The Zhou family was bustling with activity, with even Zhou Qingshan, the eldest brother, and Zhou Qinglin, the second brother, coming to watch the excitement.
"Fourth brother, you actually brought back a tricycle! How much did that cost?"
"Fourth brother, you're really capable. Even your second brother didn't expect you to be so rich."
Zhou Qinglin patted his younger brother on the shoulder, looking at the tricycle with great envy. He never expected his brother's family to be so wealthy.
Zhou Qingyun shook his head, "It's not very expensive, probably only ten or twenty yuan, maybe less than twenty."
This tricycle wasn't an abandoned tricycle left at a recycling center that he happened to find by chance.
Actually, this was modified by Zhou Qingyun from an abandoned bicycle, the kind that was in such bad condition that it was assembled from several broken parts.
The three wheels of the tricycle did not come from the same bicycle, the keel was also different, and the cargo box was something he found after searching the entire recycling station.
The other miscellaneous parts were all materials he finally managed to gather after scouring the entire recycling center.
These materials cost less than twenty yuan, so they weren't too expensive for him.
"What? Less than twenty yuan? Are you kidding me?" Zhou Qingshan was shocked to hear his younger brother say that.
This is a tricycle.
Even if this tricycle looks particularly dilapidated and ugly, it is still a rideable vehicle.
My own younger brother rode it home from the county town, which means that its basic functions are still there. How could such a tricycle be cheap?
A bicycle costs over a hundred yuan, and you need a bicycle ticket to buy one.
How cheap can a tricycle be?
It costs less than twenty yuan, barely enough to buy a car wheel.
Zhou Qingyun explained to his two elder brothers the origin of the tricycle. It wasn't a vehicle he bought from someone else; rather, he assembled it himself using discarded materials.
Actually, the performance of this tricycle is really poor, after all, the materials are not very complete.
People know that scrap metal is valuable; there might be all sorts of newspapers or textbooks in a recycling center.
However, there is relatively little scrap metal.
As for finding gold or antiques at a scrap yard, forget about it.
Do you think you're the only one who knows how to appreciate something when others don't?
Don't other people know that gold, silver, jewelry, calligraphy, paintings, and antiques are valuable?
They either secretly hide it, or if they can't hide it, they destroy it, so they won't give you much of a chance to pick up a bargain.
Zhou Qingyun was lucky to find three wheels at the recycling station. He had originally thought that even if he couldn't find any extra wheels, he could assemble a car from just one.
Ultimately, it comes down to limitations in materials.
Zhou Qingyun was particularly nostalgic for his past life when he worked in a machinery factory, where he only needed to submit a report to apply for any materials he needed.
When purchasing materials at the factory, if he wanted to make something for himself, he could apply for permission to buy it himself, which would avoid too much trouble.
Unlike now, he simply doesn't have the extra channels to get his hands on these things.
Of course, Chen Suwen had a lot of materials in his space. Although Zhou Qingyun had brought back a tricycle from the county town, he was not without plans to make other things.
After Zhou Qingshan and Zhou Qinglin heard their younger brother explain the origin of the tricycle, their first thought was—
When did you learn this skill?
When did my younger brother become so amazing?
Despite his impressive skills, he didn't get a job in a city machinery factory or steel mill, but instead stayed in the countryside to farm.
They hadn't noticed it all these years.
Zhou Qingyun raised an eyebrow. "Big brother and second brother, have you forgotten? I studied with the people in the army for a while back then."
"But my skills weren't very good back then; I've only recently developed such good skills."
Zhou Qingyun explained that he had learned a little bit of the skills long ago, but his skills were not proficient in the previous years, and he only became proficient in the last twenty or thirty years.
Over the years, he has been diligently studying and secretly practicing his skills, and no one except his wife knows about it.
It wasn't until now that he had mastered the skills and, with his wife's support, went to the recycling station to find materials and made this tricycle.
"Sister-in-law, is what the fourth brother said true?" Zhou Qinglin looked at Chen Suwen, wanting to confirm whether what his younger brother said was true.
Is the fourth brother really the kind of person who achieves great things later in life?
He spent so many years honing his skills, and only now, after becoming a grandfather, has he finally made a name for himself.
Chen Suwen nodded without thinking, and without even looking at Zhou Qingyun, she tacitly helped him cover up his excuse.
“Our Qingyun is very hardworking. He has been practicing very diligently in private over the years.”
"Look, this bicycle is the result of Qingyun's efforts. Are you satisfied with Qingyun's achievements, Big Brother and Second Brother?"
Chen Suwen looked proud and smug, which confirmed that what Zhou Qingyun said was true.
In fact, Zhou Qingshan and Zhou Qinglin never suspected that their younger brother had been replaced, since Zhou Qingyun's appearance hadn't changed much from childhood to adulthood; he was just more mature now than when he was younger.
Zhou Qingyun's lifestyle and speaking habits remained unchanged.
Therefore, they never doubted that Zhou Qingyun had been replaced. They began to believe that what he said was true, that he was a late bloomer, and that he had worked hard for twenty or thirty years to finally achieve his remarkable success.
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