"I heard the foreigners haven't left yet. Is the sound system still with you?" Liu Haibo looked around again, as if looking for the sound system.

"It's not with me. It was packed up and sent to the guesthouse a few days ago," Xing Baohua replied, shrugging his shoulders.

"Give me your parts list, and I'll go get you one," Liu Haibo said.

"Okay, just a moment." With that, he went to his workbench, opened a drawer, and took out two sheets of paper, which he had written last night.

Liu Haibo stepped forward and followed him to the workbench. He first looked at the parts list and then said to Xing Baohua, "Brother, I'll take the list. I'm keeping my word. If you take the money and run away or don't do the job, then it won't just be your problem."

This was a real threat. Ten thousand yuan was a huge sum of money at that time, and it was normal for him to take the money and run. Xing Baohua could run away, but what about his family? That was the point they were making.

As he spoke, Liu Haibo reached behind him and Zhang Taoming handed him a bag. Liu Haibo took the bag, placed it on the table, and opened it to show Xing Baohua the money inside.

Xing Baohua smiled slightly, took the bag, and placed it at her feet without even looking at it. She thought to herself, "Don't these rich people take such nice bags for granted?"

But he said, "Do I need to write you a note or something?"

Liu Haibo waved his hand and said, "No need. Oh, you drew this."

He spoke very generously, not afraid that Xing Baohua would trick him. When he waved his hand, he noticed some sketches on the table.

This is a sketch of the calculator that Xing Baohua designed earlier. You can tell what it is just by looking at the outline.

"Did you design this, or did you get it from someone else?" Liu Haibo casually picked up the sketch and looked at it, asking.

"I designed it myself," Xing Baohua nodded and said.

“It’s a waste of your talent to stay cooped up here. Don’t you want to make a lot of money?” Liu Haibo said with a smile.

"I don't want to," Xing Baohua replied immediately.

Sun Changjie and Zhang Taoming behind him both chuckled. "You don't want to make money with this?"

Do you calculate how much you've earned recently? How much did you make just from selling three sets of stereos? Don't you have any idea?

Liu Haibo glanced at his two companions, then turned to Xing Baohua and said, "You get it done first, I'll take a look later, okay? I'll introduce you to a big business. We'll just make a small profit from this, it's all just a small fee."

"Oh, by the way, do you know anything about computers? Can you build one?" Liu Haibo suddenly asked again.

"What?"

"Computer, um, a microcomputer, a computer. Do you know how to build one?" Liu Haibo thought Xing Baohua hadn't heard him clearly, so he repeated himself.

“I can make an egg, but that’s the kind of thing you can make in this dump. I’m just a broken TV repairman. You think so highly of me!” Xing Baohua replied quickly.

These words made Sun Changjie frown slightly. He didn't know why Xing Baohua said that, but he knew that Xing Baohua could fix computers.

Perhaps Xing Baohua disliked Liu Haibo's way of speaking. But Xing Baohua really did manage to get his hands on that thing. What a massive system! Without those digital factories and research institutes behind it, who could operate it? The investment was enormous.

He earns so little money that it wouldn't even make a ripple if he threw it in.

He wants to build a mobile phone? Is that even possible? The battery alone is enough to stump him. If you ask him to assemble a computer, that's easier; he can finish in about an hour. With practice, it'll take at most half an hour.

This thing is too difficult to build.

Seeing that Xing Baohua's face was almost black, Liu Haibo shook his head and left with the words, "Okay, I'll come find you in a couple of days after I've got the parts ready."

After saying that, he led the way out. Sun Changjie walked behind Xing Baohua, side by side, and asked in a low voice, "Don't you know how to fix things?"

“Brother, that’s building! Ask anyone who knows how to repair motorcycles if they can build a motorcycle,” Xing Baohua said, shaking his head.

"Oh!" Sun Changjie understood.

He then said to Xing Baohua, "It seems he didn't mean it that way; he wanted you to make it."

"So, you mean, you want to assemble one?" Xing Baohua said.

“Yes. That’s exactly what I mean!” Sun Changjie’s voice was a little louder, which attracted the attention of the two people in front of him, who turned around to look at them.

"We'll talk about this next time," Sun Changjie said in a low voice before quickly getting into the car.

Although Xing Baohua didn't say he knew how to assemble it, Sun Changjie already understood.

After they left, Xing Baohua squatted by the roadside, stroking his chin in thought.

These are a group of legal resellers.

Rationally, Xing Baohua wanted to stay away from them, but in reality, she wanted their resources. They could get you the permits you couldn't obtain.

Xing Baohua's own factory is about to start up, and everything is in the planning stages, but unknown difficulties are also looming ahead.

As for the distribution of profits, as long as the officials and their cronies aren't greedy, they can share the profits. But what if they are greedy?

"When did the Patent Law come into effect? ​​Separating research institutes from factories? If they're greedy, just give them an empty shell factory. Where will the research institute be? Where will the patents be?" Xing Baohua muttered to himself.