No matter how many quarrels and grievances were, Beibei could not resist Peng Cheng. The two of them searched for a long time in the second-hand bicycle market under the overpass, but they didn't pick a single one. Bicycle objects have long been replaced by cars. There are still many in the second-hand bicycle market under the overpass. Beibei touched her less than 150 yuan, which was borrowed from Xiao Ai just now. It was not much, and it was also her only remaining credibility and the only thing she could get.

There was a fat white old man at the end of the market. The old man had a linen apron tied around his waist, which was yellow one after another, and it was probably not washed clean. Next to the old man's stool was a thick black leather, which was quite thick, only 1.5 meters wide, and it was very long. Linlin's various tools were placed. Next to the black leather, there was a bicycle, which was the one that Peng Cheng had liked at the beginning.

The dark green 26 bicycle is new, and the body is particularly light. With just one hand, Peng Cheng can easily pick it up. It seems that after riding it for a while, the front, handlebars or rings of this car are still brand new, but the area with the rubber surface can be seen, and it is a little old.

Peng Cheng rode his bicycle back and forth on the road for two laps, and suddenly he ran faster. Beibei looked away and could no longer find anyone. After a while, he turned back from behind, braked and stopped at the forefront of the black-skinned boy. He seemed to agree with it and said to the busy old man: "Uncle, how much does it cost?"

"One Hundred and Eight." The old man shouted brightly, like a storyteller. He didn't look at the car. Weimi's little eyes smiled, as if he was very sure of the car. "Young man, don't worry, the car I transferred out is more durable than the new car."

When Peng Cheng heard the 18-year-old monies, he didn't say whether it was OK or not. He just smiled sarcastically, shook his head and left.

The huge second-hand car market is under the overpass in the city center. I think this location is the best. The scene is no longer as good as before, and there is still a big block left. Peng Cheng looked at himself and tried two more, but he seemed not very satisfied. After a long time, he turned to the west end of the big market. Standing here, there were rows of people, they could see the back of the old man repairing the car.

"Wife, that car is very good, it's very easy to walk." Peng Chengyao looked over there and talked to Beibei beside him.

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"What to do depends on how you say it. If you can't understand the words, you can't understand the things. If you don't understand the words, the same words will inevitably have different results." If you don't agree with this, it only means that you don't have the wisdom to understand, let alone explain it.

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"Then just buy it." Beibei was a little tired. She was impatient. This was not entirely because she had walked too much. Peng Cheng walked straight ahead, and she could only follow her back and forth.

"One hundred and eight, it's too expensive. The old man can't tell you now, but he can't sell it either."

"Why don't we go and talk to the old man to try it." Beibei asked again. She could see that Peng Cheng liked the car, and with that car, he would definitely not look down on others. She flipped through her pocket, added all the change from the inside out. "The money was enough."

Peng Cheng looked at Qian so cautiously, raised his eyebrows and looked at Beibei, and turned around and headed towards the old man.

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"Uncle, how much does this car cost?"

"One Hundred and Eight." The second time I turned around, the old man's One Hundred and Eight said even more confidently.

"I said, uncle, look at the car over there is only 120 yuan, why do you have to be so expensive?" Peng Cheng squatted down, as tall as the old man sitting on a small stool.

"My car is good. Look at this brand. What are they playing? They are all miscellaneous brands." The old man held the wrench and pointed at his car anxiously. He seemed very dissatisfied with Peng Cheng comparing this car with those miscellaneous cars. He was a little angry. "I have debugged the car. Young man, you don't know how to do it. I have repaired the car for so many years, and I can't sell it either."

Seeing this attitude, Peng Cheng stood up and pulled Beibei who was still confused by her side: "Let's go, then we won't buy it." Then he turned around and said to the old man: "Uncle, you are paying the price for people! What kind of second-hand brand can be worth? Who can take the bicycle seriously in this year? I think you have been there for several days, so you can keep it! I will come again next week, and you can still sell this car here."

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In the evening, Peng Cheng called, and the cold outside the window was less cold than the heating in the room. The young man spoke and felt a whirring wind, but the boss's voice: "Wife, come out, my husband will take you to the park for a walk, and you bring a chair cushion."

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"How did you buy the car?"

Peng Cheng rode Beibei and walked towards the park on his bicycle. He rode over the dark green car. When Beibei walked out of the woods, Peng Cheng was pedaling towards him with strength. Facing the north wind, his white little face was red, and his little jacket was shoving open. He didn't know that it was cold, and his teeth were exposed.

"Wife, you don't know that there is a grilled cold noodles next to the park that is delicious. I'll take you to try it."

Beibei pinched the thirty dollars in his hand and sat on the back shelf of the bicycle. She was very happy. The car was not ready in the morning, and the little Beifeng was so cold that Peng Cheng refused to buy it. He thought it was too expensive and insisted on letting Beibei go home. He insisted on leaving the money for him and asked him to buy a car. Unexpectedly, not only did he buy the car in the evening, but there were still thirty left, and the car only cost 120 yuan.

"How did you buy the car?" Beibei asked again, and she obviously didn't hear Peng Cheng's excuse.

"I'll just chat with him! That old man is very good, so he sold it to me." Peng Cheng pedaled hard while agreeing casually.

"I left and you two chatted? What did you say?" Beibei asked him with some confusion. She had seen the old man's determination and stubbornness, so why did she sell it again?

"I don't know either! I'm just chatting! Then he said, "It's better to sell the things to people who don't know the car, and you'll buy them!"

Beibei chuckled out loud, and the little happiness that saved money completely blinded her eyes: "Let's chat! What can you chat with?"
Chapter completed!