Back in the 1980s, hiking in the mountains was also a way of life

Wang An wanted to explain to the other party, but when he thought that she was just a motorcycle seller, he decided not to discuss these things with her.

Seeing that she didn't intend to hand him the form and that her attitude remained very polite, Wang An couldn't very well refuse to answer directly, so he said:

"Just look at the instruction manual, it's very detailed. Then compare it with the instruction manuals of other motorcycles, and you'll see which one is better and which one is worse."

In those days, whether it was a motorcycle, a television, a radio, or any other electrical appliance, it all came with a thick instruction manual, as if to prevent people who bought these things from not understanding how to use them.

To be honest, they really put their heart into this!

Upon hearing this, the salesperson naturally didn't look for the instruction manual to compare, but instead looked at Wang An with hopeful eyes and asked:

"Comrade, are you sure buying this Jialing 70 is better than buying that Xingfu 250?"

Looking at the pretty but somewhat mischievous saleswoman, Wang An really didn't know what to say.

What Wang An really wanted to say at that moment was: How could you, a motorcycle seller, ask a customer which motorcycle is good? That's so unprofessional!

However, Wang An suddenly realized that in those days, motorcycles were just one of countless commodities compared to those in state-run stores.

Whether they sell motorcycles or other goods, they are just ordinary salespeople; they don't need to learn or understand any professional knowledge related to motorcycles.

At this point, it's entirely a seller's market, so the people who need to learn and understand this knowledge are the buyers, not the sellers.

As for the only role these sales clerks play, it's probably just to take orders and collect money, and maybe clean up a bit. They know absolutely nothing about high-end things like motorcycles.

To put it bluntly, they are practically illiterate when it comes to motorcycles; they might not even be able to understand the instruction manual.

Although he thought this way, Wang An still didn't want to explain too much, because everyone was busy, and Wang An was busy going home, so he said perfunctorily:

"The Jialing 70 isn't necessarily better than the Xingfu 250 in every way. It depends on your personal preference and how you plan to use it. Basically, just buy what you want, there's no need to overthink it, right? Hehehe."

After saying that, before the salesperson could ask any further questions, Wang An reached out and smiled:

"Hey comrade, can you give me that receipt? I need to pay. You can't just give me the car for free if I don't pay, right?"

To everyone's surprise, the saleswoman's eyes darted around as she heard this, and she subconsciously pulled her hand holding the order slip back, as if she was afraid that Wang An would snatch it from her. She looked both cunning and mischievous.

Then the sales clerk smiled and said:

"The finance department probably hasn't finished cleaning up yet, so they definitely don't have time to collect payments right now."

After a pause, the salesperson spoke again in a consultative tone:

"Comrade, just tell me, is that Jialing 70 really that good?"

Wang An blinked, withdrew his outstretched hand, glanced at the sales clerks still cleaning, and felt that what the saleswoman said made sense. After thinking for a moment, he said:
"The Jialing 70 motorcycle uses parts imported from the Japanese and is assembled here. It has a 4-stroke engine, which is the latest technology."

If you're commuting by bike in the city, it only uses about 1 liter of fuel per 100 kilometers, and even on dirt roads, it won't exceed 1.5 liters. Theoretically, this bike shouldn't need an oil change for at least three years.

Then, Wang An went on and on, giving the saleswoman a comprehensive analysis of various aspects, including engine quality, displacement, fuel consumption, vehicle weight, shock absorption, riding comfort, noise reduction, wear resistance of parts, ease of gearbox operation, clutch clearance, and so on.

She had essentially explained all the advantages of the Jialing 70 motorcycle. The saleswoman listened with great interest, as attentive as a primary school student, her big eyes becoming increasingly bright, and she was even making notes on a piece of paper from time to time.

After Wang An finished speaking, the saleswoman raised a question:
"So, according to what you've said, this car has no flaws?"

Wang An shook his head and said:
"No, it's not that. This motorcycle is designed with too soft a suspension to make it comfortable to ride, which is not suitable for the needs of us Chinese. If you want to use it to haul heavy goods, it will be difficult. It will damage the suspension too much. The key is that the displacement of this motorcycle is also a bit small for hauling heavy goods. If you want to run on mountain roads, it may not be able to pull it."

Before the sales clerk could speak, Mu Xueli, who was standing next to her, asked anxiously:

"Brother-in-law, how many kilograms can this truck carry?"

After Mu Xueli finished asking, Wang Li also looked over anxiously, clearly very worried about the motorcycle's load capacity.

In this day and age, when buying any product, people prioritize practicality and durability, and few people pursue fancy or gimmicky items.

Even when buying clothes, shoes, or other tools, people's first concern is whether the item is durable!

Wang An thought for a moment and said:

"The standard load capacity of this vehicle is 300 jin (150 catties), but I estimate that it can easily carry more than 300 jin (150 kg) or even 400 jin (200 catties) without much of a problem."

Mu Xueli was taken aback at first, then breathed a sigh of relief and said:
"Over 300 jin? That's enough. It can carry three people."

Wang An rolled his eyes at Mu Xueli and said:

"No matter what, it's still a motorcycle. At the very least, it should be similar to a 28-inch bicycle. Can't you be a little more steady all the time?"

Mu Xueli scratched her head without saying anything, only letting out a few awkward laughs.

Only then did the saleswoman hand the order slip to Wang An, smiling as she said:
"Thank you, comrade."

Wang An smiled as he took the order, waved his hand, and led his four younger brothers to the finance department to pay the money.

After paying the money, verifying the vouchers, and receiving a delivery order from the finance department, the whole process took more than half an hour. After everyone had paid the money and received the industrial vouchers, Wang An was left with only two industrial vouchers.

Holding the delivery slip, the five of them headed to the area where the motorcycles were displayed to pick them up, but Wang An was thinking about the children's bicycles.

These days, it's really hard to buy some new gadgets without industrial coupons!

When Wang An arrived at the car pickup area, he noticed that the saleswoman who was in charge of writing the receipt was leading a young man and a middle-aged couple in their forties to look at cars.

And from their conversation, it's easy to tell that the saleswoman is the young man's sister, and the middle-aged couple are their parents.

The saleswoman's goal was to get her younger brother to buy the Jialing 70 motorcycle, and she even repeated everything Wang An had told her before.

But the young man kept saying that the Happiness 250 was good, and that his friends all rode the Happiness 250, clearly showing his skepticism towards the Jialing 70, a motorcycle that had just been launched.

Upon seeing Wang An and his group of five approaching, the saleswoman's eyes lit up as if she had seen a savior. She grabbed the young man and ran towards Wang An. (End of Chapter)