so he put them at the very bottom.
"Hey buddy, take a look at this thing, see if it's any good? Everyone's buying these kinds." The shopkeeper handed the pickaxe to Chen Feng.
Chen Feng picked up the small pickaxe, his eyes lighting up; this was exactly what he wanted.
The pickaxe is lightweight and perfect for squatting. One end is pointed, ideal for digging, while the other end is flat, allowing for wider digging.
If you lay it flat, you can use it like plowing to lift up the soil.
If you encounter something deep, it's many times faster than slowly prying it out with a small shovel.
"This is it, how much is one?" Chen Feng was absolutely delighted with it.
"Twenty-one. If you buy ten at once, I can give you eighteen," the shopkeeper said.
"Ten is a bit too many, let's start with one." Chen Feng shook his head upon hearing this. If it were two or three, Chen Feng could still buy them, but he would keep them as backups.
But if you say ten, Chen Feng probably wouldn't be able to use them all in ten or twenty years.
"Okay, what else do you need? I have all the equipment for gold prospectors." The shop owner, seeing that there was a big job coming up, offered his services.
“We have all the equipment that gold prospectors use, so there’s nothing to buy, right?” Huang Fei thought for a moment and couldn’t help but look at Chen Feng.
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