The scrapped motorcycle was still lying on the fork in the road, no one dared to touch it. An old man who collected scraps happened to be passing by. Du Feng called him over, took a few money and let him take it away.

It's a pity to think about it. Although this motorcycle is a second-hand product, its performance is very good. It is rare for him to be able to run at a speed of 100 kilometers with Yang Ziyun.

There was a clinic nearby. Du Feng asked a doctor to simply bandage his wound. The doctor wanted to sew him up, but he refused.

He clearly knew that the stitches required anesthesia, and he didn't want to short-circuit his brain. If he didn't have anesthesia, he couldn't say whether he would faint from the pain, after all, the back injury was still painful.

Now that the means of transportation is gone, Du Feng has to consider buying another one. Besides, with a lot of money in his hand, even a brand new car can be bought by ordinary brands.

The two of them took a car to a motorcycle specialty store. This store was extremely large and had a dazzling array of vehicles, all of which were new.

Judging from the number of brands alone, you can tell that this store is extraordinary, including BMW, Aprilia and other world-class motorcycle brands. Du Feng and Yang Ziyun looked at each one one by one, only to see Yang Ziyun smacking his lips.

"Oh my god! A motorcycle is so expensive! It costs hundreds of thousands!" Yang Ziyun was shocked by the prices of these luxury cars.

Du Feng smiled, knowing that he could not afford a brand at this level, so he simply patted Yang Ziyun, and the two of them walked to a corner.

There are quite a lot of customers in the store. There are not many people in the high-end car area, and most of them gather in the low- to mid-range area.

Spending more than ten or two hundred thousand to buy a motorcycle seems like a big deal. This thing can't protect you from the wind or rain. If you have that kind of money, you might as well buy a cheaper car and drive it.

There was a large circle of people around here, and bursts of eloquent male voices came from the circle. Du Feng and Yang Ziyun squeezed into the crowd.

This man wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He looks energetic and has a refined image in his demeanor.

For Du Feng, the semi-professional racing champion, this car is relatively familiar to him, as it is a type of Tibetan Mastiff.

Jin-rimmed glasses kept introducing the performance of this motorcycle to the crowd with a eloquent tone. Du Feng listened for a while and roughly knew its price, which was about 8,000 yuan.

The performance of this car is really good, especially on mountain roads, it is extremely sturdy. At a price of 8,000 yuan, it is very cost-effective.

Du Feng coughed twice, squeezed forward, and said to the gold-rimmed glasses: "Are they in stock?"

The gold-rimmed glasses immediately said with a smile: "Of course! This car is indeed very cheap. If you want, you can come with me to try the car."

Du Feng smiled slightly: "Just try it here!"

He got on the Tibetan Mastiff motorcycle, held the brake and slammed the accelerator. The moment he released the brake, the entire vehicle almost flew into the air, with the front wheel raised high, like a fierce and unruly horse.

Du Feng stabilized the car body, closed the lock, and said, "That's it!"

The onlookers had not yet recovered from his dazzling skills, but he pushed his motorcycle and walked to the cashier with Yang Ziyun and gold-rimmed glasses.

Du Feng is very satisfied with this car. There is a reason why he is unwilling to go to the warehouse to exchange for another one. Generally speaking, the items on the exhibition stand have been viewed by countless people and are no longer absolutely new cars. But the things on the exhibition stand

It's often the best. Who knows if another car picked up from the warehouse will be a lot worse than this one.

After handing over the money, the two of them left the store. The words of the gold-rimmed glasses were still echoing in their ears: This car only cost more than 7,000 yuan, so cheap! You really made a profit!

The price is 7999, which is a difference of only one yuan and 8000 yuan. I have to admire the businessman's sales skills. It is many times better.

"It's not bumpy at all! The shock absorption is so good!" Yang Ziyun exhaled, looked up at the sky, and was in a good mood.

Du Feng rode her motorcycle back to the company. It was almost time to get off work.

I only went to one user's house all day long. Time passed quickly and it would be dark soon.

Seeing them coming back, Xiaoyan quickly waved her hand: "Hey! Sister Ziyun! One of your orders has not been solved. The user has changed the time to eight o'clock in the evening."

Eight o'clock? The two of them looked at each other, it was really annoying.

Yang Ziyun said: "Can you push it to tomorrow?"

Xiaoyan shook her head: "No! The user said it's just tonight, and he basically doesn't have time during the day."

"Another difficult master!" Yang Ziyun sighed, turned to Du Feng and said, "This is the order you took. You can only do the work at night in person. How about I accompany you?"

Du Feng shook his head gently: "I can do it myself!" He grabbed the piece of paper recording the user's phone number and address, turned around and walked to the lounge downstairs.

Seeing Du Feng leaving, all the receptionists in the office swarmed around Yang Ziyun: "Oh! I heard that this guy can wire and assemble the program control board by himself? Is it true?"

Many of them are veteran workers who have been working here for several years, and they have never heard of ordinary maintenance workers reaching such a level.

Yang Ziyun smiled politely: "The complaints have been retracted, why don't you believe it?" She chuckled as she spoke, and recounted in detail what Du Feng did when he repaired the control panel.

She was very proud at this time, as if she was talking about her boyfriend to her sisters.

Du Feng called the user: "Hello! I'm from Fujia's washing machine repair department. Is your address correct?"

On the other end of the phone was a delicate young woman's voice: "Yes! That's the address! But I'm not at home now! It won't be until after eight o'clock!"
Chapter completed!