He had made his way to the tractor factory and as he gazed upon the name Happiness Tractor Factory, the paint was almost completely peeled off. Witnessing such dilapidation, he couldn't help wondering if the factory could really keep going.
"Hello, hello, what can I do for you? Our tractors are definitely one of the best in the city."
Those words could hardly be less convincing, Zhao Guang thought as he looked at the disheveled, age-indiscernible man who had greeted him. "Hello, my name is Zhao Guang. I want to buy a tricycle, an old model without batteries."
"My name is Feng Sanqian. You've come to the right place for tricycles. Look over there, all those tricycles are produced by our factory."
Wow, there sure were a lot of them. Zhao Guang looked at the large pile of tricycles, each of a different kind. Many were rusted; they seemed ancient.
"Don't mind the rust, it's just because they haven't been maintained for too long. All these are made of pure steel."
