"Old Hu! You really are... ruining your reputation in your later years!" Jin Xiangyang said, feigning a pained expression.
"Old Jin, let me explain." Hu Yong still wanted to make a last-ditch effort.
“Explanation? This is evidence you confessed to yourself. Caught red-handed, I need to live up to the clothes I’m wearing!” Jin Xiangyang said sternly.
“My dear niece, your father and I have been friends for many years. I was wrong this time. I’m willing to compensate you two thousand yuan. Could you please drop the case?” Helpless, Hu Yong had no choice but to beg Zhao Zhenzhu for forgiveness.
"It's too late. I gave you a chance, but you didn't want it," Zhao Zhenzhu coldly refused.
If you can get away with harming someone by paying money, where is justice in this world?
Zhao Zhenzhu is not short of money; she just wants Hu Yong and Liang Xiaohe to receive the punishment they deserve.
After Hu Yong and Liang Xiaohe were locked in the detention room, Jin Xiangyang picked up Zhao Zhenzhu's tape recorder and watched it over and over again.
"Pearl, your tape recorder is really advanced. It's small and exquisite, but the sound quality is very clear. Where did you buy it?" Jin Xiangyang liked it more and more as he looked at it.
The police station also has a tape recorder, but it's very bulky, weighing several kilograms.
This was the first time Jin Xiangyang had ever seen such a small and exquisite tape recorder.
Zhao Zhenzhu's heart skipped a beat.
I was careless.
According to Zhao Zhenzhu's past life, this palm-sized tape recorder was invented around 1979 by a Japanese company. It sold like hotcakes as soon as it was released.
This year is 1979.
Although China and Japan have maintained trade relations over the years, Zhao Zhenzhu was unsure whether this new type of tape recorder was currently available in China.
what to do?
“Uncle Jin, I got this from a homeless old man a few days ago. I felt sorry for him, so I gave him some steamed buns, and he insisted on giving me this machine. I thought it was quite interesting, so I took it,” Zhao Zhenzhu said, quick-wittedly.
Jin Xiangyang might not believe that a steamed bun could be exchanged for a tape recorder.
However, Zhao Zhenzhu dared not bring up Zhou Bingchen, the tool, again at this moment.
What if something Japan just invented ends up in Zhou Bingchen's hands? If people mistakenly think Zhou Bingchen is a spy or something, that would be a huge problem.
It's true that Zhao Zhenzhu wants to divorce Zhou Bingchen, but she won't frame him for something.
If this goes wrong, Zhao Zhenzhu could end up in jail.
Today, Hu Yong was so infuriating that Zhao Zhenzhu lost her temper and took out the tape recorder.
Moreover, it's true that Zhao Zhenzhu gave some steamed buns to the homeless old man. That old man died last month, so there's no way to verify it.
"You're a good person who gets good rewards." Unexpectedly, Jin Xiangyang actually believed Zhao Zhenzhu's words.
Because Jin Xiangyang had no idea that this kind of tape recorder was invented in Japan; he thought it was sold in big cities!
"Hehehe..." Zhao Zhenzhu could only use a silly laugh to cover up her guilty conscience.
"Pearl! Can I borrow your tape recorder for a few days?" Jin Xiangyang mustered his courage and asked.
Jin Xiangyang's brother-in-law, Xu Haibo, is a technician at the city's radio factory.
Last year during the Spring Festival, Xu Haibo and his family visited relatives in Taohua Town and talked with Jin Xiangyang about their vision for the future development of radio.
Xu Haibo believes that future tape recorders will likely become smaller and more portable.
However, Xu Haibo couldn't figure out how to make the large tape recorder smaller. After all, a tape recorder requires many parts, and it also needs to hold cassette tapes!
Jin Xiangyang wanted his brother-in-law to come back and see the finished product of Zhao Zhenzhu.
"Uncle Jin, you can take it if you like! It's yours." Zhao Zhenzhu breathed a sigh of relief after hearing Jin Xiangyang's reason for borrowing the tape recorder.
"How could that be? A gentleman doesn't take what others cherish." Jin Xiangyang waved his hands repeatedly.
“Uncle Jin, this thing isn’t really of any use to me. If it can give Uncle Xu some inspiration, then it’ll be worth the money. I’ll ask Bingchen to see if they sell it over there, and I’ll just buy another one,” Zhao Zhenzhu said.
Zhou Bingchen's troops were stationed in a major coastal city in the south, where many rare items that were unavailable in Qingshan County could be purchased.
“Pearls! I’ll pay for them,” Jin Xiangyang said, his eyes lighting up.
"No need, I didn't spend any money." Zhao Zhenzhu didn't want it.
“How about this? I’ll borrow it for a month first. If Xu Haibo can master this machine and design a newer version of the recorder, I’ll have him give you half of the bonus,” Jin Xiangyang said after thinking for a moment.
Jin Xiangyang felt that a month should be enough time for Xu Haibo to thoroughly study the machine.
If the radio factory adopts Xu Haibo's design, it will definitely pay him a design fee.
Half of the design fee will be given to Zhao Zhenzhu as a rental fee.
"Okay, then I'll wait for Uncle Jin's good news," Zhao Zhenzhu said with a smile.
Zhao Zhenzhu has many such tape recorders.
However, Jin Xiangyang insisted on not accepting it, and Zhao Zhenzhu couldn't insist on giving it to him either.
Let's lend it!
It doesn't matter if the money is never returned.
Zhao Zhenzhu left the tape recorder and tapes with Jin Xiangyang before leaving the police station with Zhao Tianyu.
However, Zhao Zhenzhu is not stupid.
When Zhao Zhenzhu first arrived at the police station, she took the opportunity to go to the toilet and went into her spatial dimension to copy a cassette tape.
The tape Zhao Zhenzhu left for Jin Xiangyang was a copy; the original was still in her possession.
"Sis, why did you leave that tape recorder to Uncle Jin? I haven't even seen what it looks like yet!" Zhao Tianyu said with some regret.
Zhao Tianyu also enjoyed tinkering with radios and similar devices since he was a child.
Seeing such a new type of tape recorder, Zhao Tianyu was also a little envious.
"I'll let you play for a few more days after Uncle Jin returns," Zhao Zhenzhu promised.
"Sister, don't forget!" Zhao Tianyu looked at Zhao Zhenzhu with eager eyes.
"I definitely won't forget it," Zhao Zhenzhu practically patted her chest in assurance.
"Sis, you're so lucky. You just gave people a few steamed buns and got such a nice tape recorder in return." Zhao Tianyu said with some envy.
"Haha, I also think I'm pretty lucky," Zhao Zhenzhu said with a smile.
Actually, Zhao Zhenzhu was a little flustered.
If she tells too many lies, I wonder if her nose will grow longer?
Hopefully, the homeless old man in the afterlife won't blame her.
"Sis, I plan to go to the police station tomorrow to get a divorce from Liang Xiaohe, and then I'll quit my job. I hope you can talk to Mom and Dad a bit more; I'm afraid they'll get upset," Zhao Tianyu said as they approached home.
"Resign? Why are you resigning?" Zhao Zhenzhu was stunned.
It's just a divorce, why is the younger brother jumping to the topic of quitting his job?
"I heard that I got this deputy director position because Director Wang gave me face to Hu Yong..." Zhao Tianyu said, somewhat embarrassed.
Zhao Tianyu's pride made it impossible for him to accept this.
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