Chapter 1: Magic Radio
Huasheng business district, the third floor of the electronic world.
"Zhang, I'll go out and do something."
"Okay, Brother Liu."
In front of Liu Sheng's one-meter counter, the boss Liu Sheng said a few words to the teller Zhang Fan and turned his head to leave.
Don't look at this counter is not big, but behind it is a manufacturer specializing in electronic original accessories. During the peak period of 06, the monthly turnover of this counter was as high as 300,000 yuan.
Such a sales model of 'one cabinet and one factory' is not uncommon in Pengcheng Huasheng Commercial District, and it is also a major feature.
However, with the outbreak of the international financial crisis this year, the entire Pengcheng electronics industry began to decline, and small and medium-sized enterprises lost money.
This also temporarily dispelled Zhang Fan's impulse to rent a shop to do business.
After graduating from high school in 2006, Zhang Fan came to Pengcheng with his fellow villagers to work.
At that time, with 1,500 yuan a month, he would send two-thirds of his salary to his family.
Two years later, his sister Shun LƬ was admitted to Yenching Normal University, and he will also face unemployment.
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Knock knock knock -
There was a sound of knocking on the table, and when I looked up, I saw that it was an angry uncle. He is the old Yang Tou who came to return the goods.
"Uncle, is there something wrong?"
"You're the boss?! I don't want this radio, return it! As he spoke, Lao Yang Tou slapped the box on the glass cabinet.
Before coming here, he had asked seven or eight families, and each of them said that it was not his own, and finally came to the third floor after being instructed.
"Radio?" Zhang Fan looked sideways at the packaging box and said with a smile: "Uncle, we only deal in original electronic accessories, not radios." ā
"Fart!"
Old Yang's angry scolding attracted the attention of the surrounding counters.
"My daughter said that it was bought by your Liu Sheng, you should return it quickly, otherwise I will sue 315! Let the government investigate and deal with you fake and shoddy units! ā
"You're really mistaken." Zhang Fan smiled and turned the packaging box upside down, pointed to the handwritten label on the back of the box and said, "Look, it says 'Liu Sheng' and we are 'Liu Sheng'." ā
Lao Yang looked at the place he pointed, and then glanced at the signboard on his head, which was even more angry: "Which of you is Liu Sheng, get out of here." ā
"I can't get out, people don't do it." The counter across from him smiled.
"It's uncle. It's unfortunate that you're old, you can still see people if you come yesterday, and he can give you a refund of a hundred returns, but today you are afraid that you will not be able to retreat. Another counter said.
As he spoke, the man pointed to the empty shop next door to Zhang Fan, and the signboard on the shop still had words such as 'Liu Sheng Technology'.
"!" Lao Yang's hands trembled, grabbed the box and smashed it.
"Uncle, don't be angry yet. It's not worth it to get angry with a few dozen pieces. Zhang Fan helped him to sit down first, and then took out a paper cup and took a cup of boiling water.
After a while, Lao Yang held his knees and sighed: "I know I can't do it, I'm angry about the product quality of the current unit!" In the past, a thing would not break for ten or twenty years after it was produced. Don't talk about it far away, let's just say that our old valve factory ......"
"Look at what's going on now! Cut corners, I just bought it the day before yesterday, and it broke in two days! ā
"So fast?" Zhang Fan picked up the phone and said, "What's wrong with you?" Can't receive the broadcast, or is the power supply not in good contact? ā
"It's not this, it's the old string." Lao Yang looked at the flat box with annoyance.
"Skewers? That should be in terms of selectivity and sensitivity. ā
Yang Fan opened the package, started the radio for debugging, and it can receive from FM87.5-108 MHz, and the signal is still very good.
"The young man still knows how to fix the radio? What do you mean by choice and sensitivity? Lao Yang asked curiously.
"I don't understand cultivation, I only understand a little principle."
Zhang Fan fiddled a few times and said with a smile: "The simple understanding of radio is actually a kind of radio receiver. It restores the received radio waves into audio signals, and the speaker is the broadcast we hear. ā
"But our modern radio is so developed, there are a lot of wireless signals around, if all of them are received, then the radio will be as lively as our mall. So there's a need for 'selectivity'. ā
"Selectivity is all about 'filtering out the unnecessary and leaving what is needed'. Your radio serial may be a selective problem. A channel accepts two, or even three. ā
"Yes, yes, yes!" Lao Yangtou suddenly brightened: "I was listening to the play in the morning, and suddenly I went to other places, and everyone was past noon." ā
"Tell me what that sensitivity means?"
"It's easy to understand."
Zhang Fan saw that Lao Yang was angry, and took the radio and said: "Sensitivity, is the ability to accept weak signals. High sensitivity can accept very weak signals. The low ones will not be able to accept the weaker ones. ā
"Listen to your old man, your radio should be out of the 'selectivity' problem."
