Chapter Sixteen

  The first name that came to Zuo Xiaolong's mind was "Challenger". But he felt this name was too familiar, as if someone had used it before. After some thought, the names that came out were not satisfactory, such as "Atlantic", no good, this sounds like a domestic motorcycle brand; "Invincible" is also not good, he didn't know how to write the character for "invincible"; "Dark Night Star" is also not good, it feels like the brother of Jinjiang Star.

  As he thought about it, he arrived at the repair shop and saw that his motorcycle had been disassembled and scattered all over the floor. Zhou Xiaolong felt a pang of sadness. He carefully gathered up the parts of his motorcycle and arranged them in a pile, then silently gazed at his motorcycle, thinking to himself: "You're really pitiful, you don't even have a name, I haven't even registered you yet, it's as if you don't even have an ID card. And now you've been disassembled. You're truly a nameless hero."

  The owner came out and patted Xiaolong's shoulder, thinking that it was him who adjusted the air-fuel ratio of this motorcycle back then. Now things have changed. The owner comforted: "Don't worry, I've found an engine for you, it'll arrive in two days. Your old one was too outdated, this new one is in great condition."

  Xiaolong's body temperature instantly returned to 37 degrees, but suddenly thought that his money was not yet enough, and again rose to 39 degrees. He asked: So fast, didn't you say it would take about a month?

  The boss said: Oh, your girlfriend is coming over and says hurry up, we'll have Guangdong send an empty flight over.

  Bruce Lee asked: What, who?

  The boss said: That whoever, I couldn't say it out loud, she said your girlfriend is, she's more anxious than you are. She said the sooner your motorcycle is fixed, the sooner you can see her. I said, you're really something, it's you who's flirting with girls, not your motorcycle, and you're not using the exhaust pipe to do someone in, what are you waiting for the motorcycle to be fixed?

  Zuo Xiaolong thought to himself, this mud is really something, I'm only thinking of letting the car repair slowly because I don't have money, I wish the engine was driven by myself and walked all the way from Guangdong, now it's directly transported over, not to mention the engine cost, the transportation fee is another sum.

  Left Xiaolong said: But I have a business trip tomorrow. It will take about two or three weeks to come back. Or I'll pick it up after I get back. Is that okay?

  The shopkeeper said: "Go."

  Zuǒ Xiǎo Lóng put his hand on the shop owner's shoulder and said, "Alright, I won't talk nonsense with you anymore. I'm not going out of town, but I need to wait until the end of the month when I have money before I can take it. For now, I can't take it, so just help me pack it up and lock it up. I won't open it, and we can check on it again tomorrow."

  The boss said: Your girlfriend has already helped you pay the money, and there may be a surplus.

  He couldn't name the feeling in his heart, so he hastily bid farewell and turned back to take a glance at his Western-style house before returning to work at the thermometer factory. He felt that using his wife's money was something unacceptable to the whole world, and he had to hurry up and earn the money back, otherwise he still couldn't go see Niuba. So, for Niuba, the time of their meeting remained the same. And at this critical moment when he needed to make money, his middle finger got injured again, which made it difficult for Zuo Xiaolong to find a part-time job - no workplace would want an employee who always had his middle finger up.