The man called Brother Wan neither admitted nor denied it. Instead, he looked at the oil stains on He Tao and Yang Zun's faces and hands with interest.
"What's with all that grease all over your faces? Are you trying to pretend to be African or a door god?"
"Hey, we bought a wrecked three-wheeled motorcycle at a scrap yard. We're planning to use the back bucket to make a cart. We're currently disassembling it, so it's normal to get a little greasy on it."
"Great, now you dare to buy a car, it seems you have made a lot of money."
"Isn't this all thanks to you, Brother Wan? My uncle is the head of the scrap group at the scrap collection station. We bought it at scrap price, which didn't cost us much. If we want to make a new cart, including buying wheels and a carport, we need at least 20 yuan, don't even think about it."
"You're the lucky ones who came up with the idea of using a tricycle bucket to turn it into a cart. Why don't you fix it up... Hey! What kind of tricycle is it? Take me to see it."
I must take a look at this, in case it is of any use.
Wan Feng took out ten yuan from his pocket and stuffed it into Jia Chunyan's hand: "Sister Jia, I'm going to check on the tricycle. You'll have to go change the wheels yourself."
When stuffing the money into her hand, she secretly touched Jia Chunyan's hand.
Wow! So smooth!
In Wan Feng's eyes, women in their thirties were the most attractive, and Jia Chunyan was undoubtedly in this range. Especially since this woman looked quite coquettish, so touching her hand was not considered as a hooligan, especially since he had given her money.
Jia Chunyan seemed to feel Wan Feng's actions and gave him a fierce look.
But Wan Feng had already run away, so the cold stare could only fall on Wan Feng's back and was useless.
He Tao's house is not far from this alley, in an old-style small courtyard house.
Damn, in thirty years this small yard will be able to sell for at least one million.
Wan Feng has been considering for the past two years whether or not to buy some real estate in a major area of the county.
However, when I thought about the long investment period, I gave up the plan. However, I could consider buying a house for myself to live in.
There was a sky blue three-wheeled motorcycle parked in He Tao's yard, but it was covered in rust, and the carport on the back had been removed and thrown in the corner.
From the front, it is obvious that the car has been in a traffic accident. All that is left of the front wheel is a deformed rim. The two front forks are almost touching each other and there are serious dents on them. The cab is also seriously deformed. Judging from the impact marks, it seems that it was caused by hitting a building.
This is a Dongfeng 250 moto three-wheeled motorcycle produced by the Beijing Motorcycle Factory. It was originally called the Great Wall brand and was later changed to the Dongfeng brand.
The engine of this motorcycle is a copy of a 250 engine from Czechoslovakia, and it has the same taste as the Shanghai Happiness 250 engine, and it has constant minor problems.
This type of motorcycle was still in production until the late 1980s.
What Wan Feng cares about is whether the engine and transmission system of the car are intact. He really doesn't care about anything else.
The two doors of the cab could no longer be opened, so Wan Feng took a crowbar and forcibly pried the doors open.
What was surprising was that the engine was still covered with a blanket, but it was already in tatters and was pulled off by Wan Feng in one go.
This means that it was winter when the car had the accident, otherwise why would the quilt be used to cover the engine?
When Wan Feng's eyes fell on the engine, his heart couldn't help but beat with excitement.
After careful observation, at least from the outside, there is no crack in the engine. As long as there is no problem with the cylinder block, there is hope for this machine.
Why is a car with a perfectly good engine being discarded? It should be repairable, so why is it being discarded? Is it simply too old?
Wan Feng circled the car twice and finally found the black aluminum nameplate with white edges.
Freight three-wheeled motorcycle, model: bm021a, vehicle mass 400kg, power and engine number are unclear, but the production date can be identified: June 5, 1974.
The car is more than six years old and still in good condition. Why is it being sold as scrap?
At that time, there was no concept of scrapped cars in China. A car would only be dealt with if it fell apart or was tilted.
This car is obviously not falling apart. Is it possessed by a ghost?
If the car is possessed by evil spirits, there is nothing you can do about it.
When Wan Feng was in Longjiang, there was a Jiefang truck in their branch that went astray. The truck was mostly used to uproot big trees, and it would come into close contact with the trees every few days.
The branch tried many ways, such as changing the big frame, changing the engine, changing the tires, and changing the license plate, but nothing worked, the car just kept hitting the big tree.
In the end, the car was just left there and no one drove it anymore.
If this kind of thing were told to others, most people would not believe it at all, but Wan Feng believed it.
"Does the scrap yard still have this thing?"
He Tao shook his head: "No more, just this one, it's been here for over a month."
"How much did you pay for this car?"
"Fourteen yuan, two cents a pound, over seven hundred pounds."
"I'll give you twenty. I want the car. I'll take it away tomorrow."
Wan Feng began to regret why he didn’t bring the trailer today, as he would have to make another trip tomorrow.
"Brother Wan, if you want it, just keep it. You don't have to pay me."
"Yeah, why would brothers talk about money?"
He Tao and Yang Zun each spoke a sentence.
"Only brothers should settle accounts clearly. Take it and don't tear it apart. I'll clean it up and see if I can use it again."
This thing costs more than 8,000 yuan to buy new. Before the 1980s, no one could afford it. Now he bought it at the price of scrap. Even if he can't clean it up, he will feel good about keeping it and looking at it.
Wan Feng didn't expect that he would buy such a thing when he came to buy accessories for his sewing machine today. He felt very happy.
He drove the tractor back with a rumble, but this time Wan Feng had to pay attention to the road conditions and not hit anyone. It would be fun if he ran someone over.
If people in later generations knew that a traffic accident happened on a road where there were hardly any motor vehicles, they would be laughed out loud!
At around ten o'clock in the morning, Wan Feng drove his car and stopped in front of Luan Feng's house.
I bought the accessories and went directly into the finished product warehouse.
"Have you bought everything I listed?"
"I've bought everything." Wan Feng put the bag on the ground and poured out a mess of accessories from it.
Master Feng checked the time and said, "It will be almost repaired this afternoon. I can go back tomorrow."
He is missing his wife. How shameless of him to miss her after being away for just two days.
Wan Feng felt that his long-winded talk here might delay Master Feng's work, so he left and went to the sewing workshop to hand over the accounts with Luan Feng.
He almost handed over the business accounts of the clothing stall to Luan Feng, and handed it over no matter how much money he collected from outside.
Luan Feng then returned the profit that Wan Feng deserved to him after calculating various expenses and income.
A person who had barely passed the math exam originally, after six months of training, has shown the aura of a top student.
It must be said that money still has great magic.
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