"Can't start?" The middle-aged man's smile condensed on his face. He came to Lu Feiyang's side and took a careful look. Then, he reached out and turned the key!
The motor made a grinding sound again, but the car still showed no sign of starting!
"Boss, what's going on?" Lu Feiyang's face dropped, and he said dissatisfied: "Didn't you just keep saying that your cars are purchased directly from the manufacturer and there is no problem?"
There was a slight sweat on the middle-aged man's forehead. He laughed dryly and said, "Wait a minute, let me check!" As he said that, he tried to twist a key again and put his ear to the motorcycle.
On top of the car, I listened carefully to the movement.
The motor buzzed, but the motorcycle still had no intention of starting.
"I know!" The middle-aged man raised his head and said decisively with a clear look: "There is no gas in the car, so it can't start!"
"Out of gas?" Lu Feiyang suddenly realized that the durability of a motorcycle refers to the oil! He had an idea and looked dissatisfied and said: "Boss, is it out of gas? Or is there something wrong with the car?
"
"It's because there is no oil! There is absolutely nothing wrong with the car!" The middle-aged man said seriously: "Wait a minute, I will go to the store to get you some gasoline and put it in, and you will know!" With that, he quickly
Stepping into the shop on the roadside, there was a burst of doubt in my heart: "Strange, I clearly remember that I added some gasoline to this motorcycle last time, why did it suddenly run out of oil? These days
No one rides this motorcycle!"
"If there is no oil, then there will be no oil! Anyway, I just killed this scapegoat. Even if I add a tank of oil to him, how much money will it cost?" After the middle-aged man made up his mind, he started generously.
Inside the warehouse, a small barrel of gasoline was brought out.
Opening the motorcycle's fuel tank, the middle-aged man poured all the bucket of gasoline in in front of Lu Feiyang, and said with a smile: "Little brother, this bucket of gas is for you!"
"Well, thank you, boss!" Lu Feiyang chuckled inwardly. Wanting to kill himself with just a barrel of oil? He really knows how to think of good things! He just checked and found out that the taming failed just now, which increased his skill proficiency by two points.
, that is to say, it is estimated that about one hundred barrels of oil will be needed to fully train the third level riding skill!
After tightening the motorcycle's fuel tank cap, the middle-aged man clapped his hands and said, "Okay, you can try again now!"
"Yeah!" Lu Feiyang nodded, took the key and twisted it hard!
After the motor screamed once, it immediately misfired!
"Boss, what's going on?" Lu Feiyang shouted angrily.
"What's wrong with this car? Why can't it start all of a sudden?" The middle-aged man forced a smile and said, "Don't worry, let me see what's going on!" As he said that, he leaned down again.
He lowered his body, put his ear against the car, reached out and turned the key.
The motor screamed and immediately became mute!
"Holy shit!" The middle-aged man raised his head and shouted in disbelief: "Why is it exactly the same as the noise just now? Is it because there is no oil? Is it impossible?" He unscrewed the fuel tank again and picked up a small stick from the ground.
stick, put it in the ### fuel tank, and then pulled it out.
The top of the stick was dry and there was no sign of oil soaking it. The ground was also dry and there was no oil stain. The middle-aged man opened his mouth wide and looked like he had seen a ghost: "What happened? Why did the oil just added suddenly become wet?"
there is none left?"
"Boss, is there something wrong with your car?" Lu Feiyang jumped to his feet and shouted loudly: "Boss, are you too unreasonable? I didn't even bargain with you for a penny just now. If you say how much, I will pay you.
How much money do you have, I’m happy enough! I didn’t expect that you would actually use a broken car to deceive me! What’s wrong? Do you really think I’m easy to bully?”
"Uh... little brother, don't get too excited. If you have anything to say, talk to me!" The middle-aged man hurriedly grabbed Lu Feiyang. If he let this kid go out shouting at a loud voice, would he be able to continue his business? He squeezed out a
With a smile on his face, he explained with a smile: "There can't be anything wrong with the car! This is an authentic car sent from the original factory, how could there be something wrong with it? Don't worry, it's just that there is no oil! I'll give you some more oil.
Try it again!”
"Oh, okay then!" Lu Feiyang looked reluctant.
Seeing Lu Feiyang nodded in agreement, the middle-aged man hurriedly ran back to the store, took out a small bucket of gasoline from the warehouse, and quickly poured it into the motorcycle's fuel tank!
The current oil price is rising continuously. Two small barrels of oil cost at least fifty or sixty yuan to buy. The middle-aged man secretly felt distressed. He turned his head and smiled at Lu Feiyang: "Little brother, okay, you try again, I promise.
It can start. If it still can’t start this time..."
Before he finished speaking, the middle-aged man saw Lu Feiyang stretched out his hand and twisted it.
A roar!
The Qingqi motorcycle is still parked there quietly!
"Uh..." The middle-aged man looked at the motorcycle dumbfounded, not knowing what to say.
"Boss, what's going on?" Lu Feiyang's face got angry, "Did you run out of gas again?"
"Let me take a look." The middle-aged man unscrewed the fuel tank cap and put a stick in to check it out! He shouted in disbelief: "What a weird thing!" The stick was dry and there was no trace of oil at all. The oil that was poured in just now,
Where have they all gone?
"Little brother, wait a moment!" The middle-aged man held the bucket in disbelief and ran back to the shop again. This time he filled the bucket full - he still didn't believe that the fuel tank was not full!
"Gurgling..." A full bucket of gasoline was poured into the fuel tank.
Bang!
The middle-aged man threw the keg in his hand aside. Without waiting for him to speak, Lu Feiyang reached out and turned the key!
Still no movement!
"Holy shit!" The middle-aged man screamed strangely, grabbed the small bucket on the ground, and ran into the warehouse like a whirlwind. Without saying a word, he took out another bucket of gasoline and poured it into the motorcycle's fuel tank!
"no!"
The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and brought out another barrel of gasoline! He still didn't believe that the tank was not full today!
"Not yet!"
"Still not working!"
"Not this time!"
"..."
Bang!
The small bucket in the middle-aged man's hand fell to the ground.
What is the fuel tank of this motorcycle made of? Why is it like a bottomless pit! One hundred liters of gasoline have been added, but when I stick a stick into it, it is still dry - as if there is no gas.
Like a drop of oil!
He stared at the motorcycle blankly for a while, then slowly shifted his gaze to Lu Feiyang, and said helplessly: "Little brother, why don't you try another car?"
"Okay." Lu Feiyang nodded and added: "But I also want this style!"
"Uh... can't we change to a different style of car?" The middle-aged man was a little embarrassed. This style of motorcycle was very popular, and now this is the only motorcycle left in the store.
"No, I just like this style." Lu Feiyang rejected his suggestion directly.
The middle-aged man grimaced, took out the stack of banknotes that had not been warmed from his arms, handed them over, and said: "Little brother, I will return the money to you, but I won't do your business, okay? What do you think is so fun?
