Chapter 265: Annual Model Selection

To be precise... it doesn't even count as news.

Because there is no mainstream website or platform that can find relevant news at all.

At best, it's just a circle of friends.

【aaa Coastal Automobile and Waste Alchemy Item Processing Little Ji (Take orders and fly nationwide)】

The photo is a group photo of Ji Jue with Yan Jian and a group of cattle and horse college students in the assembly workshop, and behind it is something covered with a sunshade cloth from beginning to end.

Copywriting: New car is out, friends from all walks of life are welcome to buy enthusiastically.

Then less than an hour later, he posted a comment below: Thank you, thank you for your support, I didn't expect it to sell so well, good reviews return cash, dear~ (heart)

It's like a joke!

If it weren't for the giant transport trucks starting to pull goods out one after another after opening the factory gate, Yin Zhaoyang would have thought Ji Jue was crazy.

Facts proved that Ji Jue was not crazy.

Then it was Yin Zhaoyang's turn to be crazy.

Three o'clock in the middle of the night, damn three o'clock in the middle of the night!!! Yin Zhaoyang had just closed his eyes and squinted for a while, but you dog thing didn't sleep and came to mess with me at this time?!

When receiving the news, Yin Zhaoyang was sleepy and hadn't reacted yet, still wanting to close his eyes and sleep for a while, but after reacting, he climbed up trembling like an electric shock, and his underpants were about to be soaked in sweat.

What the hell? What happened?!

What exactly happened?!

How long is this damn? Counting fully, it hasn't been a month, and the Coastal Automobile Factory has resumed production and even launched new products? It's like a ghost story, grass!

He just wanted to pinch Ji Jue's neck and pull him up to question: How did you do it?!

In a daze and hundred-face confusion, Yin Zhaoyang didn't dare to answer the phone, but the phone vibrated again and again, until he finally summoned the courage.

"What's going on?" Shang Tongwen's voice was full of coldness: "How exactly do you do things?"

"I... I..."

I don't know either!

"Waste!"

Before the phone hung up, Shang Tongwen finally left a sentence: "Check for me."

Then, Yin Zhaoyang started to check, from Yacheng to Chaocheng to Chuancheng, and as a result, he didn't receive any news at all. Every car dealer boss swore to him that, let alone new cars, even if a hair of the Coastal Automobile Factory came, they could eat the signboard.

All sales channels in the market simply didn't have half a ghost shadow.

But the raw materials of the Coastal Automobile Factory were still entering truck by truck, and the finished products were pulled out truck by truck...

Until Yin Zhaoyang gave up inquiring and used the stupidest method, sending people to follow behind, and finally found out the whereabouts of that large batch of goods.

Hefang, Sanzhishan, West, Tianning, Shanmen, Yinjiang...

All damn are large and small gathering places outside the city in Haizhou, those villages and towns scattered in the wilderness with at most tens of thousands of people, at least five or six hundred.

Different from the stable city, that is a village and town like nomads avoiding disaster beasts, moving irregularly, or simply digging for minerals and resources to survive.

Dozens or hundreds of cars are scattered among them, just like water flowing into the desert, and they are digested and disappeared in an instant.

And among them, the largest shipment... Quancheng?!

Damn Quancheng!

Quancheng has been a ruin for decades, who are you selling the car to!

Not right...

At the moment of reaction, Yin Zhaoyang was struck by lightning.

Who said Quancheng has no people?

I am afraid that in the wilderness outside the city nowadays, no gathering place can be more lively than Quancheng.

Quancheng, which has been removed from pollution and evil, returned to the present world, is just a ruin for city people... but for the villages and gathering points scattered in the wilderness outside the city, it is completely an inexhaustible treasure house!

At this moment, Quancheng.

Afternoon sun is gentle.

The roaring sound continued, dust flew in the distance, and in the ruins of the city, a broken building slowly collapsed.

"Oh, what a good weather."

On the reinforced roof, Chen Yubo lay on a folding chair, sipping iced bubble water, blowing the wind comfortably.

In the ruins of the city in the distance, the streets full of broken bricks and tiles, the sound of tractors continued, people coming and going, traffic. In just a few months, garbage men from all over Haizhou flocked here, digging for treasure, looking for everything of value in the ruins.

