Technology: Start by selling mobile phones

The summer in July is already very hot.

Just after ten o'clock in the morning, the shops in Tuanjie Town had already turned on the air conditioners, and everyone was hiding indoors to enjoy the coolness of summer.

In the vegetable market.

A young boy who looked like a high school student stood in front of the vegetable stall and shouted, looking a little out of place.

"The last few bundles of cowpeas were sold at a cheap price. They were all grown at home!"

"Sister, please buy some cowpeas."

The boy selling vegetables is Zhang Zhiqiang, a senior high school student who is studying in a key high school in the county.

I went home for the school holiday yesterday, and early this morning I helped my family carry vegetables to the town to sell.

Perhaps seeing his student appearance, people gathered around the vegetable stall, and soon, the last few vegetables were bought.

Zhang Zhiqiang breathed a sigh of relief.

After a while, he quickly put away the plastic film from the stall on the ground and put it back in his backpack.

Tomorrow morning, he will carry vegetables to the town to sell.

"Zhiqiang, are the vegetables sold out?"

Seeing Zhang Zhiqiang starting to clean up the stall, a vendor next to him greeted him.

He and Zhang Zhiqiang are from the same village, and he grew up watching Zhang Zhiqiang.

"Yeah, Uncle Li, it's finally sold out."

Zhang Zhiqiang took his collar and wiped the sweat on his face, and then said:

"I'll go back first and come back tomorrow."

"Okay, go back. You are a child who has been sensible since he was a child. My second child is half as old as you and I will laugh out loud."

Zhang Zhiqiang smiled, then started home with the bamboo pole on his back.

His home is two or three kilometers away from the town. When he leaves the market town, the empty country roads are completely exposed to the scorching sun, and there is no place for shelter.

He was used to this kind of life. He squinted and walked quickly. After a while, big beads of sweat slipped from his neck and soaked his collar.

As he walked, seeing that he was getting closer and closer to home, he couldn't help but feel a little upset.

He will be a senior in high school next year.

During the holiday yesterday, the teacher specifically asked each student to prepare a tablet computer during the summer vacation so that they can take online classes during the holiday and learn the knowledge of senior high school in advance.

This is not a problem for other students, but for him,

A tablet worth hundreds or thousands of dollars is an extremely heavy burden.

"Why."

"It will be the 20th day of the seventh lunar month soon, and my family will have to hire someone to thresh millet. It's time to spend money."

"When I came back yesterday, I heard my father calling my third uncle to borrow two thousand yuan. How can I have the nerve to ask for money at this time!"

Zhang Zhiqiang sighed helplessly.

He knew very well that the conditions at home were not very good, and it had been very difficult for his frail father to rely on farming for him to study these years.

Asking his father for money at this time is just adding insult to injury.

But……

His eyes gradually dimmed, and he walked home a little lost.

There was no one at home at this time, and his father was working in the fields. He calmed down quietly and started doing housework.

Soon, noon came.

Lao Zhang came back from the fields sweating profusely.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Zhang Zhiqiang cooking on the fire, and a happy smile appeared on Lao Zhang's vicissitudes of life.

"Zhiqiang, are you tired from selling vegetables on the street today? When did you come back?"

"You're not tired, Dad, I sold it for 42 yuan this morning, I'll give it to you."

Hearing Lao Zhang's voice, Zhang Zhiqiang walked out of the kitchen and took out all the money he had.

Two are twenty yuan, two are one yuan.

Lao Zhang took it and after a moment, he took out a twenty yuan note and handed it to Zhang Zhiqiang.

"Zhiqiang, take it."

Looking at his father's kind face, Zhang Zhiqiang was a little surprised.

But soon, he shook his head, his mood suddenly became a little depressed, and whispered:

"Dad, no need, you can keep it."

Lao Zhang was stunned for a moment, and immediately noticed something strange about Zhang Zhiqiang.

