Chapter 97 I Hate Your Guts (1/2)

Chapter 97: I Hate Your Guts

Translator: Nyoi-Bo StudioEditor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Li Du didn’t want to be the third wheel for the two couples. Moreover, he felt unwelcome from the glances the two men kept shooting him.

But before he could say a word, Hans spoke, ”Cool, it’s more fun when there’s more people, and we’re both amateurs when it comes to trucks. If we could get some professional help, that would be really great!”

”Yeah, great,” Li Du had no choice but to agree.

The showroom for heavy-duty trucks was enormous. The magnificent beasts of steel were lined up in display; amongst these trucks, there was one in particular that caught Li Du’s eye.

The truck was red with blue, fiery patterns. The side exhaust pipes stood tall like dragon horns, and the frontal view of the truck was wide and square. It was eye-catching indeed.

Li Du couldn’t contain his excitement; he enthusiastically ran toward the truck. ”Oh my god—it’s Prime, it’s Prime!”

”What?”

”Prime! Optimus Prime!”

Marate nodded his head without any expression. ”Right, Peterbilt, they’re king of the highways. You have these in China too?”

Marate’s tone exuded an attitude of superiority over Li Du.

Li Du chose to ignore this by keeping his smile and turned to Hans. ”Let’s get Prime! Autobots, assemble!”

”Sh*t—let’s leave the height constraint aside. More importantly, does your driver’s license allow you to drive such trucks? Mine can’t,” Hans shrugged.

Li Du sighed with a heave of regret.

Taylor snorted with disdain, both of his arms crossed. ”What’s the matter with you guys? Are you from the eighties? ‘Autobots, assemble’? Ha!”

”They are not from the eighties, but this fellow is from China—you know China? They sell porcelain, sell pandas... I’ve been there. They are, like, thirty years behind America,” Marate smirked.

Both ladies frowned. Natalie chided, ”What nonsense are you both talking about? Don’t be a jerk!”

”I’m sorry, Li,” Sophie said in an apologetic tone. ”Marate and Taylor like to joke around. I don’t think they meant to mock you.”

”I’m not mocking anyone, Sophie,” said Marate defensively. ”I’ve been to China. What I said is true. You can ask him. Ask him if China is really a backward country.”

Li Du had a slight smile on his face. Ah Meow jumped off Li Du’s arms while Hans pulled Sophie backwards.

”What? Marate, you a**hole …” Sophie hissed, annoyed.

Hans said, ”Just look quietly—Li’s angry. It’s the time for the Soviet Iron Fist of Revenge!”

Sophie was baffled; she couldn’t understand what Hans had just said.

Li Du still had a slight smile on his face. ”Yes, China is still a developing country. We do not have many mobile phones, or computers, and neither do we really have television sets.

”But I am sure that you haven’t been to China, otherwise you would have known that our roads are fully lined with vehicles. The children play with them every day—these kinds of trucks are a small deal to them.”

”Small deal? That’s funny— I haven’t heard that joke before,” Marate laughed.

”No, no, no—I’m not joking. Maybe you didn’t understand what I said. I mean children back in China know trucks like the backs of their hands.”

Marate sneered with disdain. ”Oh, my. Your bullsh*ting skills make me laugh.”

Li Du shrugged. ”No, you know what I said is true. The children back in China know a lot about trucks, much more than you do.”

Taylor was fed up with the conversation. ”Okay, then why not both of you just have a challenge and see who knows more about trucks?”