After settling the matter of the antelope horns, Jia Tianlong's gaze fell on the Volga covered with plastic sheeting. He pointed at it and asked,
"Brother, what's this? Why's it covered up? Looks like a car?"
"Yeah. Didn't I go to the Soviet Union a while back? A friend over there sent it over," Li Long said, mixing truth with fiction.
"A sedan? Don't tell me it's a Santana?" Jia Tianlong walked over. "I've been thinking about buying one myself, but honestly, they're too expensive. This is all the money I've earned over the years, and I don't want to sink it all into one. Can I take a look?"
"Sure, go ahead." Since Old Jia had asked, there was no way Li Long could refuse. He pulled back the plastic sheeting, and Jia Tianlong was immediately stunned.
"Damn, this car's luxurious! Much more imposing than a Santana!"
Li Long smiled without saying anything.
"You couldn't get this for under three hundred thousand, could you?" Jia Tianlong circled the car, running a hand over its body. He tugged at the door handle, but it wouldn't open. Turning to Li Long, he asked, "What make is it?"
"A Volga, a Soviet car. A lot of government officials over there drive them. This one supposedly belonged to a division chief. A deputy minister was investigated, and the car was brought out."
"A division chief? That's a big official!" Jia Tianlong gently patted the body. "It's really beautiful! Tell me, come on, how much did it cost?"
"Didn't I tell you? That friend gave it to me. I don't know how much it cost." Li Long genuinely didn't know,
and he couldn't very well ask Liu Shanmin how much the car cost.
"He gave it to you? How big a favor did you