Let You Collect The Waste! Waste! Do You Understand? !

When the owner of the car repair shop saw a customer coming to his door, he put down what he was doing and looked at Jiang Chen.

"What's wrong?"

"The chain is broken."

The boss straightened up, thumped his back, walked over and looked at the broken chain: "It's easy to repair, but it's better to replace it. How about replacing it with a new one? It's not much more expensive."

"Then get a new one."

Jiang Chen said nonchalantly, his eyes constantly scanning the car repair shop.

The 6 million just now.

It must be in this car repair shop.

[Item]: Wrench.

【Details】: Composite metal production...

[Value]: 5 yuan.

. . .

[Item]: Vacuum tires.

[Details]: Rubber production...

[Value]: 25 yuan.

. . .

[Item]: Plastic bottle.

【Details】: Plastic products......

[Value]: 0.1 yuan.

. . .

[Item]: Suzuki King gs125.

[Details]: The motorcycle produced by Jinan Qingqi Suzuki Motorcycle Company in 2003...

[Value]: 6 million.

That’s it!

Jiang Chen couldn't help but stare at this old motorcycle.

Many parts of this motorcycle have been removed, and it seems that the boss wants to dismantle it.

A car worth six million.

Why take it apart?

Jiang Chen said casually: "This is the Suzuki King GS125. It is more than 20 years old. My dad has ridden the same one before."

After all, he repairs cars.

As soon as he talked about his old profession, the boss started chatting: "Yes, this car was a classic back then. I also loved this motorcycle when I was young. It was very useful for picking up little girls. But now the living conditions have improved. , there are fewer people riding motorcycles, they all drive cars, and not many people ride motorcycles anymore, let alone such an old motorcycle.”

Jiang Chen asked again: "You want to dismantle this car?"

"Yes, this car was sold to me by two spirited young men with tattoos on their foreheads. I didn't want it at first. After all, it was too old and needed a lot of repairs, so it was difficult to sell. But those two spirited young men only wanted 300. It was quite cheap. I calculated it and bought it for 300 yuan. I could still make some money by selling it, so I accepted it. Unexpectedly, I couldn’t sell this car if I left it here. People prefer electric motorcycles, and electricity is cheap. , we can’t afford to drive a motorcycle that burns oil. No, I’m going to dismantle it and sell the parts to get some blood back.”

"Aren't you afraid that they stole this motorcycle?"

"I have also thought about this possibility, but the car has been left at my place for two or three days, and no one has come to find it."

We chatted briefly.

Jiang Chen has a lot of information.

This boss doesn’t know the value of the motorcycle, otherwise how could he plan to dismantle it and sell the parts?

Think of this.

Jiang Chen came to the motorcycle and studied it.

Didn't see anything special.

The boss who was working saw that Jiang Chen was very interested in motorcycles and asked with a smile: "Little brother, do you like it?"

"Let me see how much it weighs and how much it can be sold as scrap." Jiang Chen said calmly.

"Sure enough, I work and love what I do. I want to treat everything as scrap and weigh the price." The boss was amused. "I have inspected this motorcycle. It is too old and in poor condition. If I really repair it before selling it, then I will." I can’t make any money anymore. If you want it, I can sell it to you for three hundred yuan, and you can tear it apart and sell it as scrap.”

Tsk!

Just what Jiang Chen wants!

Jiang Chen said half-jokingly: "I'll buy it if you dare to sell it, just because I'm afraid you won't be able to part with it."

"Why don't you give it up? It's only three hundred yuan, and I won't lose money." The boss wiped the sweat from his forehead. He bent over and was busy changing the tricycle chain: "Let's talk later. I'll do it first." live."

"Okay, you're busy, I can just take a look."

Jiang Chen found a stool and sat down, took out his mobile phone, and searched for information about this motorcycle on the Internet. He wanted to know if there would be out-of-print models of this kind of motorcycle worth collecting, but after looking for a while, he found nothing.

The price of this motorcycle is the same.

Nothing special at all.

After a while, the owner of the car repair shop got up from the ground, clapped his hands and said, "Okay, the car chain has been replaced, fifty yuan."

Jiang Chen took out 50 from his wallet and handed it to the boss.

After taking the money, the boss noticed that Jiang Chen's eyes were still staring at the motorcycle, "Brother, do you want this motorcycle?"

Jiang Chen took action decisively and asked: "Three hundred?"

"Just three hundred, as long as I can sell it. Anyway, I'm too lazy to sell this motorcycle. It's troublesome. I can't sell it even after it's finished. There's no need." The boss took out a cigarette and handed it to Jiang Chen: "Want one?"

"Thanks, I don't smoke."

After Jiang Chen refused, he took out his mobile phone and walked to the payment code on the wall. He scanned the camera and rotated three hundred times.

"Prestige collection! Three hundred! Yuan!"

The boss's cell phone made a sound.

With a cigarette in his mouth, the boss stepped forward and said, "Okay, this car is yours. I'll help you move it to your tricycle. I think your little three-wheeled motorcycle is quite tough."

With the help of the boss, the motorcycle was sent to the tricycle.

Transaction complete.

Jiang Chen said hello and rode away.

After watching the three wheels go away, the owner of the car repair shop breathed a sigh of relief: "We have finally disposed of this old antique. It was all in vain."

After saying that, he took out his lighter and lit a cigarette.

Half an hour later.

A white domineering SUV parked in front of the car repair shop, the rear door was opened, and two energetic young men with sky eyes tattooed on their foreheads rushed down and shouted: "Boss! Where is the motorcycle we sold you two days ago? Why is it missing?" "