Sale Of A Classic 1962 Chevrolet Impala – OpEd

At the company where I worked, we had a savvy, resourceful technical draftsman. He had a knack for finding old cars, buying them, getting them refurbished by body shop experts in Şaşmaz, repairing the engines, and renewing the interiors. After enjoying them for a while, he would sell them at a good price and make a profit.

One day, he heard that abandoned cars waiting at customs, whose owners couldn't be found, were being auctioned off. He took the day off and went to the auction. He bought a 1962 model junk Chevrolet Impala. He loaded it onto a truck and dropped it off in front of the body shop's workshop in Şaşmaz. He started spending his free time there. The car was renewed, the engine overhauled, and the upholstery done. One day, he brought it to the office parking lot; it had become a beautiful white classic car. He took his family out for drives. Being an avid fisherman, he began to go to dam lakes with fish on weekends. One such weekend, he went fishing alone again. On Sunday evening, he put the fishing rods in the back, opened the windows, and drove his gleaming white 1962 Chevrolet Impala slowly and joyfully in the evening traffic.

At a red light, a black BMW pulled up next to him. Inside were two tough guys. The guy in the passenger seat rolled down his window and said, "Your car is beautiful. Will you sell it?" Tempted by the devil, our guy added 50% to the price he had in mind, thinking "nothing serious will come of this," and quoted it.

The tough guy said, "Stop on the right at the next red light and wait for me." At the next red light, they stopped one behind the other. The tough guy opened the BMW's trunk, pulled out a bond briefcase, counted the money in bundles into a garbage bag, and handed it to our guy. Stunned, he took his fishing rods out of the trunk. After taking down his address and phone number, the tough guy got behind the wheel of the Chevrolet, and the two tough guys drove off in two separate cars.

Our guy was left standing there, bewildered, with a garbage bag full of money and his fishing rods. He flagged down a taxi and went home. The next day, the tough guy's assistant, another tough guy, went to the notary with him and completed the sale. He came to work, still shocked by the quick sale, and told us what had happened.

That's how sales work; if a good product finds its buyer and the price is reasonable and accessible, it sells immediately. If the buyer starts negotiating, it's a waste of time for both parties. This is true for real estate, second-hand cars, and even industrial facility sales. If the item is sellable, it sells very quickly. Don't be surprised. In our region, once bargaining starts, it never ends.