Seeing that the aunt from the street office was about to send him to the police station if he didn't answer properly, Du Jizhong gritted his teeth and patiently answered every question she asked.
By the time the aunt finished questioning, the master had almost typed out all the information.
"Okay, it's okay." The aunt from the street office smiled. "Don't blame the child. It's good that the child has this awareness."
Then he patted Erdan's head and said, "Come, shake hands with uncle, and let's put aside all grudges with a smile."
Erdan drank from a soda bottle in one hand and stretched out his other hand to shake hands with Du Jizhong. Du Jizhong looked at Erdan's wet hand and didn't extend his hand. "Just ask clearly about the matter. I'm not the kind of person who would bother with trivial matters."
He said, turning to look at the master, "Master, is the printing done?"
"Hmm." The master sorted the printed papers by page number and looked at him. "Do you want to bind them together with a stapler or paper clips?"
Du Jizhong: "Put the paper clip in the upper left corner."
After he finished speaking, the master finished it, handed over the money, took the information, turned around and left without even looking at the other people in the room.
As soon as he left, the aunt from the street office wearing the armband also left. Su Qinghu raised his eyebrows. Very good, I learned something new.
It turns out that in this era, the aunties working in the street office have magical powers.
"Hurry, hurry!" Erdan stopped drinking soda and urged Su Qinghu, "Mom, write down his name quickly."
Su Qinghu chuckled, "No need, I've memorized it all."
"You guys..." Su Qinghu looked at the children and the master, "I've finished explaining the principle of the typewriter. Do you understand?"
Dadan nodded.
Erdan: "About the same."
Qian Duoshu looked at Erdan, who hadn't been paying full attention just now, and then at Dadan, "I'm just like big brother."
Ms. Meng was a little amused when Su Qinghu looked at her, but she answered like a child, "Although I don't understand everything, I know how to type."
The chef looked at the bag of fruit on the table, was silent for a while, and then said, "I only accept money here, no barter."
Although these fruits are not cheap, they are not easy to store and will be gone once they are eaten. They are not worth the money.
Su Qinghu smiled, "That's not the cost of repairing the typewriter. How much is your repair fee?"
"Three dollars and twenty cents." The master straightened his back and quoted the price. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Do I need to explain to you what's wrong with it and why I charge so much?"
Su Qinghu smiled and shook his head slightly, "No, just fix it."
As he spoke, he took out four one-dollar bills from his bag and handed them over. "Thank you for answering these children's questions. The extra money and these fruits are your hard work as a teacher."
The master wanted to decline, but Su Qinghu smiled and waved his hand, "You explained the principles of the typewriter to these children. I guess I may need you again in the future, so please accept it."
"Give it back to them to be demolished?" Seeing Su Qinghu's frank eyes and calm demeanor, the master stopped refusing. He asked with some surprise when he heard her say that.
Generally speaking, when encountering such a thing, most people would not allow their children to touch it again, right?
Su Qinghu smiled indifferently, "Just tear it down. Whether adults or children, it's rare to have curiosity and interest."
In a person's lifetime, how many things that interest him can he encounter? While he is interested, he should try them.
The master looked at Su Qinghu deeply and said nothing.
Ms. Meng also spoke up, "Master, do you have a table of commonly used Chinese characters? Can you make us a few copies?"
As soon as she spoke, several children looked over.
The master turned around and started making copies for them, four copies, one for each person except Su Qinghu.
After leaving the typewriter shop, Ms. Meng and the children were still looking at the commonly used Chinese character sequence chart while walking. Su Qinghu couldn't help but remind them, "Let's look at it when we get home?"
Although there are very few cars these days, there are many bicycles and motorcycles, which is ultimately unsafe.
Upon hearing this, the four of them all collected the Chinese character sequence table.
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When they got home, the four of them gathered around the typewriter, either discussing or lining up to actually operate it. Su Qinghu sat on the other side, watching with the information given by Zhang Dongsheng.
As I watched, my thoughts drifted to Du Jizhong.
I thought I couldn't find this person to introduce me to a job, but ended up introducing him to a bastard in the crooked world. I didn't expect to meet him when I came to fix my typewriter...
"Grandma, you dialed the wrong number again, hahaha!" Erdan's excited voice rang out, "It's our turn! It's our turn!"
Ms. Meng stood up and gave her seat to the three children. They had agreed that if anyone made a typo, the next person would take the seat. She had to stand up even though she was reluctant.
Su Qinghu glanced over there, then smiled and looked away, concentrating his attention and continuing to read the information given by Zhang Dongsheng, preparing to finish the plan and hand it to him today.
After reading the information, Su Qinghu called out to her mother-in-law, Ms. Meng, when she made a mistake again and gave up her seat.
Ms. Meng came over and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Mom, how much does it cost to install a phone now? How long will it take?" Su Qinghu patted the chair beside him and motioned her to sit down.
Ms. Meng sat down, thought for a moment, and said, "If you're asking how much it costs, I can give you a rough estimate. If you're asking how long the wait will be, I can't really say. Some waits take a few months, others several years. Installation is easy, but the switch is quite difficult to fix."
"Why, do you want to install a telephone?" asked Ms. Meng.
Su Qinghu nodded, "Yes."
After she finished speaking, she looked at her mother-in-law, Ms. Meng, and said, "Mom, I shouldn't have to wait a few years, right?"
"I don't understand this either. I'll ask your dad when I get home and then I'll tell you." Ms. Meng was curious, "Why do you suddenly want to press the phone?"
Su Qinghu didn't hide it from her, "I made some money selling clothes before, and I bought some stocks on my last business trip. It will be convenient to have a phone to buy and sell in the future."
When she heard she had bought stocks, Ms. Meng took a breath and said, "Why did you buy that? Besides transferring it, what else can you do with it?"
You still need to find an agency to transfer.
"Mom, you're so fashionable." Su Qinghu gave her a thumbs-up. "I didn't expect you to know about stock transfers."
After flattering him, Su Qinghu said seriously, "We've been reforming and opening up for a few years now, and the liberalization of stock trading is probably just a matter of a few years. Looking at our current economic development momentum, I'm optimistic for the time being."
"Just treat it as an experiment. If you don't want to hold on to it anymore, you can sell it. It's not difficult."
Ms. Meng sighed, "You young people are smart. If you think it's possible, then do it. But... don't invest all your money."
"Don't worry." Su Qinghu pointed to his head, which looked plump due to its superior skull. "There are ways to make money here. We definitely won't starve."
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