After various inquiries and experiments between the two, it was finally confirmed that the massage chair was indeed broken.

Hans said discouragedly: "Don't shit, insurance sells all smart people. I should have thought that if this massage chair is not broken, how could he not use it?"

Li Du asked, "Is this worthless?"

Hans shook his head: "That's not, it's just that the value will drop by half. I expect this massage chair to be sold for 10,000 yuan, but now it's estimated that it will be only 5,000 or 6,000 yuan."

"Didn't you say it's worth 20,000 yuan?"

"I'm talking about a new product worth 20,000 yuan. Is this a second-hand product OK? It's half the value!"

The 12,000 yuan I got in the plan turned into 3,000 yuan, and Li Du's heart suddenly turned from boiling blood to cold.

He asked unwillingly: "Can't we fix it ourselves? How come your car is only mortgaged for 2,500 yuan?"

The Ford F150 is the most popular pickup truck in the United States. It starts at 26,000 yuan, and he thinks he can mortgage 10,000 yuan.

Hans explained to him: "First of all, my car has run 200,000 miles, and I have done too much heavy work, so the value is greatly reduced. Secondly, I am mortgaged, not selling it, and the mortgage price is very low, but I will redeem it in the future and the ransom will be low."

"Then how about we borrow money to repair it?"

"Do you have friends who can borrow money? I don't." Hans said very alone.

Li Du looked at him with a slanted eye: "I only have Hannah to borrow money."

Hans immediately stood up and said firmly: "No! Just sell it according to the damage. Anyway, you can make some money, and you have the starting capital!"

Li Du had no objection. Hans' protection of his sister left a good impression on him. If this guy really encouraged him to borrow money from Hannah, he would only cooperate with Hans this time.

He stayed away from those who dared to even think about their sister's money.

At night, Li Du slept in the bedroom, and Hans slept directly on the massage chair.

This massage chair is indeed luxurious and high-tech. It can be completely flat and the wide and soft chair covers the human body, making it more comfortable than sleeping on the bed.

Hannah was startled after coming back from night shift. After seeing it clearly, she was immediately delighted: "God bless you really got this massage chair?"

Hans got up in a daze: "Well, has God told you that your dear brother wants to have a bottle of beer after getting up."

"There is no beer, two glasses of hot milk!" Hannah glared.

While Hannah was washing, they moved the massage chair out first, then quickly finished breakfast and closed the door and left, leaving Hannah with a quiet rest space.

"Okay, where will you sell it next?" Li Du asked.

Hans patted his chest and said, "Leave this to me, Boss Fu has deep connections!"

He didn't boast about this. At about noon, he contacted yesterday's truck to take the massage chair away and went to a grocery store.

The second-hand trading market in the United States is very developed, whether it is used cars, second-hand computers, or even second-hand clothes and shoes, there are all kinds of stores.

The stores they go to not only sell new products, but also deal with second-hand items.

Seeing Hans, an old man with a clear face and a silver haired man walked out and smiled and said, "Oh, Boss Fu, my young man, have you gone to Los Angeles? Why have you returned to this small place?"

Hans smirked: "I went to Los Angeles to open my eyes, but in fact my roots are in Flagstaff."

"Then you come to me to borrow money, right?"

"Of course not!" Hans said in an exaggerated tone, "I'm here to give you money, old man, I'm not kidding, look, what is this?"

The truck's compartment opened, revealing the face of the massage chair.

Seeing this chair, the boss smiled: "Very good, Kaisle multi-function electric space capsule, is this a second generation product? Great guy."

"Tell me about this massage chair. I want to know more about this." Hans said enthusiastically.

The boss nodded and said, "I won't talk about the history of Kaishile, I will introduce this kind of chair."

"We know that in 1956, motor gear technology was applied to high-end seats. In 1970, integrated circuit board technology was applied to various fields such as industry, military, communication and remote control."

"Kesle was inspired by it and developed a gear massage chair and an integrated electronic control massage chair, which successfully entered the market."

"In 2008, Kaiser was very good at applying storage microcontroller technology to massage chairs and developed a microcomputer CNC massage chair, which is a generation of multi-functional electric space capsule."

After introducing the technology, the boss asked them to lift the chair down and plug it in, and continued:

"This massage chair has Bluetooth music and LED lights, and uses a front-sliding space cradle design, giving the seat an S+L space curved track shape. When used, it looks like a half-wrapped space capsule. This is the origin of its name."

"Compared with the first generation, the second generation has improved some designs, such as adding a foot massage roller, an adjustable massage belt, a Thai stretching leg slimming machine, etc."

Speaking of this, the boss of the LCD screen that was operating frowned: "Oh, hell, this machine is broken."

"But the bad ones are not bad, it's just that the motor has some problems. I bet you can fix it because you are the skillful Uncle Kevin." Hans said immediately.

The boss said proudly: "Of course I can fix it, but the price is not what you think."

"Would you buy it?"

The boss nodded: "I'm willing, if it's brand new and usable, I'm willing to pay 10,000 yuan. As for now, it's about 5,000 yuan."

Hans laughed: "No, Uncle Kevin, you can't cheat me like this. I think it's worth 8,000 yuan, right?"

"Eight thousand yuan? Please help me repair it? Five thousand five hundred yuan, no more."

"I am willing to take a step back, 7,500 yuan. This machine belongs to you. After repairing it, you can sell it for 17,500 yuan!"

"You can really talk nonsense, for the sake of the friendship between the Kevin and the Fox family, it's 6,000 yuan."

"Okay, okay, lunch is coming soon, let's stop talking nonsense. Why not sell it to you like this, 7,000 yuan, and then you invite us to have lunch and let my new guy taste Kevin's roasted lamb chops!"

"Six thousand five hundred yuan, eat any roasted lamb chops."

Hans looked at Li Du: "Brother, what about your opinion?"

Li Du was stunned by their bargaining confrontation. He thought it was the aunt in the vegetable market bargaining with the stall owner.

Hans' words pulled back to his god, and he nodded and said, "I have no objection, just do it."

The massage chair was lifted in, and Boss Kevin ordered a thick stack of Franklin green bills for them, and then took them to the yard behind the store where the oven was set up.

Hans introduced to Li Du: "Kevin's roasted lamb steaks are famous in Flagstaff City. They are sheep raised on their own farms. They will eat them hard later."

Li Du smiled slightly: "Don't worry about this."

The lamb chops were marinated in advance, and they were rosy in color and exquisite marble stripes, which looked good at first glance.

Americans are very good at barbecue, especially in yard barbecue, which is a must-have cooking method for every family.

Boss Kevin churned the lamb chops with a clip and soon roasted lamb oil. The bright yellow oil flowers appeared on the lamb, making a 'wash' sound. Combined with the scent of meat, Li Du's salivary glands began to work.

A plate of lamb chops as big as an adult's palm was served, Hans ate two pieces, and the other Li Du ate them.

Another plate of lamb chops was served, Hans ate one piece, and the other Li Du ate it.

There was also a plate of lamb chops served, Hans stopped eating, and Li Du ate them all.
Chapter completed!