Chapter 178 Old Goods Trade (1/2)

Chapter 178: Old Goods Trade

Translator: Nyoi-Bo StudioEditor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

To Li Du, to turn a pile of parts—and not even a complete set of parts—into a proper motorcycle, the difficulty seemed outrageous!

He reminisced for a moment; since his childhood, the largest thing that he had tried to build was… yeah, a computer desk.

But for Hans, Stephen, and even Hannah, using these parts to assemble a motorcycle was just like assembling a computer desk. It didn’t take them much effort.

Stephen was an expert in this field, so he was leading the task.

Li Du just watched at the side. After the few hands worked together, the pile of parts was assembled, and finally the rough outline of a motorcycle was forming.

Half a day flew by, and it was time for lunch. After, a motorcycle finally appeared before him. Hans topped up gas into the fuel tank, and then pressed the accelerator. The motorcycle roared to life.

”That’s incredible! Great job,” Li Du heaved a sigh of admiration.

Stephen wiped the oil off his hands and said with a smile, ”The parts were all there, all we needed to add was some circuitry.”

”I still feel like this was a difficult task,” Li Du said. ”Honestly, even if you were to disassemble a proper one before me, I wouldn’t be able to assemble it back.”

Stephen said, ”It’s really simple, and if you’ve been in contact with this stuff since childhood, you understand. They aren’t that different from Legos.”

Although it sounded arrogant, the words rang true. Li Du had been in contact with textbooks and assignments since his youth, and these guys had been working with machinery all instead.

The motorcycle that they had put together did not have a control system that could perform drifts, like the one they had picked up last time. It was a simple, old-school motorcycle.

With the experience making the first one, it was easier to assemble the next few.

They assembled a total of five motorcycles. They used up most of the parts, and what was left was a bunch of useless stuff.

After working for the whole day, night fell. But after the heavy rain, the skies were clear, allowing the stars to shine dazzlingly in the night sky.

Clapping his hands, Hans said, ”We should have known—why would junk parts and accessories be categorized in such detail? These were all disassembled bikes.”

Li Du asked, ”Then what’s the value of these motorcycles?”

Hans laughed and said, ”We have to see how well they run. If they were to be sold normally, then one would be about 400 to 500 dollars.”

In America’s vehicle market, ordinary motorcycles and cars were cheap. These self-assembled, second-hand motorcycles were even more so.

Li Du smiled bitterly. ”Then all together, it’s only worth about 3,000 dollars? Wouldn’t we have a loss?”

Hans patted his shoulder and said, ”I said if they were sold normally. But Big Fox wouldn’t do that, relax, I’ll show you magic later. The bikes will at least double in value!”

Stephen squatted on the ground to finish wiring the last motorcycle. Hearing the conversation between the two, he raised his head and said, ”Big Fox, not just 400 to 500—each of them could sell for 1,000.”

Hans rolled his eyes and said, ”Of course, I know. But we’ll have to maneuver well…”

”Even without it, although these are second-hand, they have a high displacement engine. This is a modified cross-country motorcycle. See, 600cc. It’s a king of the roads.”

Stephen patted the engine of the motorcycle, and then used a cloth to carefully give it a wipe. One could tell that he really liked the bike.

Hans had not noticed the displacement—most of the crucial components were done by Stephen. Hans was in charge of fitting the tires, seat and lights: the easier tasks.