Chapter 7 Isll Give You More Money, so Please Stop Eating (1/2)
Chapter 7: I'll Give You More Money, so Please Stop Eating
Translator: Vicky_Editor: Vicky_
After various experiments and tinkering from the two, they finally accepted the fact that the massage chair was truly broken.
”S*it, that insurance salesman is evil. I bet that if it weren't for the fact that this chair was broken, he would still be using it right now,” Hans said sadly.
”Does that mean that this thing has become worthless?” Li Du asked.
Hans shook his head. ”Not exactly. It's just that we'll have to drop our price by about half. I estimate that we could have originally sold this chair for ten thousand dollars, but now it's only worth five to six thousand.”
”Didn't you say that this is worth twenty thousand?”
”I was talking about a new one. This is used, okay? Half of the selling price.”
Hearing that his original ten thousand dollars had just been reduced to three thousand, Li Du's excited mood immediately frosted over.
However, this was still not enough for him to entirely give up. ”Can't we try to fix it ourselves? Also, is your pickup really worth only 2,500?”
The Ford F-150 was one of the most popular pickup trucks in America. The starting price for a new one was 26,000 dollars. So Li Du felt that it should have been mortgaged for at least ten thousand.
”First of all,” Hans said, ”my pickup already has twenty thousand miles on it, plus I do a lot of heavy work with it, so its value has depreciated a lot. Second, I didn't sell it; I only mortgaged it. Mortgage estimates have always been very low, but when I go reclaim it, that cost will also be low.”
”Then can't we borrow money to fix it?”
”Do you have friends who're willing to lend you money? I don't,” Hans bluntly stated.
”I only have Hannah to borrow money from,” Li Du replied as he glanced at Hans from the side.
Hearing this, Hans immediately jumped up and face Li Du. ”Absolutely not! We'll just sell it in its current broken state. Despite everything, we'll still be able to make some money. It should be enough as our starting fund.”
Li Du didn't argue. Hans's protective attitude towards his sister left him with a good impression. If this guy had actually tried to persuade Li Du to get money from his own sister, then this would be the only time that Li Du cooperated with him; he didn't want to socialize with people who were willing to take money from their sister.
That night, while Li Du slept in his bedroom, Hans slept on the massage chair.
The chair was luxurious and high tech. With the ability to lie flat in it, with the backrest that hugged the body, sleeping in the chair was even more comfortable than sleeping in a bed.
When Hannah got back from work, she was pleasantly surprised with what she saw. ”God bless! You guys managed to get that massage chair?”
”Did God also tell you that your dear brother likes a bottle of beer when he wakes up?” Hans, in a half-awake state, said as he got up.
”There is no beer, but we do have two glasses of warm milk,” Hannah replied as she glared at him.
As Hannah washed up, the two men carried the massage chair outside. After a quick breakfast, they closed the door and left Hannah in a quiet environment to rest.
”Alright, now where do we go to sell it?” Li Du asked.
Hans slapped his chest as he replied, ”Leave that to me. Big Fox has a great social network!”
He wasn't boasting. Before noon, they contacted the truck company from yesterday and took the chair to a secondhand shop.
America had a very well developed secondhand market. Secondhand vehicles, computers, and even clothing, could all be found in secondhand shops. Also, these stores didn't just sell items; they also purchased items from others.
Seeing Hans, a slim faced elder with silvery hair came out smiling. ”Yo Big Fox, my little buddy, didn't you go to Los Angeles? Why are you back in this tiny place?”
”I went to Los Angeles to broaden my horizons. My roots are still in Flagstaff,” Hans said.
”You're not here to borrow money, right?”
”Of course not!” Hans exclaimed in an exaggerated tone. ”I'm here to give you money, old chap, and I'm not joking. Look what I have!” He opened the back of the truck, and the massage chair was revealed.