She didn't think much about it. She was tired after a day and fell asleep with her head against the pillow.
Jiang Cheng did not go to Zhou Weidong's house, but went to the county town overnight.
He wanted to repair those radios as soon as possible so that Mom and Xianxian wouldn't have to work so hard.
He came to the address Zhao Baode told him and saw a figure standing under a willow tree from a distance.
"Brother, I finally got you here!"
Zhao Baode finally let go of his worry, and there was a hint of surprise in his words.
At this moment, Zhao Baode was full of vigor and vitality, as if the person who was about to jump off the building in broad daylight was not him at all.
"Have you been waiting for a long time? Sorry, something at home delayed me!"
Jiang Cheng quickly lowered his long legs, wiped the sweat off his face, and locked his bicycle in one smooth motion.
"It's okay. I'm fine anyway."
Zhao Baode said this while wiping the cold sweat from his body that had just broken out from the fright.
He waited for three hours, but no one showed up. God knows how desperate he was.
How could he dare to lose his temper? As long as these radios could be repaired, he would be willing to wait not only three hours, but even three hundred hours.
He led Jiang Cheng into the corridor of the tube-shaped building, which was crowded with honeycomb coal, stoves, bottles of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, and cupboards.
He guided carefully, fearing that Jiang Cheng might suddenly change his mind.
Finally, it was done. Zhao Baode closed the door and saw that all the radios in the room had problems.
He rubbed his hands together and smiled ingratiatingly, "It's all here. Thank you so much for your help!"
“No rush!”
Jiang Cheng sat down and asked Zhao Baode to sit down as well. "I can help you repair all these tape recorders. You can still make money. But I have one condition!"
Zhao Baode swallowed his saliva and said, "Name your price!"
He had expected this to happen. People without any relatives or friends had no obligation to help him. He could pay as long as Jiang Cheng was not too greedy.
"Eight dollars each. Don't worry, if there's even one I can't fix, I won't charge a cent!"
Jiang Cheng's eyes were clear and firm, leaving no room for negotiation.
Zhao Baode thought quickly for a while and finally nodded in agreement.
After deducting the cost of each radio, including the repair fee to Jiang Cheng, he still made a profit.
Better than letting it rot in your hands!
"Don't worry, I keep my word. As soon as this batch of goods is out, I will pay you immediately!"
Jiang Cheng nodded. Since he was so straightforward, he had nothing to complain about.
Jiang Cheng quickly immersed himself in repairing the radio. The waste piled up like a mountain. Jiang Cheng simply sat down. His 1.9-meter-tall figure was almost buried.
He had already mastered the principles. Every radio had a different problem, so he only needed to use pliers to unscrew the screws and take a look to know where the problem was. His movements were as fast as a gust of wind.
Zhao Baode originally wanted to learn a few moves secretly, but before he could see clearly that Jiangcheng had been repaired, he learned in vain.
After several unsuccessful attempts, he gave up completely and simply closed the back cover with pliers.
He became more and more proficient and slowly caught up with Jiang Cheng's rhythm.
The room was extremely quiet, with only the ticking of the wall clock as accompaniment. Seconds passed by, and all 25,000 radios were repaired. Jiang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief.
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