pjbooks Chapter 8: Lightning-Fast Delivery, Spring Street Storm
Chapter 8: Lightning-Fast Delivery, Spring Street Storm
"Yang-ge, it actually worked! This is like a dream!"
Liu Hui sincerely admired Wang Yang and gave him a thumbs up.
They say if you take a gamble, you might turn a bicycle into a motorcycle.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Liu Hui would never have believed that a bicycle could be converted into a motorcycle.
"Hehe, hurry up and go for a couple of laps, see how it drives."
Wang Yang sat on the ground, looking at his masterpiece with great satisfaction.
The entire motorcycle is made from hand-modified parts, has a displacement far exceeding that of other motorcycles in its class, and boasts a cutting-edge design, making it incredibly attractive in every aspect.
Aside from the frame being smaller than that of a regular motorcycle, it has no major drawbacks.
"This is so exhilarating, and incredibly stable! Is this what a motorcycle is like?!"
Liu Hui shouted with joy. It was his first time riding a motorcycle, and he was riding such a top-of-the-line motorcycle.
The engine roared like thunder, the heavily modified carburetor running at full speed, its actual displacement exceeding the theoretical 400cc.
Wang Yang also installed shock absorbers, so even though the scrap yard was full of potholes, the riding experience was as smooth as riding on flat ground.
"Brother Yang, with this technology, not only can domestic Motorola cars not beat us, but even foreign ones can't compete!"
Liu Hui circled around several times before reluctantly stopping beside Wang Yang and beginning to praise Wang Yang's skills.
The roar of the engine and the whistling of the wind in my ears are both incredibly addictive.
"This is good enough. Zhao Jiahao should be satisfied now."
Wang Yang was very satisfied with Liu Hui's feedback.
Zhao Desheng's son, Zhao Jiahao, was a thrill-seeker, and this motorcycle was exactly what he wanted.
"Deliver tomorrow!"
……
As dawn broke, Guangzhou gradually awoke.
In the breakfast stall, an old wooden square steamer is placed on the stove, and the ground rice batter is placed aside, waiting to be steamed into rice noodle rolls.
"Huh? You're not kidding, are you?"
Zhao Desheng, who was waiting for his rice noodle rolls, almost vomited up the soy milk he had just drunk.
Early that morning, Wang Yang found Zhao Desheng and told him that the motorcycle was ready.
But Zhao Desheng remembered that he had placed the order at noon yesterday.
In such a short time, there's not even enough room to use the toilet, how could I possibly get a motorcycle?
Wang Yang, this kid, is probably just bluffing himself.
"The motorcycle has already arrived at your house. Auntie said you went out to buy rice noodle rolls, so I came over."
Wang Yang was panting heavily, smelling the aroma of rice noodle rolls, when his stomach started growling uncontrollably.
Wang Yang was so focused on rubbing his motorcycle that he forgot to eat.
"Haven't had breakfast yet?" Zhao Desheng called out, turning to the breakfast stall. "Old Li, make another batch of rice noodle rolls. Come over and eat in a bit!"
"Alright, one serving of rice noodle rolls, I'll eat them later!"
"How could I possibly accept this?"
"There's nothing to be embarrassed about. You helped me get a cheap motorcycle, so this little bit of rice noodle roll is nothing."
Wang Yang ultimately couldn't refuse and had to accept Zhao Desheng's kindness.
The two then returned to Zhao Desheng's residence, a three-and-a-half-story self-built brick house with a large front yard planted with longan trees.
"Jiahao's dad, did you buy this? Is this a motorcycle?"
Zhao Desheng's wife, Zhao Sili, stepped forward, pointed to the motorcycle in the yard, and asked.
Zhao Sili had never seen such a strange motorcycle before; the frame was made like a bicycle.
Upon closer inspection, there appear to be welding marks beneath the paint.
"This? Ah Yang, no offense, but is this really a motorcycle? It looks a bit like a bicycle."
Zhao Desheng circled the motorcycle several times, puzzled, and finally asked.
Compared to Zhao Sili, Zhao Desheng knew more about the motorcycle market and had seen more motorcycles, but he had never seen a motorcycle like this before.
Zhao Desheng knew his son well; Zhao Jiahao was very picky about things.
The Zhao family has had only one son for five generations, with Zhao Jiahao being the sole heir. When Zhao Desheng's generation rose to prominence, who else would dote on their son if not them?
Zhao Jiahao is the same age as Wang Yang, but spoiled by his parents, he acts like a silly child who wants everything good.
Zhao Desheng was unsure whether the small motorcycle would meet his son's expectations.
"Hui Zi, light the fire and show them what you've got."
Faced with doubts, Wang Yang chose to let the facts speak for themselves.
"Alright!"
As Liu Hui turned the handle, the engine roared to life, and the hand-rubbed exhaust pipe spewed out jets of steam.
Liu Hui released the handbrake, and the motorcycle started moving, circling around in the yard.
Without a doubt, this is a high-displacement motorcycle that consumes a lot of gas.
"Hey, you know what, it actually sounds pretty much true!"
The motorcycle's performance brought a smile to Zhao Desheng's face.
Cheap price, large engine displacement, what more could you want?
"Dad! You bought me a motorcycle?!"
On the second floor of the brick building, Zhao Jiahao pushed open the glass window, leaned out, and shouted at the crowd below.
