"Dad, come out quickly! Someone wants to buy my car, and we need to discuss it." Sam had barely stepped through the door when he shouted loudly, hoping to get his parents' attention.
Sam's father, Ron Witwicky, heard his son's yelling and said unhappily, "What are you making such a fuss about? Why haven't you gotten that car away from my front door yet? Hmm, who's this? Your classmate, Sam?"
Sam felt a little embarrassed. After all, it had been his father who told him to chase away the car parked in front of the house. He had never expected a customer to show up. Sam would have liked to have a classmate who could afford to drive the latest Camaro, but unfortunately, a rich kid like that wasn't his classmate.
"This is Jack, my..." For a moment, Sam had no idea how to introduce Chen Changsheng. He definitely wasn't a classmate, but he wasn't really a friend either. Introducing him directly as a customer seemed a little too distant.
"Hello, I'm Sam's friend. Just call me Jack." While Sam was caught in a dilemma and both sides waited awkwardly, Chen Changsheng spoke at just the right moment, easing Sam's discomfort.
Ron Witwicky was quite straightforward. He immediately extended his hand and shook Chen Changsheng's. "Nice to meet you. You're here to buy my car, right?"
"To be precise, not your car, but Sam's car. I really like it, so name your price." Chen Changsheng corrected Sam's father and repeated his purpose.
"Oh, all right. You want to buy Sam's car? How much are you willing to pay?" Sam's father was just like Sam. Whenever a transaction came up, his shrewd-merchant nature immediately revealed itself.
"I'm generous enough when it comes to things I like, Mr. Witwicky. Just name your