I picked up the treasure chest in the hands of the goddess

Chapter 107 Roaring Predator Seven

Ning Chuan pulled out the key and got off the motorcycle. The group of teenagers still seemed to have not recovered from the shock of Ning Chuan's drag racing.

All of them opened their eyes wide, their faces full of bewildered colors.

Ning Chuan thought to himself, this man is really good at it. What he had done before, the racing skills given to him by the universal treasure box system are really good.

A group of awesome people can also pretend to be aggressive in front of men.

It's okay to pretend to be in front of the girl, but now, hey, people are floating in the rivers and lakes, how can they not pretend to be fake.

Those motorcycle sisters looked at him differently, with a hint of charm.

After a while, those motorbike boys seemed to have finally regained their composure, and it was unknown who took the lead in applauding.

For a moment, this admiration flashed in the eyes of all the motorcycle boys. They didn't expect that a car that was broken in their eyes seemed to have a spirituality under Ning Chuan's hands.

It actually exploded faster than a new car!

Reached a high speed of 120 kilometers.

That blue-haired boy looked at Ning Chuan even more passionately, which is simply crazy.

Amid intense applause, Ning Chuan got off the car, but he didn't care about those things.

I thought in my heart that this locomotive is too satisfactory, and this is it.

Just when Ning Chuan was thinking about asking the blue-haired boy about the price of the car.

"Brother, you have a good eye."

A magnetic and hoarse voice came, and Ning Chuan glanced in the direction of the source of the sound.

But I saw a man in a black windbreaker and gold-rimmed glasses slowly coming down from the stairs on the second floor.

Not too old, with a stubbled mouth and cold eyes flashing.

When Ning Chuan looked at him, there were faint traces of black engine oil on his fingers, his phalanges were rough and strong, and his forearm muscles were strong.

"What, motorcycle repairman? This car is yours, right?"

When Ning Chuan saw this manly guy, he knew that this must be the repairman of the motorcycle race boys.

Generally, although the teenagers who engage in this kind of locomotive are very rich, they choose the most advanced and high-quality parts and components, but they are hindered by technical limitations.

You must hire a repairman who is quite skilled. After all, sometimes it is about professional issues, and pure love is powerless.

"Fuck, buddy, amazing, you know it all."

The blue-haired boy and the motorcycle boy next to him gave their thumbs up in admiration, thinking that Ning Chuan was an expert.

Seeing them like this, Ning Chuan was too lazy to roll his eyes. In fact, it was his first contact with motorcycles.

I don't know anything, it's purely judged by the way of identifying opponents in street fights.

Ning Chuan thought, but spread his hands helplessly, but let them think what they think.

I just let them think about it, and pretended to be cool by taking advantage of the donkey down the slope, which is very good.

The middle-aged man in a black windbreaker walked towards Ningchuan with steady steps.

A meaningful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he glanced at Ning Chuan.

Ning Chuan also looked at him, with a hint of unruliness in his eyes.

The middle-aged man ignored Ning Chuan's eyes and just walked to the motorcycle he was riding before.

He reached out and touched the engine directly in front of the base.

Not too hot either.

Ning Chuan thought to himself, before, he could make this locomotive burst into a full circle, at the highest speed.

The engine casing has already had the temperature of boiling water.

But, haha, look at this man's hands covered with calluses, which look like iron palms. They must have good insulation effect. . .

The man touched for a while, then took his hand away.

"The speed is 120 kilometers per hour. If you switch to A gear, you can reach 170. The total riding time is 42 minutes and 120 seconds. The average fuel consumption is [-] milliliters, and the deflagration fuel consumption is [-] milliliters..."

"Well, you're right."

The man looked at Ning Chuan, twitched his lips, and smiled, "The car I developed by myself, I understand it better than the car itself."

"I'll call this Roaring Predator Seven!"

As if to verify, the man unscrewed the cap of the fuel tank and took out a scale specially used for motorcycle measurement.

A measure, it really is not bad.

