Chapter 387: Adoration

Translator:Lan_

Editor:Efydatia

"Great! Perfect! Pass!

"

The voice put an end to the shot, as well as the romance.

Qin Guan opened his eyes and looked at the 17 year-old boy. He looked flushed and lost in tender feelings.

The Asian boy had attracted his attention without any effort. His expression and body were an undeniable invitation for Alex.

"He… Hello. Do you have any spare time tonight?

" The popular high school boy was asking that for the first time in his life.

Qin Guan was stunned. He pushed the door open and went out, exposing himself to the onlookers.

"Wow! Excellent, dude!

"

Everyone applauded Qin Guan’s figure. American people always appreciated the beauty of the human body.

Qin Guan turned his head around with the warmest, brightest smile in the world. He put his hand on Alex’s hair and smoothed it down.

"Thank you for the invitation, but I am busy tonight...

"

Qin Guan pointed out of the window. A simple Ford was parked out on the yard. Alex saw a comely Asian girl sitting in the passenger seat.

He grimaced and tried to say something. but it was in vain. His wet blonde hair was pasted on his forehead.

Qin Guan patted his head gently again, put on his clothes and left.

Cong Nianwei was waiting for him, and the driver was undoubtedly Xu Xiaoxiao. They had decided to buy a car after the shooting.

Most car dealing companies were in the suburbs, where there was enough space for cars of different brands.

Unlike the single-brand 4S companies in China, in the US every dealer could sell different brands. In the event of an economic depression, they could even sell private second-hand cars.

In late 2002, there was no online platform for trading second-hand cars. Acquaintances always sold and bought cars from each other. Xu himself was also a greenhand in that field. All his family’s cars had been purchased by his father, but he still wanted to buy a car for himself.

Lan Jin had recommended a company to Qin Guan, but at the sight of the price list, Qin Guan had rejected his suggestion immediately.

Prices between 60,000 and 80,000 dollars were reasonable for the Chinese, but unnecessary for New Yorkers.

In 10 minutes, they had driven to the biggest dealership in the suburbs. Flocks of cars of different colors and shapes were parked outside the company building.

In the US, the average person had only two choices when purchasing a car: Japanese or American. Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei were facing the same dilemma.

The salesman was a short but smart guy, who gave his practised speech before them.

"American cars are safer. The steel is thick, and the frame is quite large. The accelerator and brakes are steady...

"

"People say that American cars are heavy and suffer from high fuel consumption, but we can deal with that. Ford and Chevy are much better than A.

"

"Look at this one. It’s got plenty of space inside. It's very safe and comfortable.

"

Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei smiled politely. Actually, they were planning on buying a Ford for their first car, but the details were also important.

Qin Guan showed his ability of collecting data once again. He was no longer the weak boy in that film, but a confident man.

"As far as I know, the Japanese are leading in MGP 1. Most of their cars can reach 25-30 MGP. This one though...

" He patted the blue Ford, creating an echo.

"It’s a household car, so it can only reach 18-22 MGP. The international price for raw petroleum went up again. Considering the current economic situation...

"

The salesman grimaced slightly. That Asian boy is so cunning. He will not buy a Japanese car, but he keeps talking about the advantages of Japanese brands. He is waiting for me to lower the price.

"This is my final offer. You can see the labels on all the new cars. Of course, if you are interested in a second-hand car, I have some cars for only 2,000 dollars... No, a 200-dollar gas-filling card is the most I can offer you...

"

When they were done negotiating, Qin Guan bought the blue Ford with a temporary licence plate.

In two weeks, the dealership would finish all the necessary procedures, including getting him a formal plate.

Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei drove off in the blue car, waving farewell at the salesman, whose heart was hurting as if it had been stomped over by a thousand fat horses.