After all, radios are cheap now, and some small workshops in township enterprises in the south make them for only a dozen yuan, and you can buy one for less than 20 yuan, and there are not a few students in the school who listen to the radio. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Basically every dormitory will have a radio.

Of course, these small workshops do not even have quality inspection, and the quality is definitely not as good as that of large state-owned factories.

Yu Zheng will not refuse this kind of thing, it is just a gesture, and it is also a good thing that classmates can repair the radio cheaper.

And I'm still buying things from him.

If you refuse directly, you can't be a person.

"Okay, no problem."

Yu Zheng nodded in agreement.

At the same time, he glanced up at the place where the young man had been tinkering with the radio.

The radio, which had been disassembled, had been reassembled and placed on the side of the counter, presumably repaired.

On the counter, in addition to repair tools, there are several books that have been fluffed and curled. On the top of the cover is a book of "Common Failures of Color Televisions". Seeing this book, it made Yu Zheng look at this young man differently, but he didn't expect that he was really a good young man who worked hard, and he was actually teaching himself to repair color TVs.

This young man named Wu Xin also saw Yu Zheng's eyes.

Then he followed Yu Zheng's eyes and saw the book he put on the counter to repair the color TV, and his face couldn't help but turn red, he was afraid that he would be considered too ambitious by others.

He hurriedly said: "Actually, it's just a blind look." ”

This year, it is a great craft to be able to repair color televisions, and few people in the entire county town of Mizhou can repair them.

"It's actually pretty good."

Yu Zheng smiled, he admired this young man in his early twenties, if ordinary people could find an iron job in the most enviable business system unit, they would definitely not work as hard as this young man named Wu Xin to learn some knowledge that is useless for his own position, not to mention that this knowledge is still difficult to learn for self-study.

estimated that the time was almost up, and Yu Zheng didn't talk much to this young man.

His figure was out of the door of the small shop.

Yu Zheng heard the young man's voice calling out to him again.

"Hey, classmate, you haven't told me your name yet, I'll remember it, in the future, if you introduce someone to me to repair the radio, I'll give you a commission, and I'll give you a commission of three cents for a person!"

"Huh."

The other party's words made Yu Zheng happy, he didn't expect this Wu Xin to be quite economic-minded.

Know the commission for the person who introduced him to the customer.

The purchasing power of three cents is still very strong in this era.

A pound of pork is only seven cents and nine, and a pound of eggs is less than four cents, especially for students, three cents is really tempting. Not to mention anything else, at least there is a significant difference in the amount of meat between a dish for three cents and a dish for a dime in the canteen.

"No, you don't."

Yu Zheng waved his hand, although he doesn't have any money now, but he really doesn't like this little money, he is willing to help the other party publicize it, it is purely because he thinks that this young man is very good, he is not satisfied with the status quo in this era, and people who work hard, whether they succeed or not, are worthy of admiration.

Besides, as he himself said, he repaired cheaply here. Yu Zheng felt that it was a win-win situation for the students who wanted to repair the radio and Wu Xin, who could repair the radio.

watched the unnamed high school student disappear in front of his eyes.

"Hey!"

Wu Xin sighed with some annoyance.

I shouldn't have ignored the other party when he came in just now, it must have been my attitude that made this high school student unhappy. And the other party doesn't leave a name, he must not believe himself.

I was fixing the radio at the time, and I couldn't say hello.

Wu Xin felt a little wronged.

He didn't think about it at all, there would be a student who didn't look down on the three cents he gave him at all, so he wouldn't keep his name.

There weren't many people in the classroom.

The students who live on campus still eat in the dormitory, and they don't come until before the first class, and most of the students in the classrooms are running students.

Most of the girls are memorizing English words.

The first two classes this morning were in English, and if nothing else, the English teacher should be able to dictate words.

When Yu Zheng came in, he saw a group of boys discussing something fiercely around Li Guozheng.

Don't think about it, it must be about last night's fan riot.

And looking at the red faces they are arguing about, there must be disagreement.

Yu Zheng didn't go to join in the fun.

He walked to his seat and saw that his table mate was still reading the beginning of "The Criminal Officer of the Great Song Dynasty" written by himself, and he suddenly felt a little strange, but at the beginning of fifteen or six thousand words, the plot is quite simple, not obscure at all, and he hasn't finished reading it for so long?

"Yu Zheng!"

Before Yu Zheng could sit down, Song Wanqing raised his head and called his name, with a hint of surprise in his tone that could not be concealed.

Her dark and bright eyes, like looking at a stranger, looked at Yu Zheng without blinking.

Back and forth, up and down, I watched him several times.

Just when Yu Zheng was a little uncomfortable being looked at by this beautiful woman at the same table, Song Wanqing said in an extremely serious tone: "Your book ...... It's really good-looking! ”

As she spoke, she paused slightly, as if thinking about something, before she continued to add in the same extremely serious tone as before: "...... It's even better than the Sherlock Holmes I've seen! ”

This made Yu Zheng a little embarrassed.

His book is just a novelty that can make people who don't know about forensic science feel unclear after reading it, and other places are worse than Sherlock Holmes's mystery novels.

Especially in the setting of the trick, there are too many differences.

He was about to say a few words.

The voice of his fellow table rang out again.

"I shouldn't have promised you to read your book in the first place!"

Song Wanqing pouted while complaining, showing that she was in a bit depressed now: "...... This book is good at everything, it's just too short, and when I saw the wonderful places, the content was gone, which was really annoying......"

Then, she looked at Yu Zheng fiercely, and both eyes seemed to be glowing.

"Good tablemate, good tablemate, can you pity me, write faster, my mind is full of the plot of your book now, and I can't even remember the words......"

Song Wan looked at her table clearly and pitifully, and there was even a hint of resentment in her tone.