After a while, he carefully put the forty-two yuan into his bag, then sat down on the bench and looked at Zhang Zhiqiang with soft eyes.

"Zhiqiang, there is something on your mind."

Zhang Zhiqiang was silent.

for a long time.

He shook his head.

Lao Zhang sighed softly, and his originally calm expression became a little serious.

"Zhiqiang, tell me what happened."

Zhang Zhiqiang buried his head even lower.

There was silence for a while.

Finally, he whispered:

"Dad, I want to buy a tablet."

The words fell.

This time Lao Zhang was silent.

After a full ten seconds, he asked slowly:

"Is it used for studying?"

"Well...the teacher asked us to prepare a tablet computer for online classes during the summer vacation."

Lao Zhang lowered his head slightly and glanced at the somewhat tattered ground.

After a while, he stood up from the bench, picked up the already cold Laoyin tea on the table and took a sip.

I don’t know how long it took before he came back to his senses and his voice was low.

"Zhiqiang, do you have to buy it?"

Zhang Zhiqiang's heart skipped a beat, like a lightning strike.

Suddenly.

A strong sadness surged into his heart, and his eyes gradually turned red. At the age of eighteen, he could hear his father's helplessness and hardship.

He didn't dare to look directly at his father, and he didn't know how to answer!

No need for him to answer!

Without hesitation, my father's voice sounded again.

"Zhiqiang, how much does a tablet cost?"

Zhang Zhiqiang clenched his fists sadly, tears about to burst out of his eyes.

"dad……"

Lao Zhang suddenly frowned.

He turned around, his back facing Zhiqiang, and his originally deep voice became calmer.

He said calmly:

"Zhiqiang, you eat first, and I'll go to the town to have a look."

After that, he picked up the straw hat and hurried away.

Not long after.

On the hot earth, the air became distorted, and from a distance, Lao Zhang's back was vaguely visible.

…

At one o'clock in the afternoon, Lao Zhang came to town.

Relying on his past memories, he soon came to the only mobile phone store in town.

When he first entered the door, he was a little overwhelmed by the exquisite mobile phones.

Fortunately, the owner of the store, Zhang Wei, quickly discovered him.

"Brother, do you want to buy a mobile phone?"

"Let's take a look. There are mobile phones with hundreds of dollars or thousands of dollars."

Zhang Wei's warm greeting made Lao Zhang more reserved.

He asked cautiously:

"Boss, I want to buy a tablet. How much does it cost?"

"tablet?"

Zhang Wei was slightly surprised.

He looked at Lao Zhang in front of him, who was obviously dressed as a farmer. Logically speaking... most of these customers would buy mobile phones, and almost none would buy tablets.

"Tablet computer..."

"Here, there are two styles."

Lao Zhang looked in the direction Zhang Wei was pointing, and saw two exquisite tablet computers placed on the counter.

To be honest, this was the first time he had seen a tablet.

It turns out this is a tablet.

"The white one is 1,200 yuan, and the black one is cheaper, 950 yuan."

Lao Zhang was slightly startled and subconsciously touched his pocket.

After a moment, he lowered his head slightly and asked with an apologetic smile:

"Boss, is there anything cheaper?"

Zhang Wei saw Lao Zhang's embarrassment.

He kindly reminded:

"Brother, I guess you don't need a tablet at ordinary times."

"May I ask, what are you going to buy it for?"

Lao Zhang sighed softly.

At this moment, another person walked into the small mobile phone store, and he recognized Lao Zhang at a glance.

It turned out to be Ren, the party secretary of the same village.

Party Secretary Ren was surprised.

"Lao Zhang, do you want to buy a new mobile phone?"

Lao Zhang didn't expect to meet the party secretary and smiled awkwardly.

"Secretary, I didn't buy the mobile phone; Zhiqiang came back yesterday and said that the school wanted to buy a tablet computer. I will come to town to have a look..."

"Oh, that's right."

Hearing Zhiqiang, Party Secretary Ren had a flash of envy in his eyes.

