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

Just as Wang An and his group were discussing how to secure the five motorcycles in the truck bed, the salesperson and his family came over.

The sales clerk's father, completely oblivious to the situation, stepped forward and asked:
"Young man, why do you all buy the same motorcycle? Isn't this a newly released model? Will it even be reliable?"

Wang An glanced at him and said very perfunctorily:
"Yeah, I think it's fine."

After Wang An finished speaking, he ignored the saleswoman's father and turned to Mu Xueli and Wang Yi, instructing them:

"Xue Li, Xiao Yi, you two go to the car and continue. Lao Wu, you come with me to lift it onto the car. Don't tie it up yet, tie it up all at once after it's loaded. Xiao Zhong, you go and push the car all the way to the front."

At Wang An's command, the other four responded and the five of them got to work together.

Unexpectedly, the sales clerk's father came up again, smiling broadly, and said:
"Young man, wait a bit before loading the truck. After you're done, tell me, how is this Jialing motorcycle any better than that Xingfu 250?"

As he spoke, the salesperson's father even took out a cigarette and offered it to him, adopting a serious and earnest attitude as if he were asking for a favor.

From his four-pocket Zhongshan suit and the unintentional air of authority he exuded when speaking and acting, one could tell that he must be an official with a position.

However, considering that the whole family had to come to buy a motorcycle, and that they were worried that the motorcycle might not be satisfactory, they must not have a lot of money.

To put it bluntly, when it comes to buying expensive items like motorcycles, their family has no room for error.

Therefore, their family became dependent on Wang An, who seemed to know a lot about motorcycles, just like a drowning person suddenly grabbing a lifeline.

But whatever the story is, what does it have to do with Wang An?
So Wang An merely glanced at him, didn't take the cigarette, and pointed at the saleswoman, saying:

“I explained it to her in great detail back then, and she even took notes. Why don’t you just let her explain it to you? Can’t you see we’re busy?”

Wang An felt that the whole family was sick, and quite seriously so.

The sales clerk's father continued to laugh:

"She's already told us everything you told my second daughter. We're just hoping you can help us repeat it, mainly for my son. You're all young people, and young people have more in common, right? Hehehe."

The other party's attitude was indeed quite good, making it difficult for Wang An to refuse, so he said very sincerely:
"Let me tell you this: just buy this car with your eyes closed, you definitely won't regret it later."

What Wang An said is absolutely true, because the Jialing 70 has an extremely low failure rate, and the maintenance and repair are also very cheap. For people who don't know much about motorcycles and don't have much money at home, they can just buy it directly without any consideration.

After Wang An finished speaking, the sales clerk's younger brother said with a face full of indignation:
"You think you can just say you won't regret it? How the hell do you know so much? You bought it with your eyes closed, but it wasn't you who paid for it."

Wang An was taken aback when he heard this, but he saw that the middle-aged couple and the salesperson did not express their opinions or even react. It seemed that they were waiting for him to say something to refute them and persuade the young man.

Wang An thought to himself, "Who has time to argue with you guys about this Reagan guy? He's not even my son!"
Immediately, Wang An's face fell, and he said impatiently:
"Then you can buy whatever you want, don't fucking ask me, are you all fucking crazy?"

This simpleton didn't look much older than Wang Yi, but he was no more sensible than Wang Yi. He was clearly a spoiled brat, the kind of "brat" that people would call a "spoiled brat" in later generations.

Of course, the main reason is that the child is ignorant; the adults are actually just like that—they're nothing special.

After Wang An uttered those foul words, the middle-aged couple realized that their son's words were inappropriate, and they began to lecture their son, repeatedly apologizing to Wang An.

Wang An waved his hand dismissively, saying:
"Just get away from me, I'm seriously annoyed with you guys right now."

After saying that, Wang An ignored the family of four and turned back to continue loading the truck.

Loading the motorcycles was quick, but securing them to the truck bed with ropes to prevent them from colliding due to the bumps was a very slow process, as it required a high level of skill. It took Wang An and his team of five more than half an hour to secure all five motorcycles firmly to the truck bed.

As for that bizarre family of four who worked as a sales clerk, no one knows when they left.

Actually, people like the sales clerk are not uncommon, no matter when. Although they haven't done anything particularly wrong, they are still very annoying.

After loading the car, Wang An drove it to the department store and then said to Mu Xueli and the other three:
"You guys go back to the guesthouse first and pack up what you bought yesterday. Then come back here and wait for me. I'm going to look into some industrial vouchers."

Wang Li asked, puzzled:
"Fourth Brother, we've already bought everything we needed with the industrial coupons, so why are you still using them?"

Wang An didn't lie and said directly:
"I'm thinking of buying those two children's bicycles so that Xiaomei and Xiaoli can play with them. Um, you two drive slowly, don't let anyone crash into you."

Sitting in the driver's seat, Mu Xueli said with great confidence:

"It's not far, don't worry, brother-in-law."

After Mu Xue left the car, Wang An wandered around the department store area, asking several people who looked like ticket scalpers and were carrying small backpacks, but none of them were.

Just as Wang An was wondering where to find ticket scalpers, a young man of about 20 years old approached him.

Upon approaching Wang An, the man lowered his voice and said:

"Dude, I've been watching you for ages. Are you trying to buy some industrial vouchers?"
Wang An nodded and said:

"Oh, you have them? How much do you sell them for?"

The man looked around before cautiously saying:

"It's almost the New Year, and tickets are all more expensive now. They're 7 cents each here. How many do you want?"

Normally, an industrial coupon costs 50 cents, and some people even sell them for 40 cents or 45 cents. However, because it's almost Chinese New Year, it's normal for the price to increase by 20 cents per coupon, so Wang An didn't think much of it and said:

"I need 118 of them, do you have any?"

Wang An couldn't show favoritism to his two younger sisters, but as for his sister-in-law, Xiao Lai, and Huang Ying, there was nothing he could do to help them!
The reason Wang An wanted to buy 118 tickets was because he already had two tickets in his possession.

Upon hearing this, the man said in a somewhat exaggerated manner:
"118 tickets? Holy crap! Wait a minute, let me calculate how much that is."

As he spoke, the man started calculating with his fingers, his posture resembling that of a fortune teller.

However, the man soon said:

"118 industrial coupons, that's 82.6 yuan. Do you have that kind of money?"

In those days, 80 yuan was more than two months' salary for a regular employee, so it was not a small amount. Most people would never carry that much money when they went out.

Wang An looked the young man up and down and said:

"What you're saying is ridiculous. If I want to buy industrial vouchers, I naturally need to bring enough money. If I don't have the money, you can just refuse to sell them to me." (End of Chapter)