pjbooks Chapter 57 Is there anyone who doesn't owe you a favor?
Chapter 57 Is there anyone who doesn't owe you a favor?
Before arriving, Ma Jie checked in the taxi and found that there are two types of scrapped police cars.
One type is the battle-damaged version, which has been fought against high-level players. It is usually severely damaged and cannot be driven away directly. The price is around $300.
This is the worst kind of scam, where the bulk of the cost is in the repair fees, and they'll rip you off for hundreds or even thousands of dollars as if it were nothing.
Another type is the retired version, which consists of older cars that have been phased out by the police department during its upgrade process. You can drive them away, but you have to be prepared for them to break down at any time. The price varies greatly depending on the type of vehicle.
The most valuable item is the pursuit vehicle, which includes a full set of police equipment and could cost anywhere from several thousand to tens of thousands of dollars.
The cheapest option is a patrol car, which typically costs between 600 and 1500.
So the money is definitely enough; it just depends on how much can be saved in the end. Since it's a disposable consumable, the cheaper the better.
The two hit it off immediately and were just about to set off when they heard a powerful engine roar coming from the backyard parking lot.
A middle-aged white man with a shaved head, beard, and rugged features, wearing a shirt and trousers, walked in through the back door. The Louis Vuitton metal logo on his belt indicated that he had nothing to do with the laborers.
"Hi Simeon, how have you been lately?"
Upon seeing the man enter, Sandy immediately went to greet him with great enthusiasm.
The man she called Simeon seemed resistant: "Hey girl, why are you here again? I've told you so many times, I'm not hiring here. Is there no place for you in such a big city?"
"In a sense, that's true." Sandy confidently tossed her hair. "Apart from Simon's Autos and Los Santos's Car Modifier, I'm not going anywhere else. Just you wait and see. One day in the future, my photo will appear in that spot, and then you'll realize how short-sighted you were."
Simeon glanced at the model employee, too lazy to bother with him, and instead yelled at Franklin, "Franklin, you're drinking on duty again! How many times have I warned you? This is a car dealership, not a bar! Why don't you just call your cronies and have an alcohol party here! Do you need me to play the waiter?"
"Boss, it's just beer." Xiao Fu awkwardly threw the unfinished can into the blue trash can with the recycling symbol.
"What's going on here? Don't tell me this girl is here to buy a car."
"Hey, my name isn't 'Little Girl,' it's 'Sandy!'" The car dealership owner's disdainful address infuriated her: "Would you be happy if I called you 'Bald Head' or 'Braised Egg'?"
"Okay, then I'm officially informing you that you will never receive an offer from me."
"Do whatever you want, I don't care anyway!"
After the two finished arguing, Franklin had a chance to explain: "Boss, you shouldn't have gotten angry at the customer. She brought this Asian guy here to buy a police car that hasn't been restored."
"Really?" Simeon paused for a moment, then immediately corrected herself: "Then I take back everything I just said. What's your name, ma'am?"
"Sandy! Sandy! Sandy! Go get your notebook and write it down!"
"Okay, I'll do whatever the customer says. That's what Siemens Automotive is all about, your top-notch car dealership."
Simeon went into the counter, took out paper and pen, and actually did it. Seeing his ability to be flexible and adaptable, Ma Jieke couldn't help but give him a silent thumbs up.
No wonder their business is so big. Learn from them; there's no end to learning.
"Buddy, what kind of police car do you need? Ford, Dodge, Chevrolet, for pursuit, interception, armed escort, drug enforcement—whatever you can name, I can provide it. I can get it done before dark at the earliest, and 72 hours at the latest. If it exceeds that timeframe, I'll give you a 90% discount for every hour. If it exceeds ten hours, the whole car is yours for free. You can ask around all of Los Angeles; only I, Simien, dare to make such a promise to my customers."
After listening to Simeon's endless self-praise, Ma Jie, seeing Franklin's pleading look, said, "It's like this, Sir. What I want to buy is a wrecked police car that hasn't been restored, and your employee has already won me over with his sincerity, hasn't he, Franklin?"
"That's right." With Ma Jie's help, Xiao Fu quickly nodded: "I've reached an agreement with this customer, and now we're heading to the dismantling plant in the suburbs."
Upon learning the situation, Simien's gaze towards Xiao Fu changed. After all, what boss in the world wouldn't like a fully automated electric scooter?
"Alright then." He tossed him a set of car keys and instructed, "Go find Old Dick at the Jinbaolai Dismantling Plant. He's an authority on this matter."
An authoritative figure? Ma Jie was amused. Was he sure it wasn't someone with the "highest commission rate"?
When dealing with these shady businessmen, you have to be careful, or you'll end up being taken advantage of and still be counting the money for them.
"Franklin." Just as Franklin was about to reach the door, Simeon suddenly called out to him from behind, his words sounding familiar: "Remember, kid, you still owe me a favor. Do a good job, and we'll be even."
Damn... Ma Jie couldn't help but complain in his heart, what kind of Los Santos "King of Favors" is this? Is there anyone in this world who doesn't owe you a favor?
Arriving at the backyard of Westgate Auto Shop, Xiao Fu walked towards a white Adventurer Bison S, a modified sixth-generation Dodge, a standard American muscle car.
Ma Jie got into the passenger seat, and Sandy reluctantly crawled into the back.
I hadn't originally planned to take her, but then I thought that it was the suburbs, and the local people were very honest and kind. If something really happened, at least we'd have someone to help us.
After all, he plays American-style Iaijutsu and comes with a high-level "street pickpocketing" skill. Whether in melee or ranged combat, he's much stronger than Ethan, a big guy who's all bark and no bite.
The car was playing the energetic West Coast Chipmunks, and Franklin's driving skills were quite proficient.
Through this first-person perspective, Ma Jieke can be said to be revisiting familiar places.
From the dilapidated industrial area, filled with the salty smell and dust, we arrived at the bustling commercial district.
After passing through the city center and heading north, the road suddenly widens considerably, with lush greenery, fresh air, and uniquely designed garden villas lining both sides.
The car climbed a steep slope, and Ma Jie craned his neck to look out. If he remembered correctly, his old friend Mike's house was right there.
Sure enough, I saw a woman doing yoga in the yard; she was probably his wife, Amanda.
Someone once used this mnemonic to describe Los Angeles.
Ten houses and one tree—this is a slum.
A house and a tree – this is the home of business elites and white-collar workers.
A house with ten trees—that's a wealthy neighborhood.
You can't see the house, you can only see the trees; that's a super-rich person.
Soon, the adventurer Bison S entered Rockford Hill, made several turns, and entered a long tunnel.
After exiting the tunnel, the view suddenly opened up, revealing a vast plain ahead.
This is where the city connects with other cities, and there is a lot of traffic. Most vehicles entering and leaving Los Angeles from the north use this route.
As soon as they emerged from the tunnel, they saw several police cars setting up roadblocks ahead, intercepting what they considered suspicious vehicles along the way.
Oh no... Ma Jieke's heart skipped a beat.
If I remember correctly, Xiao Fu lost his parents at a young age and was raised by his aunt, receiving a happy upbringing.
In addition, his skin color was correct, and he joined a gang early on. There was nothing he wouldn't dare to do, from robbing cars to stealing and selling drugs.
If my uncle stops me, wouldn't that be like walking into the line of fire...?
Buddha, please protect me, please don't let it be like this.
As Ma Jie prayed silently, the car came into the police's view.