After his father died, Lin Yue worked as an apprentice at the second-hand car market in the south of the city for three years.
The boss asked him to sell a soaked car as a good car to a woman holding a child.
He put his hand on the hood and suddenly saw - this car had hit and killed someone. Just last winter, Huancheng North Road.
From that day on, Lin Yue could see the memory of every car.
The accident, water exposure, fire, meter adjustment, and the things hidden in the trunk were all spread out before his eyes.
Others rely on their eyesight to close the car, but he closes the car based on his luck.
Three years later, there was a saying in the Jiangcheng car circle: It would be better to earn less than 100,000 yuan, rather than lie to Lin Yue.
But what he really wanted to check was the old Jetta that his father drove away on that rainy night three years ago.
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