If it was another model of airplane, Evans would not have been able to answer so quickly, with his rusty brain for more than 20 years, it was really difficult for him to memorize so many models.

However, the P38 model was an exception, not because the number had any special meaning for Evans, but because the shape of the aircraft was so strange that Evans was very impressed with it even if the number was not right in sixty models.

When the old man heard this, he walked out of the door, and Evans found that the old man was on crutches, and quickly took out a picture album from his bag, led Ryan to meet him in three or two steps, and held the old man: "Sir, I didn't wear the model on my body, but you can take a look at this atlas, I guarantee to God that the style of the model is exactly the same as the one on the atlas, as for the material, the model is made of aluminum-magnesium alloy that can only be used by real airplanes, you see here, here, and here." ”

Evans tapped a few clicks on the atlas and continued, "It's all moving parts, almost indistinguishable from the real thing. ”

"The metal plate on top can be removed, and you can see the beautiful skeleton inside!" As soon as Evans's words fell, Ryan added crisply.

The old man's fierce face immediately smiled when he heard this, and he reached out and touched Ryan's head: "According to what you say, isn't it the same as a real plane?"

"Yes, sir, my dad has one in his bag, and although it is not the model you specified, they are of the same workmanship. In addition to going to school, Ryan followed Evans to sell the model door-to-door, and over time he also practiced a small mouth.

The old man smiled even more kindly when he heard this, and turned his head to look at Evans, who immediately took out a model sample from his bag, which was the F4 "Phantom" fighter currently in active service in the US Air Force.

When I opened the tin box, I saw two beautiful model photos, and the old man's eyes immediately narrowed, no way, the photos were taken too vividly, one of them turned out to be a MiG-21 chasing the Soviet Union.

The composition is very exquisite, with the MiG-21 only exposing the tail part, and the F4 leaning sideways, and the shark mouth paint under the nose looks fierce and abnormal, giving people a ruthless spirit that will not give up without biting into the next bite of meat.

The old man liked it very much, and asked Evans, "Which aerial photographer took this picture?" ”

"No, sir, it's not an aerial photographer, it's a manufacturer with a model airplane that he made. Evans shook his head, the smile on his face was very happy, although the goods given by the 23rd branch factory were very miscellaneous, but all of them were very conscientious, especially each model was equipped with two photos comparable to the real machine, which was the finishing touch of each model.

More than half of the models he sold before were bought when he saw the photos, but unfortunately such photos were only placed in the models, and Evans had no excess, otherwise the sales would have been better.

Now that the photo kill is happening again, Evans feels that this time the business has been secured.

Sure enough, when the old man put down the photo and picked up the F4 fighter with shark mouth paint in the same scale, his face showed an undisguised love.

The texture of the metal, the ferocious paint, and even the details on it, even the traces of rivets are clearly recognizable, it can be said that in addition to not being able to fly, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a condensed version of the F4 fighter.

"Sir, you can remove the little clasp behind the wing, here it is. Ryan on the side pointed to the plane and told the old man the details, the old man opened the small button that was integrated with the rivet as he said, only to hear the sound of "pop~~", a piece of skin on the wing bounced up, revealing the delicate internal structure inside, the wing fuel tank, the packing circuit, and the retracted landing gear.

"Oh my God, it's a work of art!"

The old man only glanced at it, then let out an exclamation, and then raised his eyes to look at Evans, his face was a little excited: "Is p38 the same?"

"Yes, sir, the workmanship is the same, except that it can't fly, it's exactly the same as the real thing. ”

"Okay, how many do you have?" The old man didn't even ask about the price, and was ready to pack the P38 in Evans's hand.

Happiness came too suddenly, Evans was a little confused, but the next moment he said with a depressed face: "Sir, I only have two P38s in my hands at the moment, if you want, I will go back and send them to you." ”

"Two?"

The old man listened, a little disappointed, and then looked at the F4 in his hand: "Then I also want this one, and the other two P38s will be sent as soon as possible, my name is Lindeman, I hope you can send it before 6 o'clock, I have been at home during this time." ”

"Oh, here's my business card!" Evans immediately handed over his business card, Lindeman glanced at the handwriting on the business card, and nodded: "Okay, Mr. Evans, you can tell me the price, and I'll pay you." ”

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When Evans delivered the remaining two P38s to Lindeman's house, he excitedly picked up Ryan and threw them twice into the air, Ryan was also very happy, 1,500 dollars, enough for their father and son to leave the humble temporary RV and rent a nice old-fashioned apartment.

So the father and son unanimously decided to celebrate today, so they went straight to a mid-range restaurant, ate a delicious steak and foie gras that they had missed for a long time, and then went to the nearby playground to party for a while, and then dragged their tired bodies back to the dilapidated little home converted from an N hand RV late at night.

As a result, before he could enter the door, the owner of the grocery store next to him shouted angrily at the two fathers and sons: "Evans, someone has been calling here, saying that he is looking for you, and after two hours of arguing, Vivian and I are going crazy, oh my God, here we are again." ”

Before the voice fell, the phone at the grocery store rang again, and Evans looked a little embarrassed, he had no money to install a phone, so he could only print the phone number of the grocery store on his business card, of course, these were not free.

So when he came to the door of the grocery store, the boss unceremoniously stretched out his hand, and Evans took out two dollars and slapped it on the boss's hand, then picked up the microphone and said, "Hello, I'm Evans." ”

Immediately, a loud voice came from the earpiece: "Hello, Mr. Evans, I'm Lindeman, your model plane is really good today, I don't know if there are any more planes? ”

After hearing this, Evans was a little excited, and after a while, he calmed down and said, "How much do you want?"

"It would be better if there were a thousand. Lindemann said.

"Then you tell me the model, and I'll make up a thousand for you as soon as possible. Evans knew he had hit the ground running, and he tried to keep himself from getting too excited.

But Lindemann's next words made him almost excited: "No, Mr. Evans, it's not a thousand of all kinds of models, but a thousand of each model. ”