America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

"How did you get to know Old Karl?" Allen Zhang asked with curiosity.

"I met him in a bar. When I first said I was going to sell him a plane, he didn’t trust me." The old man said: "I used to work at NASA, retired for many years now, and I’m also a researcher. The micro Rocket Thrust Launcher that I want to sell you is also self-developed!"

"Where is it?"

Allen Zhang only saw the plane covered with a black cloth and hadn’t yet seen where the launcher was hidden.

"You’ll be able to see it in a bit!" The old man chuckled, deliberately being mysterious. Then he lifted the black cloth, revealing the two-seater plane underneath.

Allen Zhang glanced at the condition of the plane and, as expected, saw that the red and white paint had begun to peel off. A wing and the tail fin were missing, the seat and buttons were yellowed and aged; it looked more like an antique that had been stored away for too long in a warehouse.

"Take a look! This SGS2-33 two-seater glider, the internals are all good, it can still be started, the only issues are that it hasn’t been cleaned for a long time, and the tail fin and wings have minor problems, but once repaired, it can still fly in the sky!"

The old man proudly said: "Don’t judge its current shabby appearance. Back in the day, I won a prize with it at a gliding competition!"