In front of the old stone house were some worn-out tires, wheel hubs, and some simple mechanical parts.
A man covered in grease was squatting beside these mechanical parts, repairing a motorcycle.
Just then, a soft voice sounded above his head, "Hello, may I ask where this truck is from?"
Without looking up, the man continued disassembling the motorcycle in his hands, "Picked up by the roadside. It was already broken and smelly when we found it. Now it's in repaired condition. If you want to buy it, five thousand federal coins, or cryptocurrency or goods of equivalent value."
He tightened the screws in front of him with a wrench set to a fixed torque, "This truck is a bulletproof truck, but it was damaged before it reached me. I can't guarantee it's as good as the original, only that it can run. If there are any problems within a year, you can come back, and I'll fix it for you."
