Many parents were also romantic when they first got married, with poetry, books and distant places in their minds.

In the end, they were tortured by their own children and turned into "walking powder kegs", mainly because of their overly high expectations, which created a huge gap between reality and the parents' unwillingness to accept it.

It can be said that Han Chudong's growth history from childhood to adulthood is a tragic history of being beaten by his own father while growing up.

At the beginning, the reason was very simple. I felt that my son was disobedient and would not become a good person unless he was beaten.

As Han Chudong grew up, he still did not dare to do it, and this daily beating gradually became boring.

Rather than teaching his son a lesson, the father wanted to calm the frustration in his heart. In other words, to make himself comfortable, and he didn't care how it felt to be a punching bag.

Han's father often wondered why his son was so helpless when it came to him, since he had achieved some success and had built up a network of relationships in this small pond . As time went by, he used his power to beat his son with discretion, and the chicken feathers flew everywhere, and were quickly blown into the corner of the living room by the overhead fan.

Han Chudong was speechless after being beaten for no reason. What was even more annoying was that his leg was injured and it was difficult for him to run away.

Seeing that the other party was still trying to hit him, he raised his arm and shouted, "Stop! Why are you hitting me for no reason? I'm not scolding you, I'm just scared!"

My arm was burning with pain.

Having never been beaten by his own parents, how could he be in a good mood at this moment? Han Chudong felt very aggrieved about this and added: "It can be put back together after being taken apart. I didn't break it. The dust in this old TV is thicker than the dust on the road. How can I continue to use it if I don't wipe it off?"

Father Han, who was holding a feather duster, saw the neatly arranged TV parts and finally realized that they could indeed be put back together.

I was wondering if I had wronged this little bastard again. It would be bad to just stop and withdraw my hands, and it would be even worse to continue beating him.

For the sake of face and dignity, he glared angrily and said, "It's not broken. It's okay if it's a little dusty. Who told you to tear it apart? Put it back for me now. You'll be in trouble if you delay me from watching TV!"

Well, knowing that the beating was in vain, Han Chudong was so depressed that he could vomit three liters of blood.

At present, it is clear who has the final say in the family.

Following his father's orders, Han Chudong had no choice but to do as his father ordered and put the parts back one by one. When he saw that a wire was loose, he helped to tighten it.

It was a bit difficult to improve it, but after doing so much manual work, it was not difficult for him to disassemble and reassemble it. After plugging in the plug and turning on the switch, he silently said: "The TV at home needs to be replaced. The flickering screen hurts my eyes. There should be better new products on the market."

There was probably a hint of resentment in his tone.

Han Chudong really wanted to say, isn't this just pretend? What's the matter with the red mark on the arm? Don't expect his father to apologize or admit his mistake. However, all he got in return was a cold snort.

Then he restored the radio and continued to hide in the room with the notebook. Now that he had suffered a loss as a son and had to deal with such an unreasonable father, he could not bear it, but he could afford to hide.

After dismantling the radio and TV and thinking about them for so long, I have gained some knowledge. The biggest feeling is that the knowledge in my mind is not as useful as I imagined.

Take televisions for example. Before their rebirth, all major manufacturers were working on laser TVs, folding TVs, AI TVs, etc., which are almost as far apart as heaven and earth from these old TVs.

He knew the general operating principles of his old TV, but it would be difficult to master the "cutting-edge technology" of this era without spending some time to study and research it.

After thinking about it, I just picked a few things I am good at to improve, and I have some ideas.

There is no need to rush for now. Han Chudong wants to take some time to calm down. Returning to Los Angeles in the 1970s in a daze must have been a big blow to him.

There are gaps above and below the door, so there is basically no sound insulation.

There was a dining table outside the door. He fell into a short nap and woke up just in time to hear Han's father's voice, saying, "Guess what I saw when I came back. The brat had taken apart the radio and TV. It wasn't just a simple case of removing the shell, but he took it apart to the point where you could see the small parts inside.

I wondered if I had chosen the wrong job before. Should I send him to learn how to repair home appliances? There are several home appliance repair shops in Chinatown. They make a lot of money. They charge whatever they ask. I can't even pay them back. It's even more expensive to send him to a shopping mall. It's very promising."

"As long as he doesn't make money by begging, robbing, or doing something that harms the world, any other job is fine. But can you find a master to take care of him?"

This is the old man's voice, and it sounds full of energy.

Repairing home appliances is a technical job. With the development of technology, the number of electronic products in stores has continued to increase, and there has always been a market gap for home appliance repairmen.

As long as the craft is good, you can open a shop in a crowded place with people, with low cost and high return. Ever since seeing Han Chudong successfully put the two things together, his father has been thinking about sending him to learn this craft.

“I have someone under me, and his relative seems to be running that kind of store. I’ll go ask him when I go to work tomorrow. Then I’ll ask Chudong to be smart, and there’s a chance he’ll be accepted.

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After he has studied for two or three years, we will pay for him to rent a shop. He will have no problem supporting his family. Besides, we don't need him to support us. I will be thankful if he can just take care of himself. If he dares to be lazy and not pay attention again, I will break his other leg. It really makes me mad."

The father taught his son a lesson, and the grandfather can teach his son a lesson, too. Old Man Han's voice continued, "Don't talk about Xiaodong all day long. He could have fought back, but you kept scolding him and he just gave up. I'll talk to him about this matter in person later, so just shut up."

"...I'm also anxious. It looks like he's getting big. The little bald guy from our neighbor's house has recently been admitted to the University of California. Those kids who didn't study a few years ago, some are doing business, some are learning a craft, and some are working hard, which one of them is not better than Chu Dong?"

The grandmother also felt sorry for her grandson and chimed in, saying, "At least get a diploma, and you'll be sensible in the future."

Han Chudong was lying on the bed and heard with his own ears the entire process of his elders making the decision.

He muttered to himself, "What can I earn from repairing home appliances? It's really a waste of my precious time."

I feel that I should spend my time on more meaningful things, such as designing some designs, applying for patents and then selling them to manufacturers to make a lot of money, or simply partnering with others, with others providing the money and me using the technology to start a company together.

It was only 1973, and the IC (semiconductor) industry and IT (information technology) industry were just beginning to develop. Han Chudong was confident that he could achieve success with his status as a veteran and the knowledge in his head.

I thought I was a fool to do a dead-end job in appliance repair, so when my grandfather came into the room and talked about learning to be a repairman, I decisively rejected the suggestion.

No matter how much Mr. Han tried to persuade her, she refused to agree. They had different perspectives and mindsets, so of course they couldn't agree on the same ideas.

The old man sighed, stood up silently and walked out the door.

After a while, about ten seconds, before the father came in, Han Chudong saw a familiar feather duster.

Suddenly, his face was filled with horror, and he reached out to grab his cane to escape...