Back in the real world, the first thing Wang Xu did was to call Yang Fu.

Yang Fu is the rich second generation in the county, and among these second generations, they naturally have their own circles, and a lot of news can be circulated internally.

When he received Wang Xu's call, Yang Fu seemed to be in a shopping mall, and the sound inside was very noisy.

When I asked, I found out that this kid had changed his girlfriend again, and he was picking out a handbag with others.

"Yang Fu, I have a friend who wants to get a batch of radio stations, which are the kind of anti-Japanese dramas that are particularly retro, do you have a way?"

"Radio, I don't know about this, let me ask you."

"Well, you go and ask, as long as the radio station can be used, the function is no worse than the radio on TV, there are no too high requirements."

Hanging up the phone, Wang Xu lay on the bed and played with his mobile phone, waiting for Yang Fu's call.

Half an hour later, the phone rang, and Yang Fu said over there: "Brother Wang, I have a friend who produces electronic products at home, and said that his factory can be done, I will give you his phone number and address, you can contact him." ”

Yang Fu's efficiency was not bad, and soon a series of contact numbers and addresses were sent.

Wang Xu looked at the address, it was the Weixian Industrial Park next door.

The distance is not far, more than 30 miles, half an hour by car.

"During the Republic of China, the communication radio stations that could not be produced by domestic manufacturers could be made by a modern radio factory, who could believe this in the Republic of China!" Wang Xu glanced at the address, walked out of his forest hut, and drove an off-road vehicle out.

Since the antique business has made progress, Wang Xu's living standard has improved greatly, this small villa backed by the mountains and forests, and the BMW off-road vehicle he drives are a reflection of his own financial resources.

In the past four months, more than 100 antiques of all sizes have been released, and his worth has already exceeded 200 million. And the antiques left in his hands are even more able to open a museum, or the level of a provincial museum.

At this point, Wang Xu's desire for money has faded a lot.

If it weren't for the emergence of a new wasteland plane, he planned to be a rich man in a few months, when the Republic of China stabilized.

"On the Republic of China plane, there aren't many things to worry about with me, and when this business is done, the main focus will still be on the wasteland plane. After all, the political situation in the wasteland plane collapsed, and it was the time to shuffle the cards, plus there were crystal nuclei and evolved zombies, and the potential was greater than that of the Republic of China. "Reality is Wang Xu's nest, the Republic of China is the place where funds are accumulated, and the wasteland is the place where he can show his strength.

When things stabilize here, Wang Xu feels that he can consider going abroad.

Staying in the country, there are too many places that need harmony, and if one is not good, it is easy to deal with mines.

Wang Xu doesn't say that he doesn't have the power to oppose the state apparatus, even if he does, he is not ready to harm his hometown, everything is better to put outside.

"Solve Yu Zecheng's problem first, then go through the formalities of going abroad, and then make every effort to attack the wasteland plane, and strive to crack the secret of crystal nucleus and evolution as soon as possible." Wang Xu thought so while driving.

Soon, half an hour passed, and the Weixian Industrial Park came into view.

Standing outside the factory, Wang Xu breathed a sigh of relief.

The scale of this electronics factory is not small, and it looks quite powerful, which makes Wang Xu have some confidence in the radio station.

"I'm Wang Xu, introduced by Yang Fu, you are Sun Wenxing, right?"

"It's me, Yang Fu told me about you."

According to the address, Wang Xu found a young man in his twenties in the deputy manager's office.

This young man is Sun Wenxing, don't look at his age, but he is the young owner and deputy manager of the factory.

Wang Xu sat on the sofa and did not drink the tea handed by the secretary, but said straight to the point: "I came to you this time because I wanted your factory to customize a thousand units for me, which looked like a radio station in the Republic of China, and the price was not a problem." ”

"As long as price isn't an issue, I don't have a problem here."

Sun Wenxing agreed, pointed to his factory, and said with a smile: "My factory can manufacture radios, MP3s, walkie-talkies, processing elderly mobile phones, toy cars and other things, and there is no problem in imitating radio stations in the Republic of China." But what do you want the radio to, that thing has long been eliminated, and the high-power walkie-talkie is not better than that? ”

"No, I'm a doomsday survival fan, we have a large group of brothers, always preparing for the end of the world. When the world ends, we will each have a radio station, and we will be able to keep in touch with each other. Wang Xu lied without blinking, and it didn't matter if Sun Wenxing didn't believe it.

Unexpectedly, Sun Wenxing was really a little moved when he heard this, and asked: "You doomsday survival group, do you still add people now, how about bringing me?" ”

"Huh!" Wang Xu will agree that there will be ghosts, he doesn't want a high-power walkie-talkie, because the radio station must be in line with that era if it is to be brought to the Republic of China.

As for the Doomsday Survival Group, Wang Xu believes that the wasteland is everywhere, but he doesn't know if Sun Wenxing dares to play.

"Don't talk nonsense, a thousand radio stations, all imitated in the style of the Republic of China, and then add me a hand-cranked power generation. In addition, the radio station should be durable, the function should be similar to that of the Republic of China, and the parts inside should be similar. ”

During the Republic of China, our party could not imitate the radio station, and Wang Xu could also excuse it by saying that this was the latest foreign product.

However, if you are too advanced, it will not work, you add a radio to the radio station, and automatically order songs, so as not to drive the people in the telegraph department crazy.

Sun Wenxing didn't know Wang Xu's concerns, he only felt that such a simple request didn't seem to make much money, so he opened his mouth and said: "One set is three thousand, if you agree, I will order the box today, and I will start assembling it tomorrow, and you will come to get the goods in a week." ”

"Two thousand for one unit, I want to inspect the sample when it comes out, if it's okay, I'll ask for a thousand. By the way, this thing is not in care of anyone, and I don't want anyone to check on me. Wang Xu didn't care about the money, and after a proper counteroffer, he asked the question on the radio.

Hearing Wang Xu's words, Sun Wenxing smiled indifferently and said: "If it was put thirty years ago, there would be such a thing as a radio station, and our factory would never dare to make it." But now, it is already an information society, the army uses Beidou navigation, satellite signal broadcasting, and high-power radio stations have long ceased to be military supplies, and no one cares about them. ”

"Okay, I'll pay you a deposit of 300,000 yuan first, and notify me when the sample comes out." Wang Xu is not entangled in this issue, because after the radio station comes out, he will soon be taken to the Republic of China, and no one can find out the whereabouts of the radio station.

Transfer money, pay money, sign contracts.

Wang Xu pursued a quick solution, refused Sun Wenxing's proposal to have a treat, and drove away that afternoon.

Solving the problem of the radio station and the matter of medicine is nothing to Wang Xu.

Yu Zecheng asked him to prepare 100,000 sticks of penicillin, and Wang Xu directly prepared 200,000 sticks, and even asked the nurses in the hospital to help file the production dates of these drugs.

By the end of all this, it was already dark.

Wang Xu returned to his forest hut, crossed out today's date in the calendar on the wall, and whispered: "Go to the wasteland tomorrow, when the time comes, the modern arms will be kept by yourself, and the obsolete goods in the warehouse will be sent to the Republic of China, I am also worthy of the title of the descendants of China, right?"

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