The price is very reasonable.
It was even cheaper than he had expected.
"OK."
Without wasting words, Su Wei pulled out his bank card and said, "Swipe the card."
drop.
Payment successful.
Seeing that Su Wei paid without even flinching, Jamie's opinion of him improved even more.
Technically proficient, and quick to pay.
This is the kind of customer that auto repair shops like best.
I've towed the car away.
Jamie skillfully operated the winch, pulling the snowmobile onto the trailer. "It'll probably take three days. I'll bring it to Emily when it's done."
"This is troublesome."
"You're welcome."
Jamie got into the driver's seat and started the car. "If you ever have any mechanical problems you can't handle, just come to me... although I think you can manage most of it yourself."
A loud roar followed.
The trailer kicked up a cloud of snow and slowly drove away.
Su Wei stood there, watching the car disappear around the street corner.
Spending this money completely settles the debt of gratitude owed to Emily.
A weight has been lifted off my shoulders.
The rest is up to you.
"Didi"
A piercing horn blare abruptly interrupted his thoughts.
Su Wei turned his head.
A black pickup truck was parked haphazardly on the side of the road.
The paint on the car body was peeling and looked like it could fall apart at any moment.
The car window rolled down.
A large head covered by a greasy deerstalker hat was visible, its signature red nose standing out starkly in the cold wind.
Old Jack.
Chapter 103 Returning to the Cabin, This Time with a Full Load
The moment the car window rolled down.
A foul, cheap cigarette smell mixed with the odor of worn-out leather wafted out.
Even in this drafty, snowy landscape, the smell was so strong it made one's head spin.
Su Wei subconsciously tightened his nose and pinched the tip of his nose.
It smells awful.
Old Jack pushed his greasy deerstalker hat up a little higher.
A pair of cloudy eyes were revealed.
He looked Su Wei up and down.
My gaze finally settled on Su Wei's clean windbreaker.
Emily had specially cleaned it for him yesterday at the apartment.
I thought you had died in those mountains.
Old Jack exhaled a smoke ring.
The gray smoke that billowed out was instantly torn apart by the cold wind.
"They didn't explain clearly over the phone, all mysterious. If it's not valuable, you'll still have to pay for the gas. Diesel is ridiculously expensive these days."
"Whether it's valuable or not, you know in your heart. Otherwise, you wouldn't have come here."
Su Wei didn't take the barb in Old Jack's words to heart.
He knew this old man well; he was willing to do anything to get good things.
Money is his only standard.
He reached out and patted the tactical backpack behind him.
"Very good quality deer antlers. If you don't want them, I'll list them on the guild's trading board. I'm sure those who specialize in art and sculpture will be interested."
"Don't!"
Upon hearing the words "stag antlers," Old Jack gripped the window sill tightly with his hand.
In this season, it's not easy to find a complete piece of the detached corner.
If Su Wei said "the quality is very good", then it must be a top-quality item.
He made nearly three thousand US dollars from reselling that batch of Devil's Club last time, and he had a blind faith in Su Wei's strange luck in finding treasures.
"Get on the bus."
Old Jack flicked his cigarette butt into the snowdrift.
The spark went out instantly.
"Since you're a regular customer, I'll waive the fare for this ride."
"Wait a few minutes."
Su Wei didn't open the car door, but pointed upstairs, "I have some personal matters to attend to."
After saying that, he ignored Old Jack's mutterings behind him, turned around, and ran back into the apartment building.
Third floor, at the entrance of room 302.
The door was ajar.
The people inside knew he would come back.
Su Wei pushed open the door.
Emily was standing in the entryway, leaning on her cane and carrying a gun holster.
Upon seeing Su Wei, she handed him the holster.
"Your gun."
Emily turned her head away, her gaze falling on the shoe cabinet beside her, somewhat evasive.
"Be careful on the road. And... this is your fox."
Cotton Candy was lying at Emily's feet.
Upon seeing Su Wei, the little guy immediately let out two soft "oohs" and started climbing up Su Wei's trouser leg.
Su Wei bent over.
I scooped up the little orange-white creature and skillfully stuffed it into the zipper of my coat, leaving only its fluffy head sticking out.
Then he took the gun holster.
Inside is his Browning rifle.
His closest companion.
"They're gone."
Su Wei didn't waste any more words.
This wasn't a scene of life and death; it was just an ordinary return journey.
Emily nodded.
He ran his fingers along the metal cane.
Then he raised his hand and made a phone call gesture to his ear.
Contact me anytime.
Su Wei smiled, turned around, and went downstairs.
Emily only slowly lowered her hand when the steady footsteps disappeared around the corner of the corridor and the sound of the security door closing came.
Silence returned to the apartment.
The faint aroma of beef still lingered in the air.