"Are you looking for someone who can assemble a radio?" Song Songbai asked.
He had to think of a way. Although he was in good physical condition, it was a bit too much for him to carry so many things and walk so far.
"How do you know?" Cheng Fei asked.
Song Songbai looked silently at the pile of radio parts on the table.
Ge Qiuze and Cheng Fei looked at each other awkwardly, which was a bit conspicuous.
Ge Qiuze asked, "Can you assemble it?"
"Can."
"Then you give it a try."
Song Songbai sat on the stool and started to assemble it, he was familiar with the process. Although the brand of the radio was different from those in the scrap yard, the basic structure was the same.
"Do you have a flashlight?" Song Songbai looked up and asked. The light here was a little dim and the details could not be seen.
"Yes, yes," Cheng Fei's lackey took the largest flashlight.
Song Songbai took it and turned it to the lowest setting, adding light. There were some delicate parts mixed together, so he had to look carefully. Fortunately, the tools here were also complete.
Practice makes perfect. This time, Song Songbai finished assembling it in just over an hour.
Turn on the antenna, switch, and the radio starts squeaking.
"It's amazing, it really works!" Cheng Fei, who was drowsy and waiting on the side, suddenly shouted.
"Comrade Song, then you can help us assemble it. I'll give you ten dollars for each radio. How about that?" Cheng Fei said tentatively.
"Fifty." Song Songbai said.
Cheng Fei choked and Ge Qiuze fell silent.
Even lions don't have such a big mouth.
A regular radio that requires a ticket costs over fifty, a regular one that doesn't require a ticket can be sold for over eighty, but their generic radio that doesn't require a ticket can never be sold for under eighty, fifty at most.
The profit is less than fifty yuan!
"Fifteen yuan is the most." Ge Qiuze said.
"Sure." Song Songbai nodded. "An An bought three broken radios at the scrap yard last time. We can assemble them into a good one."
Ge Qiuze's eyes lit up. If the broken ones could be reassembled, then their parts costs could be reduced. Even if the old assembled ones had to be sold at a lower price, there would still be profit.
"Okay," Ge Qiuze extended his hand. "It's a pleasure to work with you."
"It's a pleasure to work with you," Song Songbai said, shaking hands with a deep expression. "Have you ridden your bike yet?"
"I rode it." Ge Qiuze was stunned for a moment.
"As a partner, lend it to me."
"Oh, oh." Ge Qiuze nodded, "Okay."
"Three more new lunch boxes." Song Songbai made another request. Zhou Yian asked him to pack dinner. He was so excited when he came out in the morning that he forgot to bring his lunch box. He just remembered it now.
Cheng Fei quickly took out three lunch boxes and rinsed them with water. This was his admiration for intellectuals and skilled workers.
"Where is the bicycle?" Song Songbai looked around but couldn't find it.
"I'll take you there, it's outside," Cheng Fei agreed first and helped to carry a sack of things.
Song Songbai nodded, took his remaining things and followed him out, pulling a rope.
Ge Qiuze frowned at Song Songbai who was oblivious to the people around him. Who was the boss of Chengfei anyway? Why was he so arrogant?
After tying all his things tightly onto his bicycle, Song Songbai rode it to a state-owned restaurant to buy food before returning home.
At home, Zhou Yian was still struggling with the wool. At first, the wool was scattered, so she rolled it into balls according to her memory.
Then?
That was all, she didn’t have any knitting needles!
Seeing that her eye sockets had gotten much better, she planned to go to Aunt Zhang's house to borrow some first. Mainly, she wanted Aunt Zhang to give her some advice. Apart from learning how to roll the wool into a ball, she really didn't know how to do anything else. How could she confidently buy wool instead of a sweater at that time?
This is outrageous.
So when Song Songbai came back, he was faced with an empty house.
For a moment, he even thought that he had scared the person away by forcing her to marry him.
After putting down all the things, Song Songbai thought for a moment. He thought that Zhou Yian didn't know many people, and she was indeed scared yesterday. She wouldn't go far, and she was probably at Aunt Zhang's house.
He diligently went to call her back, and seeing that he had bought so many festive things, she would definitely like them.
Zhou Yian came back with a sweater that he had only knitted one or two rows after spending half a day knitting. When he saw the two sacks of red things, his eyes went dark.
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