60: Chapter 60 Silver Ghost

Huang Dashan looked up and glanced at the anxious delivery driver in front of him.

He tossed the stack of counted banknotes into the drawer and locked it with a click.

"What are you talking about? I don't understand."

The delivery driver slammed a hand onto the counter: "Don't play dumb, boss! The new bike from Star Technology! That silver one! It runs as fast as a ghost!"

"Dozens of us brothers have seen it!"

Huang Dashan slowly wiped the counter without even lifting his eyelids.

"Never heard of it."

"Impossible! It has your logo on the frame!" The delivery driver grew anxious, the veins in his neck bulging.

"Oh, that might be a test bike from the factory," Huang Dashan changed his tune. "It's not for sale."

No sooner had he finished speaking than four or five more delivery drivers crowded into the doorway.

"Boss! Is that silver bike for sale?"

"How much? I'll pay twenty thousand to pre-order!"

"Stop stalling! Give us a straight answer!"

Huang Dashan's ears hurt from the noise, but he was secretly overjoyed.

President Chen's strategy was ruthless.

Without spending a single cent on advertising, he had stirred up the core user base in all of Fei City.

In just a few days, the legend of the "Silver Phantom" had exploded within the delivery community.

Some said the bike could travel two hundred kilometers.

Some said its acceleration could crush ninety percent of the cars on the road.

The rumors were getting more and more outrageous.

But the more outrageous they became, the crazier people got.

Huang Dashan strictly followed Chen Xu's orders, maintaining a uniform story for everyone who came to inquire.

Don't know. Not sure. Haven't seen it.

The mystery and anticipation surrounding the "Gale" were pushed to a boiling point.

...

Meanwhile.

Jinling, Yuanda Motors headquarters.

Liu Yuan sat in his boss chair, staring at the sales report on his desk.

A nearly vertical red curve.

Relying on the exclusive supply of the "Storm," he had made a name for himself in Jinling in just half a month.

The store's sales figures were getting higher every day.

His distributors, from skepticism to testing the waters, were now scrambling to get their hands on the stock.

The entire Yuanda Motors system was revolving around the "Storm."

He was raking in the money.

But today, he couldn't smile.

Half an hour ago, the warehouse manager called.

"President Liu, the last 'Storm' has been picked up."

"The warehouse is empty."

Empty.

The office phone hadn't stopped ringing, all with people demanding stock.

"President Liu! My store is about to be torn apart by customers! When will there be stock!"

"Liu! If you don't send me a hundred units, I'm going straight to Fei City to find the manufacturer!"

Liu Yuan irritably grabbed the receiver and slammed it back down.

He found the number and dialed it. The call connected.

"President Chen!" Liu Yuan suppressed his anger. "Help me out!"

On the other end of the line, Chen Xu paused. "President Liu, what happened?"

"We're out of stock! Not a single unit left!" Liu Yuan paced around his office. "President Chen, I've just opened up the market here; you can't cut me off now!"

"Money is no object! I'll take whatever production capacity you have! I'll transfer the funds right now!"

"President Liu, don't be so anxious."

"How can I not be anxious!" Liu Yuan pressed his temples.

"The new factory is still under construction, and ramping up production takes time."

Liu Yuan's heart sank little by little. A new factory? How long would that take? Distant water can't put out a fire right here.

Just when he was almost in despair—Chen Xu changed the subject.

"However, you've worked hard during this time, President Liu."

"I've prepared an even bigger surprise for you."

Liu Yuan was stunned: "What surprise?"

"You'll know in three days." Chen Xu finished speaking and hung up directly.

Liu Yuan stood there, holding the phone that was now emitting a busy signal. A surprise? Things were burning, and he was playing with surprises?

Three days later.

Jinling City, Yuanda Motors warehouse. A box truck was parked in the unloading area.

Liu Yuan, along with a few core employees, had been waiting at the entrance for half an hour. He had barely slept these past three days.

"President Liu, it's just a small truck, how many bikes can it hold?" a store manager muttered quietly.

Liu Yuan didn't speak. The truck door opened. The driver jumped down and handed over the shipping manifest.

Liu Yuan took the manifest and looked at it under the light—Item: Sample bikes. Quantity: Twenty units.

He frowned. Sample bikes? "Unload."

Two men pulled open the rear doors of the truck. Inside the cargo hold, twenty silhouettes wrapped in thick, waterproof canvas were packed tight.

"Be careful!" Liu Yuan instructed.

The first silhouette was lifted off the truck and placed under bright floodlights. Liu Yuan stepped forward and grabbed a corner of the canvas. He pulled hard. Swish—the waterproof tarp slid off.

Under the lights. A motorcycle with a silver-bright body and a sci-fi design stood silently.

Lines full of power, a sharp-angled body structure; every detail displayed a sense of industrial beauty.

"This..."

"Is this the second-generation 'Gale' electric motorcycle that Chen Xu mentioned?"

Liu Yuan touched the bike. He had been in the vehicle business for twenty years and considered himself to have seen countless bikes. But at this moment, his twenty years of industry experience were all fucking useless.

"Strip it!" Liu Yuan snapped back to reality. "Push it into the repair shop! Call Old Wang! Now! Immediately!"

Old Wang was his chief technician who had been with him for over a decade.

Ten minutes later. The repair shop was brightly lit. The brand-new "Gale" was secured on the lift.

Old Wang and two apprentices circled the bike, their faces full of shock.

"President Liu, this bike... this craftsmanship..." Old Wang's hand brushed over the frame welds, "Seamless! It's better than any bike I've ever seen!"

"Cut the crap, strip it!" The sound of tools clashing rang out. The body shell, suspension, wheel assembly, drivetrain... one component after another was disassembled and laid out neatly on the floor.

The more they took it apart, the more shocked Old Wang and his apprentices became. The materials for every single part spared no cost, and the design of every structure was simple and efficient.

This was not something a new brand could produce. Behind this lay terrifying industrial capability.

Finally, they reached the battery compartment. The compartment cover was opened. A silver-gray metal block lay silently inside.

There was no brand logo. There were no parameter labels. The connector was a special specification they had never seen before.

"Old Wang, what kind of battery is this?" Liu Yuan's voice was dry.

Old Wang put on his reading glasses, leaned in to look, and tested it with a multimeter for a long time. Finally, he stood up straight and shook his head.

"President Liu..."

"I've been repairing bikes for twenty years; I've dismantled every battery on the market—ternary lithium, lithium iron phosphate, graphene... I've taken them all apart."

"But this..." He pointed at the battery. "I can't make heads or tails of it."

Liu Yuan's mind buzzed. He understood in an instant. Everything about this bike—the frame, the motor, the design—was just a shell. The real core, the real secret, was this battery that no one could understand!

He pulled out his phone and dialed Chen Xu's number again. The call connected.

"President Chen... I received those twenty bikes."

"I only want to ask one thing—"

"What on earth is the battery on this bike?!"