Rebirth 84 Everything depends on hands

Chen Feng sent the refrigerator to Uncle Li. Uncle Li couldn't stop laughing when he saw the refrigerator. He stroked the appearance of the refrigerator. Although there were a few paint leaks, Uncle Li said it was no big deal.

After turning on the power, Chen Feng put a bowl of cold water into the freezer and chatted with Uncle Li about household chores while waiting for the test results. Half an hour later, when he opened the refrigerator, the cold water had turned into ice cubes.

Upon seeing this, Uncle Li patted Chen Feng on the shoulder and praised Chen Feng, and took out the money to hand it to Chen Feng.

"Uncle Li," Chen Feng pushed back the hand that handed Uncle Li the money, "We have agreed that you will try it out for three days. If there are no problems, I will come over to collect the money. You can't give me money now."

"Xiao Chen," Uncle Li looked at Chen Feng with a smile, "the refrigerator is already in my house, and it has proven its function and is easy to use. I should give you the money. Even if there is any problem, I believe you will solve it if I find you.

Keep your promise, keep the money, I believe in your character."

The two pushed and shoved for a while, and finally Chen Feng reluctantly took the money, carefully explained to Uncle Li the use of the refrigerator and things to pay attention to, and then left.

With two hundred yuan in his pocket, Chen Feng was extremely happy and rode the tricycle very fast. If he had a few more TVs and refrigerators, he could make money twice as fast. Now he is mainly a source of second-hand home appliances. He can earn money by himself alone.

No way.

While thinking about it, he rode near the supply and marketing cooperative. At this time, a group of people gathered around the door of the supply and marketing cooperative, and they were making a noise.

"This is how your supply and marketing cooperative sells things. This radio cassette player is no longer working within a week after I bought it. Now you say you don't care!" A young man wearing toad glasses, a patterned shirt, bell-bottom pants, and pointed shoes

He was shouting with a tape recorder in his hand.

"As you said," a young woman, wearing the clothes of a supply and marketing cooperative, cracking melon seeds, "were the things good when they were sold to you? If you use them yourself, what's the use of coming to us? It's not like we give them to you.

You used it badly."

"That's right," a fat woman said next to her, "if you marry a wife and go home, and she won't let you go to bed, why don't you go find your mother-in-law?" After the woman said this, everyone in the supply and marketing cooperative laughed.

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"What are you talking about? Believe it or not, I'll beat you up!" The man couldn't stand a few women and was about to step forward to take action.

The fat woman straightened up her breasts and came forward, "Come on, come on, if you don't beat me today, you won't be the one to take charge." After saying that, she sat down on the ground, hugged the man's legs and started.

howl.

"Everyone, come and see, he is acting like a gangster in broad daylight! Catch the gangster!"

"Who's acting like a gangster?" The man tried hard to pull his legs out, and then took the fat woman's hand and shouted louder, "I haven't even touched you, please get out of here."

Chen Feng smiled inwardly. He was really young. How could he possibly be able to reason with a woman? Besides, if a woman acted violently, even a few good men would be no match for her, let alone a young boy. Thinking of this, Chen Feng stepped forward.

Prepare to rescue.

"Brother." Chen Feng patted the man's shoulder. The man turned back and looked at Chen Feng. Chen Feng was stunned for a moment.

I knew this man myself, but I don't know him now. When Chen Feng was far away from his hometown and wandering around, he met him in the capital. The two lived in a small room of less than 10 square meters, and they were fellow villagers, so they had a particularly good relationship.

Han Bing was the only friend of Chen Feng in later generations. Han Bing was different from Chen Feng. Chen Feng had no choice but to leave his hometown. Han Bing did it to pursue his dream of music. People with music dreams in that era liked to go to the capital city. After all, it was the capital city.

In the capital, there are many more opportunities than in other places.

Han Bing has a good voice and can write songs by himself. But anyone who likes music is strong in this aspect, so Han Bing can only make a living by singing in a big city. The two supported each other in the capital city of Nuo Da.

During the most difficult time, the two of them ate a steamed bun. Chen Feng was seriously ill and Han Bing sang for two days and two nights without rest in order to raise money for Chen Feng to buy medicine.

Later, Chen Feng left the capital, but Han Bing continued to pursue his dream. Later, Chen Feng did business and made money. Unfortunately, just the night before Han Bing came to find Chen Feng, a car accident took away his young life.

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"What's wrong, buddy?" Han Bing looked back at Chen Feng. Seeing that Chen Feng was stunned, he stretched out his hand and knocked off Chen Feng's arm. "What are you doing, buddy? Are you trying to stand up? This supply and marketing cooperative is too hungry."

Well, let me tell you that I don’t dare to hit her. It’s okay to hit you. Why don’t you go and practice next to her?”

Han Bing's noise brought Chen Feng back to reality, "No, buddy, you misunderstood." Chen Feng hurriedly explained.

"Brother, there's no way you can keep arguing like this," Chen Feng continued, "Don't you just have a fast recorder? I can fix it for you. You can't solve the actual problem by arguing here, don't you think?

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"Can you repair a tape recorder?" Han Bing looked at Chen Feng in disbelief.

"I repair home appliances. If I can't repair it, I don't have to pay for it. If it's repaired, I have a one-month warranty and I'll repair it for free for the same problem." Chen Feng pointed to his tricycle and said.

"What if it's broken?" Han Bing looked at the tricycle and knew that Chen Feng repaired home appliances, but he didn't feel comfortable having to spend money to repair the recorder he just couldn't buy. He was even more worried that Chen Feng had repaired his own recorder.

"Brother, your tape recorder is broken anyway, where else can it be broken? It's useless for you to argue here, why don't you let me try, what do you think? In this way, I don't need to pay if it can be repaired or not, okay?

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Han Bing finally agreed. Just like Chen Feng said, it is already broken now, how can it get worse?

Chen Feng opened the tool bag, took out the tools and turned on the recorder smoothly. He checked carefully and found that the problem was not big. It was just that the switch was welded. However, looking at the welded area, Chen Feng felt that it did not appear to be man-made damage. It should have been there before leaving the factory.

question.

Chen Feng was plugging in the electric soldering iron inside the supply and marketing cooperative. People watching the excitement outside and people from the supply and marketing cooperative gathered around Chen Feng, wanting to see if Chen Feng could fix it.

"Fat," the young woman tugged at the fat woman, "Where did this kid come from? Do you think it can be fixed?"

"I don't know, no matter what, we didn't break it anyway. If it was repaired, someone would be with us." The fat woman said with a smile.

"I see that this young man is so agile and capable, and he looks very professional." The people watching began to talk about Chen Feng.

"What's the use of being quick? I can dismantle the car quickly. What's the use of not being able to repair it."

Fortunately, Chen Feng finished welding the recorder, assembled it and connected it to the power source. The recorder was powered on and started to work.

"Look, I said I didn't fix it, but there was no movement. I'm still too young." Someone said something sarcastic.

When Han Bing saw that the tape recorder was powered on, he hurriedly stepped forward, took out the tape from his pocket, put it in, and pressed the play button.

"Like a drizzle falling in my heart, it feels so mysterious." Tsai Chin's "Your Eyes" came out from the tape recorder.

"It's fixed!" Han Bing jumped up happily and hugged Chen Feng, "Thank you so much, buddy, let me buy you a cold soda!"

Chen Feng and Han Bing turned around and walked out, but the fat woman stretched out her arms to stop them.