Chapter 98: Run Like The Wind
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
"This truck is a RAM 1500 with a 3.6-liter V6 engine, an eight-speed automatic transmission, a maximum horsepower of 305, a maximum torque of 359 Newton meters, the two-wheel drive and four-wheel drive…"
"This is a j.a.panese truck. It’s equipped with a 3.5-liter V6 engine, six-speed automatic transmission, a maximum horsepower at 280, a maximum torque at 349 Newton meters, it is a direct-injected engine as well…"
After Li Du successfully introduced the engine specifications for eight trucks, he smiled at Marate. "Come on buddy, don’t go easy on me. Choose something harder, okay?"
Hans grinned. "They don’t even know which ones are harder."
"How about this? You get help from a salesperson, ask him which truck engine here is the most complex and least common," Li Du said in a dull tone.
Marate didn’t want to lose, but agreeing openly to Li Du’s suggestion, with Sophie looking on, would be humiliating for him. So he pretended to consider, while quickly giving Taylor a wink on the side.
Taylor walked away, and within minutes returned with a salesperson.
The salesperson greeted them and pointed to a Mercedes-Benz. "This one meets your requirements."
"So this one then?" Li Du looked at Marate for confirmation.
Marate looked at Taylor, and Taylor turned to the salesperson. The salesperson shrugged his shoulders. "This truck has the weirdest engine ever. Unless someone was part of the development team, or was a really big fan of Mercedes-Benz, n.o.body would be able to describe its specifications."
"Okay, this one then."
"Alright", Li Du smiled, "this is a Mercedes-Benz modified pickup truck. It comes with a 3.0 V6 turbocharged engine, a maximum horse power at 180, maximum torque at 400 Newton meters. The transmission does look weird; it’s a five-speed automatic transmission."
The salesperson looked at the information panel as Li Du introduced the engine. "Absolutely correct!" He cried out in surprise. "This truck is just newly released to the market. In fact, it just arrived here last night!"
"Mercedes-Benz G Series SUV— a modified pickup truck is not a secret amongst truck fanatics," Li Du responded coolly.
"Looks like I’ve met an expert! I believe you do not need my help picking out something you like," said the impressed salesperson.
Li Du turned to Marate. "One more truck."
Marate’s face went pale, he spoke with difficulty. "You...you couldn’t have remembered so many details …"
"I’ve told you nicely that back at my homeland, the children know trucks like the back of their hand. And I’ve proven it to you, right?" Li Du interrupted Marate.
Marate had a strained smile on his face. "I believe you now."
Hans took a step forward. "Hey dude, I don’t care if you believe him or not, just get this done and over with. I can’t wait to see someone proudly calling himself a country b.u.mpkin."
"This is unfair!" Taylor gave Hans a glare of contempt.
"Well, losers make excuses," Hans replied, frowning.
Li Du made another suggestion: "I am fine if you want to change the rules. Just say it. I am confident that I will still win."
By now Marate had already lost his confidence; he felt powerless. He randomly pointed to a truck signaling that he would continue with the current arrangement.
"You’ve made a good choice. This is an electric truck. It comes with an electric induction motor driven by lithium-ion iron phosphate batteries. It has a 270-kilowatt engine, and twelve-speed transmission."
The salesperson whistled. "This is unbelievable! Is there any truck that you don’t know about? Simply marvelous."
Li Du gave the salesperson a friendly smile, and nodded at Marate.
He pointed at a truck, and said, "It’s your turn now, buddy. I choose this TGX."
Marate looked at the black truck as though he was looking at a monster that was slowly showing its fangs at him.
He shuddered and spoke slowly, "This truck has a six-cylinder engine with a displacement of... of... of 16 liters…"
Li Du nodded. "The engine has a horsepower of 580, a maximum torque at 3,000, and an eight-speed transmission. Am I correct?"
Marate thought Li Du was helping him, looked at him full of hope, and nodded.
Li Du immediately revealed a cruel smile. "What just said is not true. The displacement is 15.2 liters, maximum horsepower is 560, maximum torque is 2,712 and it uses a ZF twelve-speed automatic transmission, namely, a TraXon transmission. This is the correct information!"
The salesperson gave Li Du a pat on the shoulder. "You’re really good. If you’re interested in selling trucks, you would be the top salesperson!"
Hans turned to Sophie and said, "Now I believe that no matter which industry successful people go into, they will still stay successful."
Hans made a gesture to Marate, signaling that he should move to the entrance. "Hey buddy, you have a mission to accomplish."
"Forget it. I’m just joking. We’re friends; there’s no need to get so serious about the bet." Li Du took a look at Sophie and decided not to pursue the matter further.
But apparently Sophie did not agree. "No. People should take responsibility for their actions, and it’s as simple as that."
Taylor looked p.i.s.sed. "You really want to see Marate make a fool of himself?"
Sophie replied coldly, "Who’s the one that’s been telling me since middle school that he’s a tough guy? Did anyone force him to accept the challenge? I don’t want to see anyone embarra.s.sing themselves, but if he won’t fulfill the terms of the bet, then I will never believe in what he says again."
Marate gritted his teeth. "Just shut up, I’ll do it!" He strode toward the entrance.
However, when Marate reached the F-650, he didn’t stop there. Instead, he sped up and made a run for the parking lot.
Everyone was dumbstruck by what they saw.
Hans swore, "Sh*t, what is he doing? Does he need to make a round before climbing onto the F-650?"
The group made their way to the entrance in a hurry; they were just in time to see a blue Chevrolet speeding away from them.
Taylor was exasperated. "Marate, you coward, you’ve got no b.a.l.l.s! Stop! I’ll go chase after him!"
Without giving the remaining four any time to react, he ran off like a gust of wind. Not too long after, a Ford Mustang flew by in a blur.
Li Du regained his composure and asked, "Is he really going to bring Marate back?".
Hans broke into laughter. "This is so d*mn funny! Sophie, is that guy your boyfriend?"
Sophie was upset with what Hans said. "He’s not my boyfriend, we’re just old middle school cla.s.smates and we go to the same church. Marate’s a hateful egomaniac. Natalie’s the one who asked me to hangout—I wouldn’t have agreed to meet up with him otherwise!"
"I’m sorry, Li. I didn’t expect things to turn out like this," said Natalie apologetically.
Li Du waved his hands. "Oh no, n.o.body’s at fault here. I am just curious why they seem to dislike me so much? Is it because I am a Chinese?"
"It’s not that. I think he got upset because you shook hands with Sophie. And because Sophie smiled when she saw you," Natalie said with a wry smile, looking at Sophie.
Sophie laughed, "So now it’s my fault?"
"Well, we had 22 male cla.s.smates in high school. Did you shake hands with any one of them?" Natalie asked in a teasing tone.
Sophie’s faced turned red, and she tried to remain calm. "Well, I come in contact with a lot of male patients too—why don’t you mention that I touch them as well?"
"Sophie’s embarra.s.sed," Natalie giggled.
Hans said to Natalie, "Maybe we should give the two innocent kids some private s.p.a.ce. Let’s go check if your boyfriend came back."
Natalie shrugged with a smile on her face. "Taylor’s not my boyfriend either."