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Chapter 143 One thousand of each model

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    If it were other types of aircraft models, Evans would not have been able to answer so quickly. With his brain that has been rusted for more than 20 years, it would be difficult for him to carry so many models.

    However, the P-38 model is an exception. It's not that this number has any special meaning to Evans, but because the shape of this aircraft is too weird. Even if the number is wrong among the sixty models, Evans has no special meaning for it.  The impression was also very profound.

    The old man said "Oh" and walked out of the door. Only then did Evans realize that the old man was leaning on a cane. He quickly took out an atlas from his bag, led Ryan towards him in two steps, and helped him.  Elderly resident: "Sir, I don't have the model on me, but you can take a look at this album. I guarantee to God that the style of the model is exactly the same as the one in the album. As for the material, the model is made of aluminum that can only be used on real aircraft."  Magnesium alloy, look here, here, and here.¡±

    ¡°As he spoke, Evans clicked a few times on the album and continued: ¡°They are all moving parts, almost the same as the real machine.¡±

    "The metal plate on top can be removed, and you can see the very beautiful skeleton inside!" As soon as Evans finished speaking, Ryan added crisply on the side.

    The old man¡¯s ferocious face immediately smiled when he heard this, and reached out to touch Ryan¡¯s head: ¡°According to what you say, doesn¡¯t it look like a real airplane?¡±

    "Yes, sir, my dad has one in his bag. Although it is not the model you specified, their workmanship is the same." In addition to going to school, Ryan followed Evans to sell models door to door. Over time, a small picture  I also developed my mouth.

    Hearing this, the old man smiled even more kindly, and turned to look at Evans. Evans immediately took out a model sample from his bag, which is an F-4 "Phantom" fighter jet currently in service in the U.S. Air Force.

    Opening the tin box, what came into view were two beautiful model photos. The old man¡¯s eyes immediately narrowed. He couldn¡¯t help it, the photos were so vivid, and one of them turned out to be a MiG-21 chasing the Soviet Union.

    The composition of the picture is very delicate. Only the tail part of the MiG-21 is exposed, while the F-4 is sideways behind. The shark mouth painting under the nose of the aircraft looks extremely fierce, giving people a sense of fierceness that will not give up until it takes a bite of meat.  .

    The old man liked it very much at first sight and asked Evans: "Which aerial photographer took this photo? This moment is really difficult to capture."

    "No, sir, it's not an aerial photographer, but a model aircraft produced by the manufacturer." Evans shook his head, with a very happy smile on his face. Although the goods given by Factory 23 were miscellaneous,  All of them are very conscientious, especially each model comes with two photos that are comparable to the real machine, which is the finishing touch of each model.

    ¡°More than half of the several models he sold before were purchased after seeing the photos. It¡¯s a pity that photos like this are only placed in the models. Evans doesn¡¯t have any extra ones, otherwise the sales volume should be better.

    Now that the photo killing is happening again, Evans feels that this time the business is almost guaranteed.

    Sure enough, when the old man put down the photo and picked up the proportional F-4 fighter jet with shark mouth paint inside, his face showed undisguised affection.

    The texture of metal, the ferocious paint, and what¡¯s more, every detail on it, even the traces of rivets are clearly identifiable. It can be said that apart from being unable to fly, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a condensed version of the F-4 fighter.

    "Sir, you can remove the small button on the back of the wing, right here." Ryan on the side pointed at the aircraft and told the old man the details. The old man followed the instructions and opened the small button that was integrated with the rivet, and only heard "pop~~  "With a sound, a piece of skin on the wing bounced up, revealing the detailed internal structure inside, including the wing fuel tank, the entangled circuits, and the retracted landing gear.

    ¡°Oh my God, this is a work of art!¡±

    The old man only glanced at it and let out an exclamation. Then he raised his eyes and looked at Evans, with a somewhat excited expression on his face: "Is the same for P-38?"

    "Yes, sir, the workmanship is the same. Except that it cannot fly, it is exactly the same as the real machine."

    "Okay, how many do you have? I want them all!" The old man didn't even ask the price, and was ready to take all the P-38s in Evans' hands.

    Happiness came so suddenly, Evans was a little confused, but the next moment he said with a depressed expression: "Sir, I only have two P-38s on hand at the moment. If you want them, I will go back and bring them to you."

    "Two?"

    The old man was a little disappointed after hearing this, and then looked at the F-4 in his hand: "Then I want this one too, and the other two P-38s will be sent as soon as possible. My name is Lindemann. I hope you can come on 6  Deliver it before 0:00, I have been at home during this time."

    "Oh, this is my business card!" Evans immediately handed over his business card, and Lindemann glanced at the words on the business card.He wrote and nodded: "Okay, Mr. Evans, you can tell me the price and I will pay you right away."

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    Selling three models at one time, Evans had never had a sales record. When Evans delivered the remaining two P-38s to Lindemann's home, he excitedly handed over the Ruijie as soon as he left the yard.  En picked him up and threw him in the air twice. Ryan was also very happy. One thousand five hundred dollars was enough for the father and son to leave their simple temporary RV and rent a nice old-fashioned apartment.

    So the two father and son unanimously decided to celebrate today, so they went directly to a mid-range restaurant and had a long-missed delicious steak and foie gras; then they went to a nearby amusement park to have a good time, and waited until late at night.  Only then did they both drag their exhausted bodies back to the dilapidated small home renovated from an n-hand RV.

    As a result, before they could enter the door, the owner of the grocery store next to him shouted angrily at the two father and son: "Evans, there is someone who has been calling here, saying that he wants to find you. We have been arguing for two hours. Weiwei and I  Ann is going crazy, oh my god, here we go again.¡±

    Before he finished speaking, the phone of the grocery store rang again. Evans looked a little embarrassed. He had no money to install a phone, so he could only print the phone number of the grocery store on his business card. Of course, these were not free.

    So when he came to the door of the grocery store, the boss extended his hand rudely. Evans took out two dollars and patted the boss's hand. Then he picked up the phone and said: "Hello, I'm Evans."  .¡±

    Immediately, a loud voice came from the receiver: "Hello, Mr. Evans, this is Lindemann. Your model airplane today is really good. I wonder if there are more airplanes? It's best to have two."  Aircraft from World War II, you know what us veterans like most are the old guys from back then.¡±

    After hearing this, Evans was a little excited. He calmed down for a while and then said calmly: "How much do you want?"

    "It would be best if there were a thousand," Lindemann said.

    "Then tell me the model number, and I will get a thousand of them for you as soon as possible." Evans knew that he was in luck, and tried his best to control himself not to get too excited.

    But Lindemann¡¯s next words almost made him breathless with excitement: ¡°No, Mr. Evans, it¡¯s not a thousand of all models combined, but a thousand of each model.¡±

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