"Link, Jesus from the car repair shop said this is a 1966 Pontiac GTO second generation, worth at least 200,000 US dollars, and there's nowhere to buy it. How did you get it for 100,000?"
Daniel returned after taking the cars for a spin and handed back the keys, curiously bringing up the price of the car.
Link, hanging upside down from the rack and holding a 40-pound weight plate, waved his hand, "Don't disturb me, I'm working out."
Daniel turned his face to look at him, jokingly said, "Link, did some rich lady buy it for you?"
Link ignored him, and continued doing his sit-ups.
"Link, take a look at me, I'm not bad-looking either, and I've got muscles too. Why don't you bring me along, and we can conquer Miami's wealthy women together, how about that?"
Michael from the surf shop flexed his arms' muscles and winked suggestively as he spoke.
"Link, did really a rich lady buy you that sports car? Are you doing right by your late Grandpa Baker?"