Ning Chuan secretly admired him, and was also a little surprised. This guy is a veteran in the motorcycle industry.

Before, I thought he was pretending.

Unexpectedly, it really has some real skills.

If you think about it, you don't have any real skills, so you can hang out in the group of motorcycle teenagers.

Ning Chuan thought to himself, on the surface he didn't know how to express himself, he raised his eyelids, leaned against the car angrily, looked at the man and said, "Why, it's very good, I like your masterpiece, why don't you drive For a price, I will pay."

"And..."

Ning Chuan pretended to be very thoughtful and leaned closer to the man's ear, "I think the most troublesome problem for you about this car is that you can't find the original cooling parts produced in Germany in [-]."

Hearing Ning Chuan's words, the man's face changed obviously. It seemed that he had mentioned the disadvantages of this motorcycle and his heart disease.

"good."

After a while, the man nodded and sighed, "This car is originally a retro old locomotive, a classic one."

The man in the black windbreaker whispered in Ning Chuan's ear. At the same time, he glanced at the group of motorcycle boys from the corner of his eye, and signaled Ning Chuan, "It's a pity that they have no eyes, and they treat this as rags. It's really hard to find a confidant."

"It's hard to find the original cooling parts. In [-], almost all the ones produced by the German company disappeared. This locomotive is only one thing away from being perfect."

Then the man looked regretful.

Ning Chuan looked at himself as if he was very knowledgeable and nodded. It seems that the guy opposite is really a motorcycle fanatic.

It's purely the old man, his pretentious knowledge is all thanks to his drag racing skills.

Once riding a motorcycle, all the information about the vehicle will flood into my mind, as well as how to control the motorcycle physiologically, and all kinds of showy operations will come out.

"Of course, this locomotive doesn't have to be imported from Germany in [-]."

Looking at the man's appearance, Ning Chuan smiled slightly, very confident.

Because, the drag racing system in my mind has already given the best solution.

"Huh? Why, young man, do you have a solution?"

Hearing these words, the man looked at Ning Chuan with a fiery face.

"Let's not talk nonsense."

After Ning Chuan finished speaking, he squatted down directly. At this moment, the blue-haired boy handed him a cigarette just in time.

I thought to myself, this guy is getting better and better, he is really a child can teach, haha.

Still respectful, Ning Chuan took a breath leisurely, and then turned the retro motorcycle in a different direction.

"wrench!"

"Give."

The man handed it over.

"New pkit radiator, two."

"Large nut."

"Thirty-Nine Tree Gel..."

Ning Chuan spoke quickly, and at the same time quickly operated with his hands, the man handed him one thing after another.

Those motorcycle teenagers were almost stunned, that man was like a weapon master among them.

Now, unexpectedly, like a little apprentice, nodding and bowing, he is doing some rough work here in Ningchuan.

Today, this was the third shock that Ning Chuan gave them!

Ning Chuan didn't know what they were thinking, but quickly operated according to the information of the drag racing skill in his mind, and the muscle memory flooded in.

Finally, when the cigarette in Ning Chuan's mouth burned out, a strange metal device was completed.

Ning Chuan spit out the smoke in his mouth, took the thing, and gently fixed it to the inside of the engine with a large nut.

"you try!"

Ning Chuan worked around and finally stood up, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"Is it really possible?"

The man in the black windbreaker had an unbelievable expression on his face, but he quickly rode on the motorcycle and started it simply.

Accompanied by the sound of humming and waves, the man got on the bike and dashed straight out of the warehouse.

Ning Chuan watched the man leave in the dust, and smiled with satisfaction. He had disassembled two new radiators before, and then assembled the parts inside.

Re-integrate into a radiator with technical means.

In fact, the most troublesome thing about this locomotive is that the set of parts is all old. If you want to find a matching one, it is really troublesome, almost impossible.

However, Ning Chuan has the drag racing skills given by the Universal Treasure Box System, which includes a part of it, repairing cars!
Still use modern technology to solve the problem for it!

(End of this chapter)