"No wonder the radio you made was all squeaky and noisy last week. You didn't connect the wires correctly. Some of them are just wrong. Thank goodness you didn't use AC power. If you had, you'd probably have fried the capacitors."

A few minutes later, Wan Feng finished welding.

"Battery."

He turned around, took four No. 1 batteries, and put them into the battery box.

After turning on the power, I pressed the play button of the recorder first. The transmission part of the movement began to rotate at a constant speed, and the speaker made a slight squeaking sound.

This proves that the recording mechanism is working properly.

I turned off the tape recorder and turned on the radio. After dialing the tuner a few times, the radio started to play.

"I didn't realize you were so capable."

"Then let me listen to your tape."

He hesitated for a moment and took out a tape from his pocket.

The tape shows a broad-faced young man with a sly smile. The tape is titled "Banana Orchid Grass."

Wan Feng took the tape out of the box and put it on the movement, pressed the play button, and there was a squeaking sound at first and then the music started.

The main song is "Orchid Grass". After the prelude, Liu Xzheng's slightly drifting voice sounded: I came from the mountains, carrying orchid grass...

It might be because the speakers were too bad, or it might be because Wan Feng had listened to too many songs with good sound quality in his previous life. In any case, this music was very uncomfortable for Wan Feng to listen to.

But He listened with great interest.

Wan Feng stopped playing and started asking serious questions.

"I also want to build a tape recorder, but I don't know where to buy the parts. Do you have any connections?"

Wan Feng didn't believe that a man who could even buy tapes would have no connections.