America: Starting with Daily Intelligence-Chapter 210 - 147 Selling Gold_3

You don’t have to worry about the quality of this military-grade product at all. Although it is a Soviet replica, it bears the US standard, follows the structure of the original factory parts, and was designed for use in snow, on slopes, and on muddy roads from the outset. The tires are also very sturdy, and the style is very much to his liking.

"This is what a real man’s car looks like! The ultimate man’s ride! Those three sissy cars you brought yesterday, stacked on top of each other, still wouldn’t stand a chance against it!" Old George laughed heartily.

"This is the city area; you’d better not drive too far. Once you buy it, you can take it anywhere you like," Allen Zhang reminded him.

The vehicle has been tested, fully functional, tough and durable. Now we can discuss the acquisition price.

Reluctantly getting out of the car, Old George said, "Alright, I really like this car, it suits my taste perfectly. I’ve always wanted to collect a last-century BMW, but such items are rarely up for sale since those who can afford to collect them usually aren’t short of money. What price do you plan to sell it for?"

"I’ve checked the market prices. A last-century US-standard BMW military motorcycle like this one is worth at least ten thousand dollars!" Allen Zhang contemplated: "I’d like to sell it for twelve thousand dollars."

The entire range of brand-new BMW motorcycles has a market price of only between fifteen thousand five hundred and twenty-eight thousand dollars. Although this last-century BMW motorcycle is a military-grade item, its collectible significance far outweighs the value of the vehicle itself. Fourteen thousand dollars would be the ceiling for its collectible value. freewёbnoνel.com

Old George also thought the price was reasonable, but still wanted to haggle further, "How about seven thousand eight hundred dollars?"

Allen Zhang said with a sardonic smile, "I think if I list it for twelve thousand dollars on Opportunity Network, there will be plenty of interest. Someone tried to buy it for thirteen thousand dollars yesterday, and I didn’t sell! I’ve got time; I’m not in a rush to sell it!"

That’s about enough.

I didn’t ask for an obscene amount, I gave you a fair price. It’s a win-win cooperation with profits for everyone, and you’re still here haggling with me.

Allen Zhang was ready to pull the car away.

"Wait! Twelve thousand dollars! Deal! I’ll buy it!"

Old George admitted he was a bit hasty. The car really suited his taste. Why do you have to be this way?

"Good! A twelve thousand dollar BMW motorcycle, fifty-two thousand dollars in gold. Do you want to pay in cash or through online banking?"

In the end, Old George is getting on in years, no longer able to wield the Dragon Slayer Sword in front of a peerless master.

"Wire the money!" Allen Zhang took out his collection card. He still had more than ten thousand dollars in cash on him. He didn’t need that much cash for daily meals, as he didn’t pay rent, and buying groceries was covered by Dominic and Jennifer.

Old George took the savings card, went inside to write out a slip for Allen Zhang, and after some operations, he received a text message alert for the deposit.

+64000 US dollars.

Total savings, 146,859 US dollars.

Including other fixed assets, the total wealth has now reached two hundred thousand dollars!

Awesome, feeling comfortable.

Without further small talk with Old George, Allen Zhang drove the Jeep back to camp, sent a few messages to Sieg to gather everyone for profit sharing.

Back at the bridge tunnel campsite, the Modern Brothers were all present, and the Beggar Gang Disciples who had been overseeing the alchemy work also assembled.

Allen Zhang parked the Jeep aside, got out of the car, took out a bag of cash, moved a stool to sit on, and looked at Feis Modern.

He chuckled, "Your guys almost botched a deal of mine. Normally, I could’ve taken it out on you, but considering the profits you brought me and the serious work you’ve done, I’m not going to be strict about your due share of the profits. I sold the gold cake for a total of fifty-two thousand dollars, but I also taught that short-tailed mutt a lesson on your behalf. How much do you think you should get for your share?"

"Can I choose to forgo my share and continue working here?" asked Feis.