"3..30 inches! Isn't that big enough?! Oh my goodness, is this still a TV? How much did you pay for it?"

Yan Fugui's cognition was limited by his vision.

In his opinion, Shazhu's 12-inch TV is the best.

After all, twelve inches is the largest black and white TV of this era.

Wang Jianjun didn't think there was anything wrong.

After all, we have seen LCD TVs that are hundreds of inches in size in later generations.

"I don't know about this. My wife brought it to me from Hong Kong."

Wang Jianjun thought about it and realized that this TV is actually not that expensive in Hong Kong now.

Workers there can buy one with two or three months’ salary.

But if you want to buy it in the country, you probably need at least two or three thousand yuan.

The key is that even if you have money, you have nowhere to buy it.

The people in the yard also followed Wang Jianjun to the backyard to join in the fun.

After Wang Jianjun put the TV on the TV cabinet and connected the power and signal.

The TV started playing a program.

Everyone's eyes widened when they saw it.

“Why is it colorful?”

"Yeah, isn't television always in black and white?"

The neighbors who saw color TV for the first time were more surprised than each other.

It was even more shocking than when Yan Fugui brought back that black and white TV.

This 30-inch color TV looks more comfortable than a black and white TV.

In terms of clarity and sound quality, it is not comparable to Yan Fugui's black and white TV.

The most important thing is that it is a color TV.

Yan Fugui felt terrible after experiencing the color TV at Wang Jianjun's house.

I came home and collapsed on the bed without moving.

Second Aunt Yang Ruihua was a little curious when she saw this situation when she returned home.

"Old Yan, what are you doing? You come back like this after watching TV."

"It's over... It's all over... This business can't continue..."

Yan Fugui said with a look of despair on his face.

"No business can be done anymore."

"Our business of putting on TV programs tonight."

Yan Fugui sat up and said worriedly:

"In our courtyard, only Sha Zhu and I have TVs. Now there's another one, Wang Jianjun. The most important thing is that his is a color TV. After watching his TV, do you want to watch ours?"

After hearing what Yan Fugui said, the second aunt was stunned for a moment and then reacted.

"What can we do? We can't possibly change the TV. Besides, there are no color TVs on the market."

Yan Fugui was also at a loss as to what to do with this matter.

We can't stop Wang Jianjun from watching TV.

The next day, Yan Fugui's private TV theater was empty, just as he had expected.

The news that Wang Jianjun's family had a color TV soon spread throughout Nanluoguxiang.

Many people came to watch the TV show.

Who still has the mood to look at Yan Fugui's antique?

Yan Fugui was heartbroken.

In the end he simply turned off the TV and went to the Central Courtyard to watch TV together.

Wang Jianjun was more generous than him. After buying a new TV, he put it on the Central Court for everyone to watch for free for a few days in the first week.

When the popularity of color TVs had not yet subsided, Wang Jianjun brought shocking news to everyone in the hospital.

He drove straight back on a motorcycle.

The first person to know the news was still Yan Fugui.

When he heard the roar of a motorcycle in the front yard, he wondered what machine it was.

It was only when I left the yard that I found that Wang Jianjun had returned on a motorcycle.

"Jian...Jianjun, did you buy this?"

Yan Fugui couldn't help but hold his eyes and asked in disbelief.

"Yes, Uncle Er. My wife bought me a motorcycle because she saw that I was too tired from riding a bicycle every day. You know what? This motorcycle is faster than a bicycle. If I drive it to the steel mill, I can get there in five minutes."

Yan Fugui was already feeling extremely jealous.

How come Wang Jianjun is so lucky that he can even buy a motorcycle?

Yan Fugui didn't dare ask Wang Jianjun how much the car cost.

He was so afraid that his teeth would fall out if he knew.

But Wang Jianjun seemed to know what he wanted to ask and said directly:

"But this car is really expensive, more than 1,500 yuan. And you have to go to a special place to fill up the gas."

"You...your wife really cares about you."

Yan Fugui laughed and went back to his room to sleep.

There is no use in being envious. It is better to go back to your room and sleep. You can dream about anything.

After buying a TV and a motorcycle, Wang Jianjun didn’t want to buy anything big.

I actually bought the TV to play Subor.

After all, the TV content of this era is not interesting at all.

The main purpose of buying a motorcycle is to make commuting to get off work more convenient.

If buying a car wasn't too extravagant, he would have bought one for himself.

But now having a motorcycle is already very high-profile.

Riding a motorcycle to work every day is so cool.

No one in the hospital, especially the young men, was not envious of Wang Jianjun's iron lump.

Men seem to be born to like cars. In this era when bicycles are equivalent to cars in later generations.

Motorcycles are like supercars.

Which man doesn't want to ride it out for a ride?

But no one dared to borrow it to ride.

One reason is that I’m afraid I won’t be able to pay for it if it breaks.

Secondly, it won’t open.

Driving this thing requires learning, just like driving a four-wheeler.

If you haven’t learned it, you don’t even know how to start it.

Since owning a motorcycle, Wang Jianjun has also become a celebrity in the steel mill.

Whenever the workers in the factory heard the roar of a motorcycle, they knew that Wang Jianjun had come to work.

Even Wang Jianjun's popularity overshadowed Director Yang.

Although Director Yang has a special driver to pick him up and drop him off every day.

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