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Unlike the saleswoman's joy, Wang An couldn't help but twitch his lips when he saw her dragging her younger brother over.

It was obvious that the saleswoman wanted Wang An to help persuade her brother to give up the Happiness 250 motorcycle and buy the Jialing 70 instead.

Wang An originally intended to turn around and leave, since after picking up the car, the group would still need to load the motorcycle into the double-cab cargo bed of the Jinbei van and secure it, which would take quite a bit of effort to complete.

However, in this situation, it would be somewhat inappropriate not to even say hello, so Wang An waved his hand with a smile and said:
"You guys are also thinking about buying a car? Hehehe. That's great. You guys keep looking, we need to go pick up our cars first."

After saying that, Wang An walked away in the direction of the warehouse manager without looking back.

We don't know each other, who has the time to care about your family's mess?
Wang An's act of saying hello and leaving immediately clearly indicated that he didn't want to have much conversation with the sales clerk and her brother.

But the saleswoman grabbed her brother's arm and followed him around like a little puppy.

Her brother also complained unhappily:

"Second sister, what are you doing? They're going to pick up their car, what are we doing following them?"

The sales clerk spoke to her brother in a scolding tone:

"We're so supportive of your decision to buy a motorcycle. We've used up all the money our family has saved over the years. We have to make sure it's sturdy and durable, right?"

“You know your brother-in-law’s motorcycle is a Happiness 250. It breaks down every few days. He just leaves it on the road. There’s not enough money to repair it every day. Why did you have to buy such a thing?”

Her brother, however, retorted:

"His car is so old, how can it compare to a new car? Besides, when you put this Jialing next to the Xingfu, the whole car looks small and stingy, not imposing at all. And look at the fuel tank, it's so small, not even half the size of the Xingfu 250's fuel tank. Anyway, I don't like buying this car."

It has to be said that her brother was absolutely right, because the products made by the Japanese did look rather stingy and lacked any sense of grandeur.

Not only does the Jialing 70 look a bit cheap, but even the Honda 125, a motorcycle that costs more than 7 yuan, gives people the same feeling.

However, it must be admitted that the Japanese technology is truly impressive. Considering the fuel consumption of the Jialing 70, it would be completely unnecessary to install a large fuel tank on this vehicle.

At this time, the Jialing 70's fuel tank only had a capacity of 6 liters, but it could still travel nearly 600 kilometers.

Although the Happiness 250's fuel tank has a capacity of 14 liters, it can only travel a little over 400 kilometers on a single tank.

Such a gap is really too big.

Fortunately, thanks to Wang An's previous explanation, the saleswoman was now quite confident and immediately retorted:

"What's the use of a big fuel tank? The Happiness 250 takes more than five kilograms of fuel to run 100 kilometers, while the Jialing only takes one and a half kilograms. How much money is that? How can you be so ignorant?"

Hearing the saleswoman's words, their parents were also unsettled, mainly because the saying "able to afford a car but unable to afford gas" is applicable in any era.

Although oil was cheap at that time, only about 4 cents a pound, you should know that wages were also low! How many 4 cents a day could you earn?

Their father, the middle-aged man in a Zhongshan suit, stepped forward and asked the saleswoman with an incredulous look:

"Second daughter, you said this Jialing motorcycle only consumes less than 2 jin of fuel per 100 kilometers? Are you telling the truth?"

The saleswoman was taken aback, mainly because she had no idea how much fuel the car could actually burn. She had only heard it from Wang An.

The key point is that since its launch, this car hasn't been sold yet! There's not a single one of these cars on the streets of the entire Harbin.

No, that's not quite right either, because just now, five of these cars were sold.

So the saleswoman had no choice but to say, "Yes, my colleagues all say this car is very fuel-efficient."

Immediately afterward, as if suddenly remembering something, the saleswoman turned and pointed in the direction of Wang An and the others, saying again:
“Dad, Mom, look, they bought five cars together. If these cars weren’t good, would they have been able to buy so many? Let me tell you, I saw the receipt for the cars they bought. I even asked them why they didn’t buy a Happiness 250, and they said the Happiness 250 uses technology from the 1960s, and it’s outdated now.”

As they spoke, the family of four walked towards Wang An and his group of five.

At this moment, Wang An and his five companions had already handed over the delivery order to the warehouse manager, and the five of them were selecting and inspecting the vehicles.

At that time, the Jialing 70 was available in three colors: red, military green, and black.

Without hesitation, Wang Yi chose a pure black car, Mu Xueli chose a military green car, and Wang Li chose a red car and a military green car.

When it came time to choose the color of the last motorcycle, Wang An asked Huang Zhong with a smile:

"Xiao Zhong, what color motorcycle do you think looks good?"

Huang Zhong was watching with a mixture of disappointment and envy as Mu Xueli and Wang Li selected motorcycles one by one. Suddenly, he heard Wang An asking for his opinion, and he became very happy, instinctively pointing to the red motorcycle and saying:

"I still look better in red, riding a red motorcycle, living a lively and prosperous life, isn't that great, hehehehehe."

Wang An patted Huang Zhong on the shoulder and said with a smile:
"Then let's choose the red one, hehehe. You can borrow this motorcycle for two years. Whether it becomes yours permanently after that depends on your performance, hahahaha."

Upon hearing this, Huang Zhong was taken aback at first, and then his face was filled with a complex expression, including excitement, joy, and many other emotions.

Then Huang Zhong stammered and said:
"Big brother, I...I..."

Wang An patted Huang Zhong on the shoulder again, interrupting him mercilessly:
"Alright, alright, stop with the nonsense, I don't want to listen. Let's check if the car has any scratches or dents. After the test drive, we'll push it outside, load it onto the truck bed, and then go home."

Huang Zhong didn't say anything else, his eyes reddening as he agreed:

"Okay, brother."

As he spoke, Huang Zhong scurried over to the red motorcycle he had just pointed to and, like Wang Li and Mu Xueli, began to examine it carefully.

There was nothing they could do. The warehouse manager made it very clear: once a motorcycle left the state-run store, there was no going back or exchange; they had to bear the consequences themselves.

After selecting all five motorcycles and confirming that there were no scratches or dents on the bodies, the warehouse manager picked up a fuel can and poured pure gasoline into the fuel tanks one by one, then started them one by one, allowing Wang An and his group of five to hear the sound of each motorcycle.

That's right, the Jialing 70 motorcycle ran on pure gasoline, specifically the 70-octane leaded gasoline of that time, unlike the Xingfu 250 and Wang An's sidecar motorcycle, which ran on mixed fuels.

To be honest, it's quite unfair to buy a motorcycle at this time, because you're only allowed to listen to the sound, that is, to see if the motorcycle can start normally, but you're not allowed to test drive it at all.

That's just how a seller's market is; take it or leave it, nobody's begging you to buy.

After verifying that the motorcycles could start normally, Mu Xueli, Wang Li, and Wang Yi pushed the motorcycles out of the shop one by one. Huang Zhong also held the handlebars and carefully pushed the motorcycle, afraid that he might not push it properly and cause it to fall over.

Upon seeing this, Wang An laughed without hesitation:

"That thing is just a lump of iron, it's not that delicate. It won't be a big deal if you drop it a couple of times."

Huang Zhong simply looked up and smiled at Wang An before nervously pushing the motorcycle again.

Wang An glanced at Huang Zhong again, shook his head slightly, then pushed Wang Li's other motorcycle and walked out of the shop.

Seeing this, the saleswoman and her family of four followed Wang An outside. (End of Chapter)