America: Starting with Daily Intelligence-Chapter 270 - 167: Recovering the Glider_3

"How did you get to know Old Karl?" Allen Zhang asked with curiosity.

"I met him in a bar. When I first said I was going to sell him a plane, he didn’t trust me." The old man said: "I used to work at NASA, retired for many years now, and I’m also a researcher. The micro Rocket Thrust Launcher that I want to sell you is also self-developed!"

"Where is it?"

Allen Zhang only saw the plane covered with a black cloth and hadn’t yet seen where the launcher was hidden.

"You’ll be able to see it in a bit!" The old man chuckled, deliberately being mysterious. Then he lifted the black cloth, revealing the two-seater plane underneath.

Allen Zhang glanced at the condition of the plane and, as expected, saw that the red and white paint had begun to peel off. A wing and the tail fin were missing, the seat and buttons were yellowed and aged; it looked more like an antique that had been stored away for too long in a warehouse.

"Take a look! This SGS2-33 two-seater glider, the internals are all good, it can still be started, the only issues are that it hasn’t been cleaned for a long time, and the tail fin and wings have minor problems, but once repaired, it can still fly in the sky!"

The old man proudly said: "Don’t judge its current shabby appearance. Back in the day, I won a prize with it at a gliding competition!"

He took out a photo and showed it to Allen Zhang and the others. The banner in the photo was from a gliding competition held in Las Vegas, and the person holding the medal indeed had the old man’s appearance.

He was the runner-up.

"A true hero doesn’t boast about past glory. Even the best planes end up in the airplane graveyard one day, even if it’s an F22 fighter jet. We’re here to recycle scrap," Allen Zhang said after some thought: "For this glider, I can offer a price of 400 US dollars."

"..."

The old man’s smile immediately stiffened upon hearing this. What, too little?

Are you robbing me?

Allen Zhang had already done his homework on the way and believed he had enough knowledge about the plane. Knowledge is power, and power equals money.

Confidently, he wielded the Dragon Slayer Sword with a bit of George’s grace, opening the engine compartment, beginning to nitpick and list the shortcomings of the plane.

"The SGS2-33 is a low-cost two-seater trainer and multipurpose glider developed by the Schleicher airplane company in the United States, with strut-braced high-wing, metal-skinned aluminum alloy structure, and all-metal ailerons. The prototype first flew in the fall of 1966, received the US Federal Aviation Administration type certificate in February 1967, and went into production in January 1967, with the original model 2-33 having 85 units produced. It was replaced by the 2-33A and the 2-33AK kit versions sold to amateurs. The maximum speed and the maximum tow speed are 158 kilometers/hour, and it was a hit in the glider competitions for a time."

"But after all, that’s just a last century model, this glider has been basically phased out by the market, nowadays there are many better planes that attract attention, the paint is peeling off, the inner framework has rusted, cables and pulleys have aged, screws need replacing, there’s no assurance on safety, it can’t participate in any more competitions, can only sit and collect dust or get thrown into the airplane graveyard to be dismantled for parts. I can only recycle it at scrap value, I’d be at a loss for anything more than a hundred dollars."

The repair might cost up to a thousand dollars, but the reality sale price could be over twenty thousand dollars!

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Allen Zhang put on a pained mask, barely holding back his laughter.

The old man was almost stumped at the bargaining, speechless as he looked at Allen Zhang, "400 dollars! I get more than that for selling scrap metal! You can absolutely sell it for more once it’s fixed! At least 2000 dollars! And I’m giving you this price because of Old Karl’s face."

Allen Zhang sighed: "In consideration of Old Karl, I’ll give you an honest price, 600 US dollars."

"I’m not selling!" The old man grew a bit heated.

After thinking for a moment, Allen Zhang said earnestly, "Alright, I can go up to 1000 US dollars to take it off your hands. Let’s be friends; I’ll take a loss here."

"You’d get even less if you sold it to a pawnshop, anyone else would see this pile of scrap and wouldn’t be willing to buy it. Only we bothered to come all this way to take this scrap off your hands."

Dominic, hearing ’I’ll take a loss,’ felt like he had seen this scene somewhere before.

Dragon Slayer becoming a dragon himself?

The old man wrestled with the decision for a bit, then let out a sigh: "Alright, one thousand dollars, I want cash!"

"Deal," Allen Zhang chuckled. He finally got to experience what George must have felt.