With more people, naturally, new gathering areas will be formed.

There are still quite a few pollution residues in Quancheng, but in the open places outside the city, a brand-new settlement has risen, absorbing the nutrients remaining from the old days and growing strongly.

In this lawless place far from the city, there is no morality or custom to speak of. People meeting and not pulling guns at each other can be considered loving peace.

Under huge interests, competition, fighting, and life-and-death grievances are naturally like bamboo shoots after rain.

Even if it has been handled by the Security Bureau and the Association, there are still a lot of treasures and wealth that big people don't care about in the ruins.

Not to mention, even steel cables and copper materials can be sold for a good price if they are recycled. Not to mention gold and silver or good things like antiques.

Myths of getting rich overnight continue to be staged in front of people.

And a large number of energetic folk organizations, local gatherings, and companies naturally smelled the taste and rushed over first... Among them, the first batch to enter and occupy the greatest advantage is undoubtedly the Wilderness Market of Yacheng.

Chen Xingzhou naturally wouldn't let go of this opportunity to extend his influence. With fat meat in front, he definitely prioritized his own brother's Yulou Trade.

Under the arrangement of his own brother, he didn't even need to do anything. Just recycling waste here and then turning it around, he could make a lot of money in and out.

Not to mention the many side businesses developed because of this...

"Boss, boss, sold crazy, sold crazy!!!"

The subordinate with a flushed face rushed down from upstairs, excited and almost fell: "Car, car, is there any more?

The garbage men outside are lining up to want cars, some even pay directly, not even bargaining..."

He said with eyebrows dancing: "The people in Chaocheng can't sit still, hired people to buy, you should really see the face of the guy with the scar at that time... With such a large demand, the rebate of the car factory can be talked about again!"

"Money money money, annoying to death, all day long is money, helping between friends, what money to talk about."

Chen Yubo frowned impatiently and waved his hand: "Just sell one if there is one, remember to hit the brand of the coast, understand?"

"Oh, and—"

He patted his head: "Add two hundred yuan to the security company, every day, hey, professional is powerful! This time, the guys in Chuancheng, who dares to stab me?"

After explaining, after sunning enough, Chen Yubo hummed a song and went downstairs, driving the pink little tricycle given to him to go out for a ride.

It's really quiet years.

As for the burden, that is someone else's job.

In the courtyard of Yulou Trade, in the noise like a vegetable market, it was already crowded. A large amount of waste was piled up in the corner, waiting for classification and processing.

Two long queues, one long queue is waiting to acquire waste, and another long queue... actually came to buy a car. "Damn, isn't this a support hired by the second child?"

Lu Feng, who was picking his feet at the door, had never seen such a battle, scratching his head and couldn't figure it out.

Didn't that guy say he went to build a car? How did he build it so fast?

And... does a small tricycle count as a car?

In the first two days, those small tricycles were placed at the door, and no one looked at them. As a result, after the first one was bought by a unlucky guy whose car exploded, the situation began to be wrong.

People started to come more and more!

A small tricycle actually dared to sell for 51,000, this is not a small amount.

If you really have money to spend, who would come to Quancheng to pick up garbage.

But the garbage men who came later, after confirming that the bean-logo small tricycle was bought here, their eyes were shining one by one.

Even there are people coming to wholesale.

It made the courtyard of Yulou Trade almost become the sales store of Coastal Automobile Factory.

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"Old Liu, Old Liu!" Seeing someone cutting in line, Lu Feng frowned immediately: "Where the hell did he go? Keep order!"

A dark-skinned man immediately emerged wielding a rubber baton, cursing as he began to maintain order.

And at the very front of the line, a new sign was hung up.

"What does this mean?"

The scavenger, who had already pulled out half the money, was furious: "Not selling anymore?"

"Cash change and bookkeeping for both sides is too much trouble. The boss's meaning is, no more money accepted; settle everything with that side over there. If you want to buy, just bring materials to trade, and you can even get a discount."

Upon hearing this, the scavengers were stunned for a moment, then immediately ecstatic.

