Chen Xingbang's family was there too. After hearing Du Chunfang say that Li Long had brought in several more vehicles and was even giving one to his eldest brother-in-law, he asked:
"Are those cars easy to drive? If they are, I'll get one too. I'm not asking for a freebie. I'll pay."
No one could really answer that. Li Long wasn't there, and Li Jianguo couldn't decide for him, though he still said:
"They're Soviet cars. I don't know whether they're easy to drive, but they're secondhand, so it depends on their condition. Also, they're scrapped vehicles with no license plates."
Chen Xingbang hesitated.
Like Li Anguo, he spent most of his time in the city. With an unlicensed car, it was fine if nobody checked, but if they did, the car would definitely be confiscated.
It wasn't worth it.
Li Long arrived that afternoon in the yellow van. Mainly, he needed to take his second older brother Li Anguo's family and his sister's family to the bus station, and they wouldn't all fit in the Jeep.
The yellow van drew plenty of attention as soon as it entered the village. It was the Mid-Autumn Festival. Although the students didn't get the day off, school finished early, and quite a few children who had just come home chased after the van, only stopping when it was almost at the Li family's house.
When Li Long parked outside his eldest brother's house, the men in the yard had already eaten and were chatting, clearly having had a few drinks. Hearing the engine, they all came to the gate.
At the sight of the conspicuous yellow van, they crowded around, their faces excited and curious.
This van was a little bigger, longer, and boxier than the Tianjin Dafa vans already on sale.