Chapter 143

Evans could not have answered so quickly if it was a model plane of other models. With his brain that has been rusted for more than 20 years, it's hard for him to memorize so many models.

However, the P-38 model is an exception. It's not that this number has any special meaning for Evans, but that the shape of this aircraft is too strange. Even if the number of 60 models is not right, Evans is very impressed with it.

old man heard as like as two peas, and then came out of the door. Evans discovered that the old man was walking on crutches, and quickly pulled out an album from his bag, led Ryan to 32 steps to welcome him, and he held the old man: "Sir, I didn't wear it on my body. But you can look at this picture book. I assure the heaven that the style of the model is exactly the same as that on the picture book. Quality. The model is made of aluminum magnesium alloy that can only be used by real aircraft. Look here, here and here. "

Then Evans pointed a few times on the album and continued, "it's all moving parts. It's almost the same as a real machine."

"The metal plate above can be removed, and you can see the beautiful skeleton inside!" As soon as Evans's voice fell, Ryan added crisply.

The old man laughed when he heard the ferocious face. He reached out and touched Ryan's head. "According to you, isn't it the same as a real plane?"

"Yes, sir. There is one in my father's bag. Although it's not the model you appointed, they are of the same workmanship." In addition to going to school, Ryan followed Evans's door-to-door sales model, and over time he developed a small mouth.

The old man smiles more kindly and turns to look at Evans. Evans immediately takes out a model sample from his bag, which is the F-4 "ghost" fighter currently in service in the US air force.

Opening the tin box, two beautiful model photos were introduced. The old man's eyes narrowed immediately. There was no way. The photos were so vivid that one of them was MIG 21 chasing the Soviet Union.

The composition is very delicate. MIG 21 only shows the tail part of the aircraft, and F-4 is sideways behind. The shark's beak under the nose is painted extremely fierce, giving people a kind of ruthlessness that they will never give up without biting a bite of meat.

The old man liked it so much that he asked Evans, "which aviation photographer took this picture? This moment is really hard to grasp. "

"No, sir, it's not an aerial photographer, it's a model airplane made by the manufacturer." Evans shook his head with a smile on his face. Although the goods supplied by the 23rd branch were very miscellaneous, they were all conscientious. In particular, each model was equipped with two photos comparable to real machines, which was the finishing touch of each model.

More than half of the models he sold before were bought when he saw the photos. Unfortunately, such photos were only put in the models, and Evans had no surplus, otherwise the sales would be better.

Now that the photo killing is on again, Evans thinks the business is secure.

Sure enough, when the old man put down the photo and picked up the F-4 fighter with shark's beak painted in equal proportion, his face showed an undisguised love.

The texture of the metal, the ferocious painting, and even the details of the above, even the traces of the rivets are clear. It can be said that in addition to not being able to fly, it is not too much to say that it is a condensed version of the F-4 fighter.

"Sir, you can move the little button behind the wing. Here it is." Ryan pointed to the plane and talked to the old man about the details. The old man opened the small button that was integrated with the rivets, and only heard a "pa ~ ~" sound. A piece of skin on the wing bounced up, revealing the delicate internal structure, the wing fuel tank, the packing circuit, and the retracted landing gear.

"Oh, my God, this is a work of art!"

The old man looked at Evans only once, then exclaimed, and immediately looked up at Evans, his face a little excited: "is P-38 the same?"

"yes, as like as two peas, sir, they are all the same in their work, except for not flying."

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

Evans was a little confused when happiness came so suddenly, but next moment he said dejectedly, "Sir, I only have two P-38s on hand. If you want, I'll go back and bring them to you."

"Two?"

The old man was disappointed, and then looked at the F-4 in his hand: "I'll take this one, and the other two P-38s will be delivered as soon as possible. My name is Linderman. I hope you can deliver them before 6 o'clock. I've been at home all this time."

"Oh, here's my card!" Evans immediately handed over his business card. Linderman looked at the handwriting on the card and nodded, "OK, Mr. Evans, you can say the price, and I'll pay you right away."

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Evans never had a record of selling three models at one time. When Evans sent the remaining two P-38s to Lindeman's home, he just walked out of the courtyard and picked up Ryan excitedly and threw him twice in the air. Ryan was also very happy that $1500 was enough for his father and son to leave the humble temporary RV and rent a good old-fashioned apartment.So the father and son decided to celebrate today, so they went to a mid-range restaurant and ate a delicious steak and foie gras that they had missed for a long time. Then they went to the nearby amusement park to have a carnival. After midnight, they dragged their tired bodies back to the dilapidated little home transformed by n-hand RV.

As a result, before entering the door, the grocer next to him yelled to his father and son angrily, "Evans, someone has been calling here to ask for you. It's been two hours since we quarreled. Vivian and I are going crazy. Oh, my God, here we go again."

Evans's face was a little embarrassed. He had no money to install the phone. He could only print the number of the grocery store on his business card. Of course, these are not free.

So when he came to the door of the grocery store, the boss held out his hand impolitely. Evans took out two dollars and patted it on the boss's hand. Then he picked up the phone and said, "Hello, I'm Evans."

Then a loud voice came from the receiver: "Hello, Mr. Evans, I'm Linderman. Your model plane is really good today. I wonder if there are more planes? It's better to be a World War II plane. As you know, what our veterans like most is the old guys back then. "

After hearing this, Evans was a little excited. After a while, he said calmly, "how much do you want?"

"A thousand would be the best." Linderman said.

"Tell me the model number, and I'll get you a thousand as soon as possible." Evans knew that he was lucky, so he tried to control himself and not get too excited.

But Linderman's next words almost made him gasp with excitement: "no, Mr. Evans, it's not a thousand of different models, but a thousand of each model."