For the sake of his motorcycle, Zhao Jiahao has not eaten for two days, has been locking himself in his room, and has even threatened to jump off a building.
Why would you jump from the second floor?
Zhao Desheng knew his son was throwing a tantrum, but he still had to spoil his own child.
"Jiahao, your dad bought you a motorcycle! Come down and have some porridge!"
Zhao Sili was overjoyed; the disobedient child had finally responded.
Zhao Jiahao hadn't eaten for two days, which almost drove Zhao Sili crazy with worry.
She only has this one precious son; how can he not eat?
"Yeah, Jiahao, stop being childish and come down to try the motorcycle!"
Zhao Desheng shouted loudly with a smile on his face.
The child finally responded; the money was well spent.
"It's so nice to be pampered. If it were my dad, he would beat me to a pulp with his belt."
Liu Hui turned his head, lowered his voice, and said to Wang Yang.
Although Liu Hui has grown up, his father will no longer beat him.
But the thought of his father's belt gave Liu Hui goosebumps.
Especially the crocodile belts bought from roadside stalls, they hurt the most when whipped.
When he was a child, Liu Hui was often whipped out of the house by his father's belt and had to spend the night at Wang Yang's house.
"It's okay, we'll rely on ourselves."
Wang Yang patted Liu Hui on the shoulder and offered words of comfort.
Wow, this water is amazing!
As Zhao Jiahao came downstairs, he was immediately attracted by the appearance of the motorcycle.
Unlike the common all-black color scheme, Wang Yang used red and yellow, and also drew a white skull.
The design of the exterior was inspired by the movie Ghost Rider from later generations.
Zhao Jiahao paced back and forth around the motorcycle, as if admiring a work of art, praising it endlessly.
The only drawback is that, since the frame is taken from a bicycle, the whole bike looks a bit thin and lacks power.
"Let's go for a test ride. This motorcycle has a larger engine displacement than most others on the market!"
Wang Yang patted the motorcycle seat and called to Zhao Jiahao.
Motorcycles are a novelty. As long as Zhao Jiahao is satisfied, riding one around the streets and causing a ruckus will create an explosive "GG effect."
"Oh! Oh! That's the feeling! That's exactly what it feels like!"
Zhao Jiahao gripped the handbrake, slammed on the gas, and shouted with joy as he felt the engine roar and the motorcycle vibrate.
Zhao Jiahao was shocked; this small motorcycle was several times more powerful than the one he had test-driven in Shenzhen.
He judged the car by its appearance just now.
"Jiahao, have some porridge first!"
Zhao Sili carried a steaming bowl of congee with preserved egg and lean pork to the motorcycle.
"Mom, you keep this for yourself, I'm going to buy rice noodle rolls!"
Zhao Jiahao released the handbrake, launched himself off, and went to show off to his friends.
For people from Guangdong and Guangxi, the sense of balance when riding a bicycle is innate; there is no need for deliberate practice. They can go as soon as they squeeze the throttle.
A tremendous roar echoed through the sky, awakening the slumbering Chun'an Street.
"It seems Jiahao really likes this motorcycle. Uncle Zhao, it's time to pay the final installment."
Wang Yang felt a sense of anticipation, as if he could see countless orders beckoning to him.
"You little rascal, you actually have a way with things."
The son was very happy, Zhao Desheng was very satisfied, and the settlement was much more swift.
Zhao Desheng knew exactly how difficult his son was.
It only took Wang Yang a day to satisfy Zhao Jiahao, and Zhao Desheng was full of praise for it.
After completing the first order and deducting the cost of parts, Wang Yang made a net profit of 634 yuan.
A new storm is brewing on Chun'an Street.
"What a cool motorcycle! The skull on it looks like it's breathing fire when it runs. It's so awesome!"
"I heard that motorcycles don't require much pedaling; you just squeeze the handlebars and you're off!"
"Really? I'm exhausted from pedaling every day. If I could just walk without pedaling, wouldn't that be amazing?"
Motorcycles are rare, and such a flashy motorcycle is even rarer, attracting many people to stop and watch, and discussing it.
Everyone's envious; such a cool motorcycle, everyone wants to try it out.
"Brother Jiahao! Let me drive it one lap! Just one lap!"
Many young people who were on good terms with Zhao Jiahao pedaled hard to follow behind him on their bicycles, hoping to get a chance to drive.
"That son of a bitch Zhao Jiahao stole my thunder! I need to tell my dad to buy me a motorcycle too."
Seeing Zhao Jiahao stealing the spotlight, Chen Haitao gritted his teeth in frustration.
As the leader of the gang on Chun'an Street, he couldn't stand seeing others showing off in front of him.
"What brand is this cool motorcycle? And who got it?"
Zhang Baoguo, the owner of Zhang's Motorcycle Repair Shop, sensed a business opportunity and became interested in what lay behind the motorcycles.
After spending considerable time and connections, the result shocked Zhang Baoguo.
This motorcycle is not a brand name product, and its origin is extremely mysterious, only traceable to the Zhao family father and son.
Upon further investigation, Zhang Baoguo arrived at a conclusion that was hard to believe.
The maker of this motorcycle was actually Wang Yang, the son of the owner of Wang's Repair Shop across the street.
But Wang Yang is just a young man in his early twenties!