In South Texas, north of Houston, in a small coastal town, the temperature is still hot today.

A wide asphalt road crosses the vast green corn fields growing on both sides of the road, and in the center of the road happens to be a 1970 Chevrolet C10 blue pickup truck, speeding towards the town not far away.

Although the old pickup truck is old, it is in very good condition, and there is not even a trace of rust to be seen, and the driver in the driver's seat is a middle-aged white man wearing a washed and yellowed old-fashioned denim jacket, a baseball cap and sunglasses.

His name is Cade, Cade Iggy, and he is a down-and-out mechanical inventor who was born in Texas and would have died in Texas if nothing else.

Of course, the so-called mechanical inventor is nothing more than a gold label for himself, and he is more of a destitute mechanical engineer than an inventor, whose only hobby is to collect scraps, fix them, and sell them to those who take a fancy to them.

Today is the first shopping day in a long time, but instead of going to the supermarket to buy daily necessities, I went to an old theater in town, the owner of the old theater has passed away, and the heirs inherit this old theater that has been closed for decades, and is preparing to sell the old theater at a discount.

Having finally saved up a small amount of money, CaedaLand is preparing to head to the old theater to see what scrap machinery and equipment there are worth buying home.

The old theater is located in the center of the town, and when Cade parked the car, he saw a BMW MINI stumbling in his direction, parked not far away, and then his partner Lucas stepped out of the car, still looking like a child.

"I thought you went to the beach, Lucas, didn't the weather forecast say that it was not suitable for surfing today."

"The waves aren't high today, and the car is running out of gas, you know what I mean, it's time to pay, Cade."

Lucas was a young man with long hair, wearing seaside-style trousers and slippers, and the so-called business partners were actually just Kedra's odd job helpers, and often didn't even pay a salary.

While chatting, the two walked to the old theater not far away.

"Welcome, come with me - this theater was built in 1928, but as you know, everyone is used to going to the movies instead of going to the theater to see a show, and there are no actors to be found, where to see any performances."

The owner of the theater is a young man, and the clothes he wears look quite expensive, If you think about it carefully, after all, the family has been rich enough to run a down-and-out theater for decades, and it is estimated that there is no shortage of money, but since he inherited the theater, he will definitely sell this old theater that has been vacant for a long time.

The young man led Cade and Lucas to a small room above the small theater, where several huge machines and walls of film were placed.

"Of course, we've tried to play movies, and we've even bought a few projectors for it, but it's still the case, no one wants to come here, it's been more than ten years, it's rusty, maybe you can use it, I think that's what you're here for."

"Yes, let's take a look here."

Led by the young man, Cade and Lucas searched around the room for a long time, looking for something that might still be repaired, and the large movie projection machines were too big to touch, because they would definitely not be able to afford them, even if they were all scrapped.

After walking around the small room, Caede asked to see if there was anything else that could be used elsewhere, but the young man did not refuse, after all, there was money to be made, who would refuse, and took the two to the theater full of garbage and seemed to have not been used for more than ten years.

With thousands of red velvet seats, marble reliefs on the walls, and a thick cobwebs on the crystal chandeliers on the ceiling, the theater may have been full of scenery in its prime, but now it is only a mess.

He and Lucas walked around the theater, where there was basically nothing of value except for some worthless garbage and film equipment that they couldn't afford, and some of them were in a state of interest and ready to pay and leave with what they had chosen.

That is, until Cade suddenly caught a glimpse of a corner of the stage, where there was also a large, rusty truck buried in garbage.

It was a Freighter FLT8664 flat-top truck, it was very old, because it was facing away from the sun, Cade almost lost his eyes, the truck was also covered with dust, dilapidated, and there were even a few bullet marks on the front of the car, which aroused his curiosity.

Curious, Cade stepped forward, jumped on the side of the truck, and pulled the car door, but he didn't want to have a lot of large scrap brass bullet shells in the cockpit, which fell to the ground with his exertion, making a crisp sound, which also attracted the attention of Lucas and the theater owner.

"It's ...... Mortar shells, what have you experienced? ”

Picking up an arm-thin brass bullet casing, Cade's face showed a puzzled expression, he really couldn't imagine why such a truck looked like it had once participated in a war, although the truck looked dilapidated, it seemed to be in good condition and worth repairing.

"Hey, lad, how much does this scrapped truck cost?"

The theater owner, who had been sitting on a clean couch chair, looked up at the truck in the distance and frowned when he heard Cade's words, because he didn't remember that there was such a rusty old truck in his theater.

However, since he appeared in the theater, it was naturally his own, and he didn't plan to leave this broken truck, which looked like it had been broken for more than ten years, and it had no value to repair, but it was better to sell it to these two scrap collectors.

So, the young man simply began to calculate how much he would charge.

"Then ...... A thousand dollars? ”

"This broken car is no longer usable, it's not worth a lot of money at all, I'll pay a hundred dollars at most."

The young man offered a price with some uncertainty, but Cade just shook his head.

"Even if it's worthless, it's worth five or six hundred dollars, and even if you sell scrap iron, you can get two hundred dollars!"

Young people are somewhat incomprehensible.

"Of course, selling scrap metal can sell for two hundred dollars, or even more, but you still have to pay for the towing truck, at least four or five hundred yuan - how about this, I bought a lot of things from you, and by the way, I bought it for two hundred dollars more, and I towed it myself, how about it?"

CapitaLand is still driving down prices, but it has already pushed them down to a fifth of what they were.

"This ...... Okay, deal, $200 is $200. ”

The young man eventually relented and sold the truck to Cade.