Before Global Motorisation, I Bought a Heavy Truck

In the Canglong Empire, Ping An City, a county-level city with a population of one million, and a community in the south of the city, a young man in his early twenties was awakened by a cell phone alarm clock and slowly opened his tired eyes.

February 14, 2021, seven o'clock in the morning.

Looking at the time and date on the phone, the next second, the young man leaped up to his feet.

Snapped!

He gave himself a slap, and felt pain on his face. The youth was dull for a long time.

"I'm back again?"

His name is Lin Qing. He is 21 years old now, a man who should have died ten years later. He didn't want to open and close his eyes and return to ten years ago.

On February 15, 2021, the Transformers civilization comes, everyone becomes a locomotive, and whatever car is under his name will become a locomotive.

In his previous life, he only had a motorcycle. After he became a locomotive, his power was too small. He was not a big Mac opponent at all. It was a fluke to live for ten years.

It's a pity that he died in the end.

"February 14, I still have one day to prepare. In this life, I want to live!"

Recalling the silhouettes of those steel monsters in his mind, Lin Qing held his cell phone tightly, and his eyes were full of killing intent.

With the advent of the Transformers civilization, countless animals became steel, a mechanical dog that bite off reinforced concrete, a ten-meter-high iron bear, and a hundred-meter-long steel mang...

Lin Qing in the previous life could only act as a counselor because of his low power. This time he came again, given the room for choice and knew those secrets in advance, he would definitely live to the end.

Shirtless and wearing big pants, Lin Qing came to the bathroom to wash. His parents died early, and he was only left with this three-bedroom and one living room, and he was the only one at home, so there is no need to shy away from it.

Washing perfectly and having a breakfast, after becoming a locomotive, cut off from chai, rice, oil and salt, it was a bit nostalgic.

While eating, the phone rang.

The caller ID shows Brother Liu of the team.

After graduating from high school, he went out of society. After taking a driver’s license, he found a delivery job. Until the twenty-one months ago, he upgraded his driver’s license to Class B and planned to buy a truck for transportation.

Brother Liu is the head of the transportation company's fleet.

In his previous life, he planned to go to see the car on February 15th. People are not as good as the sky. He woke up with a second-hand motorcycle.

"Xiao Lin, don't you want to buy a car? I happen to have a second-hand truck. It's only three years, and the price is fair..."

"Forget Brother Liu, I still want to buy a new one."

"Xiao Lin, there is no need to buy a new car. This thing runs 10,000 kilometers a month, and it will be almost scrapped in a few years. It is still a good second-hand."

In terms of words, Brother Liu was very dissatisfied with Lin Qing. This kid was quite good at talking before, but he didn't expect to be so inactive now.

Want to mix in my team, can you not buy my car?

No beep, Lin Qing hung up the phone, can the new car be the same as the second one? If the Transformers civilization hadn't come, he would buy it just for long distances.

But this will not work, the car is life, the better the car, the stronger the strength.

He didn't want to be beaten with two punches.

Besides, he doesn't want to buy light trucks anymore. He has only one chance. If he wants to buy a heavy truck, of course.

If it weren't for the money, he would still like to have a mine truck with tens of millions of dollars. One wheel of that thing is four meters high. Any car in front of it is full of scum.

After eating, he took on his driver's license and ID card, and Lin Qing went straight to the local place where heavy trucks were sold.

"Hello sir, welcome to the Dongfengmen store. What can I do for you?"

The salesperson is a beautiful woman in her thirties, with her hair **** and wearing a short skirt and suit. She is very enthusiastic about bringing Lin Qing into the store.

"How do I buy that model?" Lin Qing only glanced at the largest heavy truck at the entrance of the shop.

The red body is four meters high and twelve meters long. The tires are four at the front and eight at the back, each close to the height of an adult.

From a distance, the impact is very strong.

"Haha, you really have a foresight. This is our new brand, Tyrannosaurus! It is an eight-cylinder engine used for transporting stones in the mine. The vehicle weighs ten tons and it drags thirty or forty tons."

"How fast is the top speed?"

"One hundred ten."

"Okay, that's it, how much is it?"

The speed of heavy trucks is not as fast as that of ordinary cars, because they can't stop when pulling goods, and the top speed of 110 is still within Lin Qing's acceptable range.

Seeing that Lin Qing didn't ask about fuel consumption, engine warranty, and interior, the beautiful woman smiled happily, "This is a new car, 680,800. It opens early in the morning, and counts you 683."

"Okay, get me a mortgage and calculate the minimum down payment."

After tomorrow, he will be a locomotive man, and he will pay back woolen money. Lin Qing doesn't care about taking a loan of hundreds of thousands. If his strength does not allow him, he has the heart to borrow money to buy a plane.

"Okay, I'll do the calculations for you, sit inside, let's drink some water and talk slowly."

Mortgage cars can earn an extra fee for assisting the loan, and the insurance can't escape. This is a big profit.

A few minutes later, the lowest first payment was made, 160,000, and Lin Qing's parents left part of the inheritance, and his savings over the years were enough.

He has a house under his name, and the credit is no problem, so he can get a mortgage easily.

After paying the money, I drove to the vehicle management office to enter the house, and the number was shaken. It was noon after a set of procedures came down. With the temporary license plate hung, Lin Qing went to the roadside repair shop on Huancheng Road.

"Help me solder a knife."

"Ahem, what are you kidding? This is a regular store and we don't do those things."

The repairman, covered in motor oil and with a cigarette in his mouth, waved his hand.

Some punks like to make their own weapons in fighting and fighting, and they don't miss him, but it's okay that the thing doesn't happen. If something happens, he has to close the door.

It's not cost-effective to take such a big risk for dozens of dollars.

"If I were an eight-meter-long and one-meter-wide machete, and handicrafts, they would look good." Lin Qing handed out eight hundred yuan and said with a smile: "This is the manual fee."

It was eight meters long, one meter wide, and weighed a few hundred kilograms. This thing would definitely be useless. The repairman nodded and accepted the money.

"Anything else?"

"Yes, one-sided polished open front, thick back, I will take it out today."

"This won't work. I have other work. I can't just leave it to you without doing anything. It will take a week less."

Lin Qing handed over only two thousand dollars in cash left on her body, and transferred eight thousand dollars with her mobile phone, "Don't be too good-looking, steel plate welding will be done, and the most important thing is fast speed. I want it today."

"Hehe, it's easy to talk about." The repairman lost his cigarette and his white teeth were exposed. "I happen to have a friend who is a steelmaker, and I promise to finish it for you."

"Go over now, I'll be with you."

Driving the car, Lin Qing drove the repairman to the steel shop. As soon as he got off the car, he heard the noise of the cutting machine and dazzling sparks everywhere.

The request for the knife showed that the boss was very refreshed and immediately called a few workers to start.

More than a dozen one-meter-long steel bars are welded into a knife handle with a thick arm, and steel plates are superimposed and cut to make it look like a knife.

Welding, grinding, cutting, and polishing were done one by one. At ten o'clock in the evening, Lin Qing got the knife.

In addition, the handle is eight meters long and weighs eight hundred jin. The style is similar to that of a Tang Heng knife, with a straight blade and an oblique tip.