America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

George rambled on, "Decent pickup trucks and cars, country kids can’t afford those, so they just buy a few motorcycles to play around. These bikes aren’t worth much, all sissy rides, far inferior compared to Harleys and Hondas. Aside from dismantling them for parts to sell, nobody really wants them in the city, not easy to offload, I can give at most 200 US dollars per bike."

Sieg was utterly duped by him, questioning life, "Really, nobody wants these?"

George slightly smiled, "There’s some value, but just a bit, slightly better than street junk."

Sieg was utterly defeated by the Dragon Slayer Sword.

But Allen Zhang wasn’t as green, "Don’t let him fool you, even the parts are valuable. You really think motorcycle engines are fakes? Once dismantled and sold in the second-hand market, they can easily fetch 150 dollars."

Patting a slightly better-looking motorcycle, "This is a BMW!"

"This is a BWM, don’t try to fool me." George thought he misread, went closer for a careful look, and also realized the logo was a sticker he applied, and the special graphics were his doing, the sky and clouds completely reversed.

"If it weren’t for the fact that I actually own a BMW, you might’ve really fooled me."

George was speechless, thinking he really owned an S1200R just because it had a cover, even if you modify the exterior beyond recognition, without matching engine and core configurations, it still lacks the vibe, can’t run fast.

A BMW? More like a stubborn donkey.