"Got it!" Lao Yang put on the radio and said: "If you don't say that this is the era of young people, you know a lot." Your brother and I were a little too angry just now, don't be angry, little brother. ā
"How so." Yang Fan smiled slightly, remembering what he said: "I heard you say, when you listened to the radio in the morning, you suddenly received the noon broadcast?" ā
"Not really! I was listening to "Liu Sanjie" at that time, and it suddenly skewered to "Noon News". This is not the first time, I listened to "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" last night, and it changed its singing again, you can tell ......"
Saying that, Lao Yang asked, "By the way, young man, do you know where to repair this thing?" ā
"I'll build yƬ, you still don't want to fix it." Yang Fan pondered: "Now no one usually repairs the radio, and it can't be repaired." If you're willing to sell it, why don't you sell it to me? ā
"You want?" Old Yang asked happily.
"Hmm." Zhang Fan nodded.
Whether it is a provincial or local broadcast, it is impossible to report the wrong time, as Lao Yang said that hearing "Noon News" in the morning is almost a fantasy.
Unless the radio is receiving a foreign signal, such as New Zealand, Russia. That again involves the issue of bands.
He looked at Lao Yang's radio just now, and it was clearly marked as FM, and it should only be able to receive signals from local stations or shorter distances.
The more he thought about it, the more curious he became......
"This ...... How much are you going to charge? "Lao Yang now regrets the act of 'smashing the radio angrily', and hopes that Zhang Fan will not give too low.
"This is an FM single-frequency radio, the new one is about 30-50, how do you think I take a middle number of 40 yuan?" Zhang Fan asked.
"Yo." Lao Yang didn't expect that he would give the high price of 40, and his daughter sued him for 35 for this radio.
"This, how embarrassing is this, look at the fall just now. I'm not lying to you, I bought it for 35, how about you give 30? There are also two new batteries for you. Lao Yang said embarrassedly.
"Good. That's 30. Zhang Fan smiled and took out his wallet.
The counter opposite smelled a business opportunity, and when the old man got the money, he introduced him to 30 price inventory. In the past, they would not be like this, but now the industry is basically dying, and they can earn a little bit.
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It was noon.
Since Lao Yang left, no one patronized it all morning, and the boss Liu Sheng delivered a boxed lunch and left in a hurry, saying that he was talking to a foreign boss about the transfer of the factory. Zhang Fan didn't ask much.
Sent the boss away, there were few people on the entire third floor, and the others either went out to eat or took a lunch break on their stomachs.
Zhang Fan set up a temporary table, and while eating, he fiddled with Lao Yang's 'small steel radio'.
FM101.7, Traffic Radio.
"Good afternoon, listeners, this is Pengcheng Traffic Radio, and there were two traffic accidents at the West Ring Road in the morning......"
"Shhhh This viewer is amazing......"
"Got on the stage?" Yang Fan hurriedly turned up his voice.
Male host: "......, if you answer the third question correctly, you will get a fine steak provided by Brazilian barbecue and two vouchers worth 30 yuan, are you confident?" ā
"Hmm." The female audience's voice was very soft, and Zhang Fan listened attentively with chopsticks.
"Hmm~" The hostess imitator exaggerated in her voice: "Listen, listen!" Our Xuejun's voice is just nice and gentle. Learn to point Wang Chao. ā
"I think it's you who want to learn from you, right? Okay, let's listen to the third question, this one is a bit difficult. ā
The male host paused for two seconds and said: "Excuse me: In the 2008 Yanjing Olympics, who won my country's last gold medal, Xuejun, you have 30 seconds to think about it." The countdown begins. ā
Hostess: "Yes, who is it?" As we all know, in 2008, as the host of the Olympic Games, my country won a total of 51 gold medals! Ranked first in the gold medal table and second in medals. So who won the last gold medal? A small reminder can be given, it was a boxing match. ā
"It's Zhang Xiaoping, right?" In the continuous prompting of the two hosts, the female listener named Xuejun said the answer.
"Congratulations...... That's right! The male host said: "The last gold medal in my country in 08 was produced in the men's boxing 81 kg final. Zhang Xiaoping defeated his opponent 11-7 to win the second gold medal in boxing for my country, and it was also the 51st gold medal for the Chinese delegation. ā
Hostess: "Congratulations to our beautiful listener Xuejun, you will get a steak provided by Brazilian barbecue......"
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ā2008ā¦ā¦ The last gold medal...... Zhang Xiaoping......"
Hearing these keywords, Zhang Fan's mind felt as if he was being swept into a whirlpool, and no other sound could be heard in his ears.
Because the '08 Yenching Olympics' mentioned on the radio is still in progress, and the 'men's boxing 81kg final' mentioned in it will only start tomorrow.
"Auditory?" Zhang Fan rubbed his ears, his brain was a little cloudy.
As soon as he took off his headphones, his ears were drawn to the TV news opposite.
Through the picture and sound, it can be seen that the TV is playing the sports channel "Match Prediction", and several hosts are talking about tomorrow on the 24th: the men's boxing 81kg final.
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