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Mr. Gu chuckled, "This car looks pretty good."
Old Hu nodded in agreement, taking a deep drag from the cigarette in his hand.
"Otherwise, I wouldn't have taken it. This car is the top-of-the-line model, brand new it's worth 180,000 on the market, but I got it for just 60,000. Isn't that a steal?"
He couldn't be more satisfied with the Santana 2000 he had received.
A four-month-old car that had changed hands just once, for 60,000 yuan—just a third of the price—he couldn't help feeling secretly delighted.
At this point, Old Hu turned to Mr. Gu with a smile, "Hey? How about you buy it, 60,000 and you can drive it away. I won't make a single cent from you, how about that?"
He had simply asked casually.
It seemed like Mr. Gu quite liked the car after all.
He was originally planning to buy it anyway, which is why he said it offhand.
Mr. Gu blinked, to be honest, he really did like the car.
