Neither of them spoke, and they just listened to Xing Baohua's endless rambling.

"Sony launched its digital playback source, called CD, last year. It's incredibly expensive, costing over six hundred US dollars. And its operating principle..."

Taking advantage of the free time, Xing Baohua gave this second-generation rich kid a lesson on high-end audio systems.

"What do you do for a living and know so much?" Sun Changjie asked, feeling a chill run down his spine.

“I work at this repair shop. You can ask Su Ya if you don’t believe me,” Xing Baohua said.

"I don't know either?" Su Ya suddenly said.

These words startled Xing Baohua and Sun Changjie, who then exchanged a glance.

Sun Changjie said, "Alright, I won't buy it. You keep it and sell it for your own three thousand. I want to see who can afford it. If you can build one, you can build a second one. I'll buy the second one. If you dare to sell it for less than three thousand, I'll bring some people to smash your shop."

“Okay, Su Ya will be our witness. We can't hide such a high price anyway,” Xing Baohua said. He understood what the other party meant: if they couldn't sell it for three thousand, it would be stuck with them.

If we sell it for less than three thousand yuan, we'll be disrespecting this rich kid. Smashing the shop is a minor matter.

Don't underestimate the connections and power of a rich kid; he's capable of doing things you wouldn't expect.

Sun Changjie said goodbye to Su Ya and left, leaving only the two of them in the room.

Xing Baohua asked Su Ya, "Is there anything else?"

"I... I'm fine now. Well, I'll go back then." Su Ya felt a little awkward when she was left alone with Xing Baohua; she had even forgotten what she had come there for.

"You didn't go to work today?" Xing Baohua found it amusing to see Su Ya looking a little lost.

“You’re on weekends? Don’t you take weekends off?” Su Ya replied.

Xing Baohua slapped his forehead and said, "Look at me, I've been so busy I forgot. I haven't had a single day off since I started working."

Su Ya chuckled, perhaps finding Xing Baohua's words a bit amusing, and said with a smile, "You're really something! I've never seen you work seriously before, it's like you're on vacation every day."

Touching his nose, Xing Baohua smiled sheepishly and said, "It's probably because I've become a permanent employee. I have to be responsible for my career."

"Come on, you're really good at bragging." Su Ya laughed and said, just as they heard the jingling of bicycle bells outside.

Xing Baohua went outside and saw the postman setting up his cart. He asked, "Is there any mail for me?"

"Yes!" The postman finished tidying up his vehicle and took out a magazine and a thick envelope from the side pocket of the seat.

He said, "It's from a computer magazine. It seems your article has been published. This is a wire transfer slip. Just sign the slip and take this wire transfer to the post office to collect the money."

"Oh, thank you! Come in and have a glass of water." Xing Baohua politely accepted the wire transfer slip and the magazine.

"No, I still have a lot of letters and newspapers to deliver. You go ahead with your work." With that, the postman pushed his cart away.

"Wow, you published in a magazine! Can I take a look at what you wrote?" Su Ya asked in surprise. At the same time, she thought to herself:

"I used to think Xing Baohua was just an ignorant good-for-nothing, but now he's even publishing in magazines with some knowledge. Did I underestimate him?"

Xing Baohua casually handed the magazine to Su Ya and said, "Just read it casually, it's just for fun."

He was more concerned about how much he had received in royalties. He glanced at the bank transfer slip and saw the amount was 11.2 yuan.

Speechless! That's a lot of money! What can you do with that? Would giving an extra zero bankrupt you?

How will I have the passion to write anymore?

Xu Shuai rushed in and first saw Su Ya holding a magazine, looking at it with some curiosity. Then he saw Xing Baohua staring blankly at a list. He walked over and said, "Hua Zi, according to the dimensions you gave, we can't buy plexiglass."

Xing Baohua put down the order form and asked, "What's wrong? They think it's too little and won't sell it?"

"No, we don't have enough money."

"How much difference?"

"Nine yuan and eighty cents."

Xing Baohua picked up the remittance slip, glanced at it, and reluctantly tossed it in front of Xu Shuai, saying, "Take this to the post office to exchange it; that will be enough money."

"What's this?" Xu Shuai asked after receiving the order.

"Payment for the manuscript?"

When did this happen?

"Why are you talking so much! Hurry up and go." Xing Baohua waved his hand, shooing Xu Shuai out.

Xing Baohua watched as Su Ya found a small stool, sat down, and began engrossed in reading a computer magazine. Instead of disturbing her, Xing Baohua stroked his chin, pondering what materials he could use to make the amplifier and speakers more aesthetically pleasing.

A short while later, Liu Quan returned and said to Xing Baohua, "The factory's repair shop doesn't have paint. I'll go out and ask around."

Xing Baohua shook his head and said, "Don't bother with that. Even if we find them, they might not be able to help us with the paint job."

He then said, "Here's what I'm thinking, how about we use aluminum alloy?"