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If it's other models of airplanes, Evans couldn't answer it so quickly. With his rusty brain for more than 20 years, it would be hard for him to carry so many models on his back.

However, the P-38 model is an exception. It is not that this number has any special meaning for Evans, but because the shape of this aircraft is too weird, even if the number is wrong among the sixty models, Evans is very interested in it. The impression is also very deep.

The old man heard the words and walked out of the door. Evans discovered that the old man was leaning on a cane and quickly took out an atlas from his bag and led Ryan to meet him in three or two steps. Resident old man: "Sir, I didn’t wear the model on my body, but you can look at this atlas. I assure you that the style of the model is exactly the same as the atlas. As for the material, the model is made of aluminum that can only be used by real airplanes. Magnesium alloy, look here, here, and here."

Speaking, Evans clicked a few times on the album and continued: "They are all moving parts, almost the same as the real machine."

"The metal plate above can be removed, and you can see the very beautiful skeleton inside!" As soon as Evans's voice fell, Ryan added crisply from the side.

The old man laughed at the vicious face and reached out to touch Ryan's head: "According to you, isn't it the same as a real plane?"

"Yes, sir, there is one in my dad's bag. Although it is not the model you specified, their workmanship is the same." Apart from going to school, Ryan followed Evans' door-to-door sales model. The mouth is also practiced.

The old man smiled more kindly when he heard the words, turned his head to look at Evans, and Evans immediately took out a model sample from his bag, which is now the F-4 "Phantom" fighter in active service in the US Air Force.

Opening the tin box, two beautiful photos of the model were brought into view. The old man's eyes were immediately squinted. There was no way, the photos were taken too vividly. One of them turned out to be a MiG-21 chasing the Soviet Union.

The composition is very delicate, the MiG 21 only shows the tail part of the aircraft, and the F-4 is sideways behind. The shark mouth under the nose of the aircraft is painted fiercely and unusually, giving people a kind of fierceness that will never give up without a bite of meat. .

The old man liked it at first glance and asked Evans: "Which aerial photographer took this photo? This moment is really difficult to capture."

"No, sir, it's not an aerial photographer, but a model airplane made by the manufacturer." Evans shook his head, with a very happy smile on his face. Although the 23rd branch gave a lot of miscellaneous goods, All of them are very conscientious, especially the fact that each model is equipped with two photos comparable to the real machine, which is the finishing touch of each model.

Of the several models he sold before, more than half of them were bought after seeing the photos. Unfortunately, such photos were only included in the models. Evans had no extras, otherwise the sales should be better.

Now that the photo killing is staged again, Evans feels that this time the business has been stable.

Sure enough, when the old man put down the photo and picked up the proportional F-4 fighter jet with shark mouth painting inside, his face showed undisguised affection.

The texture of the metal, the fierce painting, and the details of the above are even more seconds. Even the traces of the rivets are clearly identifiable. It can be said that in addition to being unable to fly, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a condensed version of the F-4 fighter.

"Sir, you can move the small button on the back of the wing. It's here." Ryan on the side pointed to the plane and told the old man the details. The old man opened the small button that was integrated with the rivet and just listened to "Slap~~ With a sound, a piece of skin on the wing bounced up, revealing the subtle internal structure inside, the wing fuel tank, the packing circuit, and the retracted landing gear.

"Oh, my goodness, this is a work of art!"

The old man only glanced at it, then let out an exclamation, and then raised his eyes to look at Evans, his expression a little excited: "Is the P-38 the same?"

"Yes, sir, the workmanship is the same, except that it can't fly, it's exactly the same as the real machine."

"Well, how many do you have? I want it!" The old man was ready to pack the P-38 in Evans's hands without even asking the price.

Happiness came so suddenly, Evans was a little dumbfounded, but the next moment he said with a sullen expression: "Sir, I currently only have two P-38s in my hand. If you want, I will go back and bring it to you."

"Two?"

The old man was a little disappointed when he heard this. Then he looked at the F-4 in his hand: "Then I want this one too, and the other two P-38s will be delivered as soon as possible. My name is Lindeman. I hope you can make it at 6 I’ll be here by the hour. I’ve been at home during this time."

"Oh, this is my business card!" Evans immediately handed over his business card. Lindeman glanced at the handwriting on the card and nodded: "Okay, Mr. Evans, you can say the price , I will pay you."

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Three models were sold at one time, a sales record that Evans had never had. When Evans sent the remaining two P-38s to Lindeman’s home, he was excited about leaving the hospital. En hugged and threw it twice in the air. Ryan was also very happy. One thousand and five hundred dollars was enough for their father and son to leave the simple temporary RV and rent a nice old-fashioned apartment.

So the two fathers and sons unanimously decided to celebrate today, so they went straight to a mid-range restaurant and had a long-missing delicious steak and foie gras; then went to the nearby amusement park for a carnival, and waited until late at night. They both dragged their tired bodies back to the dilapidated little home that was remodeled with an N-handed motorhome.

Before he could enter the door, the owner of the grocery store nearby shouted angrily at the two fathers and sons: "Evans, someone has been calling here, saying that he is looking for you. I have been arguing for two hours. Weiwei and I Ann is going crazy, oh my god, here it is again."

The voice did not fall~www.readwn.com~ The phone of the grocery store rang again. Evans looked a little embarrassed. He had no money to install the phone, so he could only print the phone number of the grocery store on his business card. Of course, these were not free.

So when he came to the door of the grocery store, the boss reached out his hand unceremoniously, and Evans took out two dollars and patted the boss’s hand. Then he picked up the microphone and said, "Hello, I’m Evans. ."

Immediately there was a loud voice in the earpiece: "Hello, Mr. Evans, this is Lindeman. Your model airplane is really good today. I wonder if there are more airplanes? It's better to be two. The planes of World War II, you know what our veterans like most are the old guys back then."

After listening, Evans was a little excited, and after a while, he calmly said, "How much do you want?"

"It would be best if there were a thousand." Lindeman said.

"Then tell me the model, and I will get you a thousand as soon as possible." Evans knew that he had hit the big luck, and tried to control himself not to get too excited.

But Lindeman's next words almost made him suffocate with excitement: "No, Mr. Evans, it's not all models plus one thousand, but one thousand per model."