You have to know, the one thing Quancheng is not short of these days is trash; rounding it up, what the hell is the difference between this and giving it away for free?!

They didn't even need to make a call; a single whistle would bring a mountain of trash delivered over.

Scrapped cars, steel cables, and copper wires poured in endlessly, truckload after truckload dumped inside, and then one small tricycle after another drove away in high spirits.

Later on, even when there was no stock left, they would rather hold the queue ticket and wait than settle with cash.

So much so that... when the people sent by Shang Tongwen arrived at the settlements around Quancheng, they couldn't buy a single one.

Helpless, they had no choice but to pay extra, being treated as 'idiots from the city,' and spent over a hundred thousand to buy a second-hand one that had been used for a week to go back and report.

To save time, they even used air freight, and the airship express line delivered it overnight to the factory area of Echo Industrial in the East City.

In the empty factory, under the spotlights, the summoned team of experts surrounded the small tricycle, circling it four, five, seven, or eight times, before turning their heads in unison to look at Shang Tongwen:

"This is a car?"

Shang Tongwen was expressionless, with nothing to say.

At this very moment, the only thing filling the entire vast factory was a silence and awkwardness so thick it was almost tangible.

It was like a grand meeting for the annual best car model selection...

"The Family Sedan That Won by Lying Down"

"Pickups and Vans Are Also Well-Deserved"

"Trucks Are Fine Too"

"What Is a Small Tricycle?"

Even if the boss was generous with money, the fact that everyone was called here just for this kind of thing left the experts on the team sweating, while also feeling a sense of bizarre absurdity.

Was it worth it?

Everyone rushed here in the middle of the night, thinking a strong competitor or a new technological achievement had appeared on the market, only to arrive and see a small tricycle.

Even if Echo was underperforming, it shouldn't be squeezed out of the market by such a thing, right?

Under the spotlights, every mud spot and scratch on the small tricycle seemed to be shining. Since leaving the factory, it had never enjoyed such high-level treatment.

Chartered transport, expert consultation—it had it all; life was finally looking up...

You wouldn't even need an expert; if you dragged Lu Feng over from the repair shop, he could give a sharp review in minutes: "Obvious at a glance, trash."

It was practically a synonym for shoddy workmanship!

Rough, too rough!

At best, it was just an iron shell welded onto a frame to make a cabin; apart from the frame, the doors were just thin sheet metal that emitted a pathetic echo when knocked.

It didn't even have paint!

It only had a large bean-pod logo etched on the front and a Coast Auto Factory trademark stuck on the rear.

And look at the hodgepodge chassis, folks!

It very vividly embodied the former style of Coast Auto Factory—rent rather than buy, never research on your own.

Every process, design, and structure chose existing and field-tested methods; there wasn't a shred of innovation. It was an epic Frankenstein's monster, and one couldn't tell which grave it had been dug out of.

On the entire vehicle, the most valuable part, besides the rare one-piece frame, was probably that classic Pentium-type heavy-fuel engine.

Old specifications, old model, advanced version, and it was imported all the way from the Thousand Islands just to break the blockade...

The cheapest type in its specification.

Apart from having high power and being easy to repair, it was useless.

The noise was so loud that when the car started, it could be used as a horn; the fuel consumption was so high that gas stations would move next door to your house overnight; the exhaust was so thick that a child could turn into a blackie just by slipping behind the car.

It was ten thousand percent intentional; it was the type that would throw the new environmental regulations on the ground, stomp on them, and even leave a clear footprint.

Not happy? If you're not happy, come and mess with me.

I am a small tricycle!

Can you really get the Central City Environmental Protection Bureau to enforce the law in the wilderness of Haizhou? Those brothers would have to teach you what local customs are.

Other than that, it had nothing.

The whole tricycle, besides being rough, was just plain destitute.

Seat ventilation and heating?

Keep dreaming; it's a small tricycle, what more do you want? Even the car's audio system was added by the owner later. Aside from this frame, there wasn't a shred of technical content.

But yet...

"Hmm?"

The engineer lying underneath looking directly at the chassis was stunned, then stunned again, and couldn't help but mutter in disbelief.

"So free..."

(End of chapter)