"Your Zhiqiang is really ambitious. He was admitted to a key high school in the county in the past two years. Is he about to graduate?"

"I heard that with his grades, it won't be a problem for him to get into a prestigious university. Lao Zhang, you are going to enjoy your life and become a college student."

Lao Zhang rarely smiled.

soon.

After chatting for a few words, the party secretary paid the phone bill and left, and the smile on Lao Zhang's face gradually faded.

He turned to look at his boss Zhang Wei and said apologetically:

"Thank you, boss. I'll go look elsewhere."

All the conversation between the two fell into Zhang Wei's ears. When he saw Lao Zhang turning around to leave, he suddenly thought of a tablet computer that had just arrived today - Nietzsche's "Morning Light" tablet.

The purchase price of Nietzsche's "Morning Light" tablet was only 449 yuan, and because the first 100 people who placed an order received a 16G memory card as a gift.

"Brother, don't worry."

"A cheaper tablet just arrived today, why don't you take a look?"

Lao Zhang's stepping foot suddenly stopped, and a trace of hope flashed in his eyes.

He turned around and looked at Zhang Wei anxiously.

"Boss, how much cheaper can it be?"

Zhang Wei looked deeply at Lao Zhang in front of him again.

From the moment he entered the door, he could see Lao Zhang's restraint, embarrassment and helplessness.

but!

Behind this restraint, embarrassment, and helplessness, he also saw a father who loved deeply.

No matter how hard life is, I still have to grit my teeth and be satisfied for the sake of my children!

This is the deepest father's love!

Suddenly.

Zhang Wei felt the same and moved his heart of compassion.

"Brother, did you buy this for your son? For study?"

"Um."

"Let's see, I purchased this tablet for 449 yuan, and you give me 450 yuan."

Lao Zhang was slightly startled and said hurriedly:

"Boss, how can this be done?"

"You need money to open such a large store."

Zhang Wei took a deep breath.

"It's okay. If you want to thank me, just thank the manufacturer for selling it at a cheap price."

"By the way, I'll give you another 16G memory card, which should also be useful."

At the end of the sentence, Zhang Wei suddenly laughed.

"Let your children study hard, you will be a good father."

At this moment, the clear sky suddenly turned cloudy.

soon.

Black clouds fill the sky, and the unique summer thunderstorms are coming.

Lao Zhang carefully placed the brand new Nietzsche "Morning Light" tablet in a plastic bag, thanked him and prepared to leave.

At this moment, it got darker.

got windy.

"Brother, it's going to rain heavily soon. Please take shelter from the rain before leaving."

Lao Zhang grinned, took off his shirt, and wrapped the plastic bag containing the "Morning Light" tablet in his clothes.

"fine."

As soon as I walked out of the mobile phone store, it rained heavily.

…

Half an hour later.

The food on the table was already cold, and Zhang Zhiqiang looked worried at the sudden thunderstorm outside.

But just now.

A familiar figure appeared in the rainstorm.

He was naked to the waist and trotting in the heavy rain with his body slightly stooped.

It rained heavily, and the rain wet my hair and soaked my pants.

but!

No matter how heavy the rain is!

That rickety body resisted everything and used both hands to protect the extremely important thing in his arms!

Zhang Zhiqiang's eyes were wet, who was that person in the rain?

It's his father!

I don't know how long it took, but his vision became blurry.

My father's voice came into the room.

"Zhiqiang, I bought the tablet you asked for."

"study hard!"

Zhang Zhiqiang wiped away his tears, but his father was already soaked.

Taking a look at the brand new tablet on the table, it is still as good as new.

No matter how heavy the rain outside was, it couldn't get it wet at all. There wasn't even a drop of raindrop on the packaging shell!

His fists were clenched and turned white, and he looked at his father blankly.

at last.

His eyes fell on the tablet on the table.

Nietzsche, "Morning Light" Tablet.