Not only was Wan Feng dumbfounded, Jiang Hongguo was also dumbfounded: "Uncle Liu, your legs and feet are still very good, what do you want this thing for?"
"What are you doing? Sit down. Even though I'm agile, my legs hurt after walking a long distance. If I have this thing, I don't have to walk anymore. It's so cheap!"
Wan Feng was at a loss for words. Your legs hurt when you walk, but the pain goes away when you roll the push wheel with your hands?
Isn't this just saving your legs and feet but wasting your arms? What's the point?
"If you make one for me, it will only cost more than 100 yuan. It will save me a lot of trouble." Old Liu was very proud, with a look of superiority on his face.
He is probably a retired cadre.
"Okay then. I'll bring it here for you later."
After receiving the next order, Jiang Hongguo had to take action to buy supporting roles, and went to the Wujiaohua store with Wan Feng.
Halfway through the journey, Jiang Hongguo stopped his wheelchair on the side of the road and began to divide the money.
Two wheelchairs sold for two hundred and fifty.
Each of the two cars received a profit of 63 yuan, and Jiang Hongguo also paid Wan Feng 100 yuan.
This was the 100 yuan that Wan Feng lent him to buy accessories. As for the 50 yuan he borrowed for his medical treatment, Jiang Min had already paid it back.
"Do you have enough to make ends meet?"
"I've figured it out. I have enough money to buy spare parts for one wheelchair. I can sell one and buy a second one. Anyway, this thing won't sell many at once. I already have 60 yuan, which is enough to buy spare parts for another wheelchair."
Since it was enough, Wan Feng didn't act pretentiously and put the money away in his pocket.
Wan Feng now has about a thousand yuan on him, but he doesn't feel rich at all.
Other people who are reborn can easily make tens or hundreds of thousands of dollars in just a few months, so why is it not possible for me?
I have been doing this for more than half a year, but my total net worth is less than 1,000 yuan. Although I have more than 1,000 yuan on me now, more than 700 yuan of it is spent on clothes.
Could it be that the way I was reborn was wrong?
Is it because others are reborn as state cadres and college students, while I am a farmer?
This makes the gap seem to be zero.
Alas! Wan Feng sighed and walked into the hardware store with Jiang Hongguo, watching Jiang Hongguo buy accessories.
Jiang Hongguo first bought a pair of 26 wheels and hung them on a hook on the frame behind the wheelchair, and then bought a brake and a pair of guide wheels.
The kind of wheels you see on baby strollers that look like plastic and rubber, and have universal joints on them.
He can buy most of the wheelchair parts here, but he has to go elsewhere to get a few.
After buying the accessories, Jiang Hongguo took Wan Feng to the home appliance group.
There was a middle-aged man and a worker in the home appliance group. The middle-aged man was answering customers' questions, while the worker had his back to the counter and was busy with something unknown.
"He, where is my second uncle?" Since the old master was serving customers, Jiang Hongguo asked the guy at the counter.
The guy seemed to be busy with something with his back to the counter. He turned his head and glanced at Jiang Hongguo: "Uncle Jiang is here. Your second uncle must have gone out to play chess."
"This is my second uncle's new colleague. Wait here while I go find him."
Jiang Hongguo rolled his wheelchair somewhere to find his second uncle.
Wan Feng leaned over and asked the guy surnamed He, "Haven't you collected enough tape recorders yet?"
He turned around and took a good look at Wan Feng, as if he remembered something: "It's you! You were here last week?"
"Many stores are closed on Sundays, why don't you?"
"We have a new leader. Our store has been losing money for years. This won't work. If we change the system, our weekly schedule will be gone."
It's time for these stores to make some changes. They refuse to open before a certain time, close for lunch at noon, and close on weekends. Even if you want to order something, you can still order two.
And we can still avoid losses.
"What's up with your tape recorder?"
"It's basically finished, except for the shell."
"I see you're sweating profusely. Is there something you don't understand?"
"I don't know what's going on, it just doesn't make any sound." He said without turning his head.
"Can you bring it here so I can take a look at it for you?"
"You understand this?" He asked in disbelief.
"My father repairs radio broadcasts and stuff, so I know a little bit about it." Wan Feng lied without changing his expression or heartbeat.
He thought about it and probably had no other choice, so he put his pile of scrap metal on the counter.
A tape recorder core, a radio core, two speakers that seemed to be removed from an old radio, and a battery holder with four No. 1 batteries.
"No transformer?"
"I don't understand it now and I don't dare use the transformer for fear of burning it. I use batteries."
"Do you have a watch?"
He turned around and picked up an old-fashioned multimeter.
Wan Feng picked up the two needles on the multimeter and began to measure. After the measurement, he asked curiously, "Why didn't you let the two technicians in your group help you?"
"They ignored me because I was not doing my job."
This is the generation gap between young people and middle-aged and elderly people, and they dislike each other.
"Then how did you get into this group? You don't even know much about electrical appliances!"
This guy must have gotten in through the back door. He must know a lot about electrical appliances, but he only has a superficial understanding.
The reason why his tape recorder doesn't make any sound is that the wires are not connected correctly. It would be strange if it could make any sound.
Maybe the two people in the same group didn't like him because of this and didn't want to help him.
He didn't answer Wan Feng's question. It seemed that he came in through the back door.
"Bring me the soldering iron and everything."
He took the soldering iron and solder.
Wan Feng brought the soldering iron close to his eyes, tested the temperature, and then quickly disconnected the wires of the radio, tape recorder, and speaker power supply.
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