Chapter 40: Go Look at Motorcycles

After Ye Cheng came out, he gave Xiao Hu 1500, kept 3300 for himself; this money is really usable for himself.

Xiao Hu also, with a stingy look, put the money away, then looked at Ye Cheng and asked, "Brother, where are we going now? No need to go back so early, right?"

"Not going back, since we're here, let's go find a place to hang out."

"Brother, how about we go to Jiankang Road? I heard there's lots of good food there, plus an internet cafe. I heard they have a shooting game that's really fun, said to be 3D, first look makes you want to vomit; how about we go surf the net?" Xiao Hu felt an itch in his heart.

Women like to go shopping, men generally have no interest in shopping, unless it's an internet cafe or a game arcade.

The shooting game Xiao Hu mentioned is CS, which became popular for decades later; it has just come out not long ago.

As the first 3D first-person shooter game, it became a hit in all internet cafes as soon as it came out.

Back then, internet cafe games were still stuck on Red Alert before; this 3D game's release made eyes completely unaccustomed, plus computer specs were mediocre then, frame drops were severe, so many people felt dizzy and blurred vision watching it.

Later, after getting used to it, it got better; Ye Cheng back then also had fought in internet cafes for several all-nighters.

Back then, internet cafes would each find a group of people, face to face, playing while mocking each other; often the game shooting turned into real-life fights.

This also indirectly shows that the game's playability is really high.

As a modern person, having played 3A blockbusters, letting him play the oldest CS now, he really has no interest.

"What internet cafe? Let's go, we're going to look at vehicles."

"Huh? Brother, you want to buy a car? That's expensive." Xiao Hu looked at Ye Cheng in surprise; nowadays cars are cheaper than in the 80s-90s, but even the cheap ones cost several ten thousand.

"Can't afford a car, let's go look at motorcycles; it'll be more convenient to go into the city later."

"Motorcycles are great, brother; the neighboring village has several people who bought motorcycles, it's awesome."

"Last time I asked them to let me ride, they all refused."

"If they won't, forget it; we'll buy our own, then you can ride however you want, and we won't have to let Li Yong earn this fare."

"All right, brother, from now on you have to lend it to me to ride."

"Okay, enough talk."

Ye Cheng really plans to buy a motorcycle; bicycles are too inconvenient, and besides, he'll need to sell goods later, having a motorcycle would be much more convenient for himself.

Motorcycles, this thing, were relatively rare domestically early on; they were all imported foreign brands, and the expensive ones were really costly.

Later, domestic production began to appear with several homegrown brands; regardless of whose technology, the price really became much cheaper, although not as cheap as later electric motorcycles, but compared to cars that often cost over a hundred thousand, the cost-performance ratio is really high.

Ye Cheng remembers there were several big brands: Lifan, Jialing, Zongshen, etc., with similar price ranges.

Donghai Shi has a Lifan motorcycle store, but Ye Cheng doesn't know exactly where.

He walked to the roadside, where several motorcycles were parked; these are motorcycle taxis.

The most stylish guys of this era are like today's delivery boys.

In 2002, most people couldn't afford cars or motorcycles; when going out, it was either public bus, bicycle, or taking a taxi.

Taxis were too expensive, so motorcycle taxis, abbreviated as "mo de", emerged; sitting on the back seat of a motorcycle, one enjoys the feeling of racing through wind and electricity.

They are generally middle-aged men aged 30-50, who buy a motorcycle with family savings and then park at the roadside waiting for passengers.

In the city center, it's usually 3-4 yuan for a direct ride; farther out, there are also 10 yuan rides.

In a day they can also earn several tens of yuan; if lucky, over a hundred, which is also a decent income.

Moreover, the time is flexible, there's business from morning to night, and no need to get any licenses.

"Brother, where to?" the motorcycle taxi driver, seeing business, quickly kicked twice to start the motorcycle.

"To the Lifan specialty store."

"Sure, we often go there, it's not far, 3 yuan."

After saying that, the big brother twisted the throttle, the car quickly entered the traffic flow, and Xiao Hu sat on another motorcycle taxi behind.

This is the only drawback of motorcycle taxis: one vehicle can only carry one person.

The wind whooshed past the ears, making people unable to help but feel their mood improve.

Every time Ye Cheng gets on a motorcycle, he thinks of Hua Zi's "If Heaven Has Feeling, Heaven Too Ages", the white wedding dress, the bleeding Hua Zi, and that white war chariot, paired with later music, it's simply superb.

The Lifan specialty store is not far; the motorcycle taxi got them there in less than ten minutes.

"Xiao Hu, pay." Ye Cheng called out.

"Oh, why is it me again?" Xiao Hu muttered, pulling out 6 yuan, gave it to a master; they'll figure out how to break the money and split change.

This store should be Donghai Shi's flagship store; the shop displays several more motorcycles for exhibition.

"Brother, buying a motorcycle?" a staff member came up.

"Hmm, just want to have a look."

"Come in and have a look; we're the biggest motorcycle store in Donghai Shi, we have all displacements; what are you here for, to run a motorcycle taxi?"

"No, it's for me to ride myself; sometimes I'll haul some cargo."

"Impressive, brother, you look like a boss at first glance." The staff member gave a small compliment.

Ye Cheng smiled faintly, neither admitting nor denying, "Give us an introduction; I've never been here before."

"Okay, actually this depends on your budget; our cheapest is this 100cc, starting at 4000 yuan. Then we also have 125cc, starting at 6000 yuan."

"If you want something bigger, there's also 150cc, and more."

Hearing this price, Ye Cheng frowned a bit, it exceeded his expectations; he thought motorcycles of this era should be obtainable for around 3000 yuan.

Even the cheapest starts at 4000 yuan; no wonder it's the darling of this era.

That 100cc one, Ye Cheng looked at it; it's the same model as the motorcycle taxi they just rode; this type is for commuting; if they were to go from the village to Donghai Shi, choosing this would be the most economical and suitable.

"Can we add a rack at the back? I need to haul cargo." Ye Cheng asked.

"Sure, not to mention hauling cargo, even gas cylinders can be pulled; you can do it here, or just find any motorcycle repair shop on the roadside to install it." The staff member said confidently.

Thinking about it, this era actually has its advantages: modifications are generally not regulated, unlike later times when electric motorcycles have many requirements.

"How about it, take one? The store has stock now, no need to wait."

"Next time, today we don't have enough money."

As soon as they heard Ye Cheng didn't have enough money, the clerk didn't mind too much, "Alright, then you guys look around and ask me if you need anything."

After the clerk walked away, Xiao Hu came over, his face already showing the words "eager".

"Brother, how about I lend you some money so we can scrape together 4000 to buy one?"