Under his brother's arrangement, he didn't need to do anything, just recycle waste materials here and sell them again, earning full profits with every transaction.

Not to mention the many side businesses that sprang from it...

"Boss, boss, it's selling like crazy, selling like crazy!!!"

An excited subordinate rushed upstairs, almost tripping: "Cars, cars, are there any left?

The junk dealers outside are lining up for cars, some are even paying cash without negotiating the price..."

He spoke animatedly: "The people from Tide City can't sit still, they've hired people to come buy them, you should've seen the face on Big Scar... With such a big demand, the rebate from the auto factory might be negotiable!"

"Money, money, money, it's driving me crazy, it's all about money all day long. Helping friends, what money are we talking about."

Chen Yubo frowned impatiently and waved his hand: "Just sell one if there's one, remember to spread the Coast brand, got it?"

"Oh, and——"

He patted his head: "Add two hundred bucks each for security company people, per day. Yeah, professionals are impressive! Now those punks from Ship City, who'd dare challenge me?"

After giving instructions, Chen Yubo basked in the sun enough, hummed a song downstairs, and drove out in his gifted pink tricycle for a spin.

Life was really peaceful.

As for heavy lifting, that was someone else's job.

In the courtyard of Yulou Trade, bustling like a vegetable market, people were everywhere. Huge heaps of waste piled in the corners, waiting to be sorted and processed.

Two long queues, one waiting to sell waste materials, and another... surprisingly coming to buy cars.

"What the hell, aren't these stooges hired by Second Brother?"

Lu Feng, idly picking his feet at the door, had never seen such a scene, scratched his head in confusion.

Didn't that guy say he went to make cars? How is it done so fast?

And... does a tricycle count as a car?

A couple of days ago, those tricycles were parked at the door, not a glance from anyone, but when the first one was bought by a poor guy whose car broke down, things started to change.

More and more people started coming!

A tricycle, surprisingly priced at fifty thousand, not a small sum.

Truly, if someone had money to spend recklessly, who the hell would be in Spring City picking up trash.

Yet subsequent junk dealers, confirming those green bean emblem tricycles were bought here, their eyes started to shine brighter and brighter.

Even a handful wanted wholesale.

Now half of Yulou Trade's courtyard almost turned into a sales showroom for Coastal Automobile Factory.

"Old Six, Old Six!" Lu Feng frowned as someone cut in line: "Where did everyone go? Keep order!"

Straight away, a dark-skinned man swung out a rubber baton, swore and started maintaining order.

At the forefront of the line, a new sign was hung.

"What does that mean?"

The junk dealers, having paid half, were furious: "Not selling anymore?"

"Cash accounting in and out is too troublesome; the boss's idea, no cash each. You guys, just bring materials to trade, and you can even get a discount."

The junk dealers heard, were first stunned, then ecstatic.

Knowing Spring City now lacked anything but garbage, rounding up, this was basically like giving away for free!

No need to call; blowing a whistle would pile up mountains of garbage.

Scrapped cars, steel cables, copper wires kept coming in by trucks, and then tricycles left happily one by one.

Even when stock wasn't available, people would rather hold queue tickets than settle with cash.

So much so... when Shang Tongwen's people reached the settlements around Spring City, they couldn't manage to buy a single vehicle.

Helplessly, they'll have to pay more, treated as 'urban idiots,' spending over ten thousand to buy a week-old second-hand, to report back.

To rush the delivery, even used airborne transport, Flying Airship rushed overnight to Echo Technology's factory area in East City.

In the empty factory, under the spotlights, the summoned expert team circled the tricycle, circling four, five, six, seven times, collectively turned around, looking at Shang Tongwen:

"This is a car?"

Shang Tongwen showed no emotion, speechless.

At this moment, the vast factory was filled with a palpable heaviness of silence and awkwardness.

It's like the annual best car competition meeting...

"Family cars win effortlessly,"

"Pickup trucks and vans are rightly deserved,"

"Trucks also got their place,"

"A tricycle, what is it?"

Even if the boss generously pays, calling everyone here just for this, the expert team couldn't help feeling an absurd sarcasm as sweat poured.

Was it necessary?

Rushing here in the middle of the night, thinking they'd face a strong market competitor or new tech achievement; seeing a tricycle on arrival.

Echo, however struggling, wouldn't be squeezed out by something like this, would it?

Under that spotlight, every speck of mud and scratch on the tricycle seemed gleaming. Never had such treatment since it rolled out.

Chartered transport and expert evaluation were already slotted in, living good now...

No need for experts, even pulling Lu Feng from the repair shop for sharp critique: a glance spells garbage.

Just synonymous with crude production!

Rough, too rough!

At best, a welded iron shell on a frame masquerades as a cabin, beyond the frame, the doors are a thin sheet of iron, knocking sounds evoke a frugal echo.

Even spray paint isn't there!

Only a huge bean logo etched on the front, a Coastal Automobile Factory sticker slapped on the rear.

Looking at the mismatched chassis, family!

Vividly portrayed Coastal Automobile Factory's past style—rent, never buy, absolutely no self-research.

Everything—craft, design, and structure—used existing, proven processing and design, zero innovation, practically an epic patchwork monster, literally Frankenstein dug from some grave.

Most valuable on the whole vehicle, besides the rare monolithic frame, was the classic Pentium-type heavy Reburning Engine.

Old specs, old models, advanced, just to break embargo, imported all way from Thousand Islands...

The cheapest of its kind.

Apart from powerful, easy repairs, nothing else.

Noise loud enough to turn the car into a horn, consumption high enough the fuel station shifts next door overnight, exhausts so thick, kids circled from the rear to turn into little black zombies.

Absolutely deliberate, merely trampling new environmental laws and casually leaving clear shoe prints in the process.

Annoyed? Annoyed, come deal with me.

This is a tricycle!

You expect Central City's environmental bureau to enforce in Hai Province's wilderness? Brothers here will enlighten you on local customs.

Besides that, nothing else.

The entire tricycle, besides roughness, only poverty.

Seat ventilation and heating?

Dreams, it's a tricycle, what more do you want—just the car's audio was later added by the owner. Beyond the frame, zero tech inclusion.

But still...

"Hmm?"

An engineer directly glancing at the chassis froze for a moment, then froze again, involuntarily whispering.

"So free..."

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