Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

"Six yuan for the power supply, one yuan for the counter, six yuan for the tape, one yuan for the tweeter, and nine yuan for the four-inch woofer. This is the lowest price I can give you. If you want it, don't you want it?"

The paralyzed Zhang San earned him a dollar on the trumpet.

Wan Feng calculated that the cost of this set was nearly [-] yuan lower than the few tape recorders he made at home.

Nodded: "I won't strangle you."

As for those colorful toy cars that were not in Wan Feng's plan, he didn't even look at them.

Chapter 3 and Four

A small radio caught his attention.

There are very few radios, and they are about the same size as the Walkman tape recorders that will fill the streets more than ten years later. It seems strange now.

I promised to get a radio for my grandfather.

"How much does this thing cost?"

"25."

"This thing is not expensive."

"Hey, how expensive is it for just one band?"

Hearing that there is only one band, Wanfeng immediately gave up the idea of ​​buying one for grandpa, but...

He is not going to take the tape recorder for the time being, and he will think about it when the two tape recorders at home are sold.

This time he was mainly looking for channels for electronic watches and getting electronic watches.

"I want a 300 yuan electronic watch. The size of the tape recorder will be picked up after a few times. I don't need it now."

"Three hundred watches?" Fang Hongqiu was taken aback by the number Wan Feng reported. In Bohai, he had never had a record of approving [-] watches once. At most, Zhang San approved [-] watches yesterday.

Most of the dealers are taking 35 ten, and there are even ten and twenty.

"Don't believe me? I told you all, the amount I took was very large."

"Junior brother, let's make an agreement, relatives are relatives and wealth is wealth, even if my father is here, he will not pay on credit."

This guy's head is still normal sometimes, he thinks that Lao Tzu is an empty-handed white wolf.

Wan Feng curled his lips: "Looking at how promising you are, it seems like I have no money."

He unbuttoned his trousers and took out a pocket from the crotch, took out two stacks of ten-yuan bills and threw them to Fang Hongqiu.

Fang Hongqiu grinned as if avoiding it, but the paradox was that when he was waiting to receive the money, he put it under his nose and sniffed it.

Who is it?

"Grass, it smells like urine."

"Would you like it? Next time I come back, I'll give you the money I wiped my butt, and see if you want it."

While talking nonsense, Wan Feng took out a wad of change from his pocket and counted one hundred.

"Two thousand and one hundred yuan, I don't owe you a penny."

Fang Hongqiu counted the money with his hands sticking to his saliva, just like the old rich landlord in the movie.

"The money has been counted, then I have to load the goods. Give me 60 yuan for one color."

Zhang Xian came in with his bag on his back and began to load the goods.

Fang Hongqiu picked goods very quickly. He picked out a 300 yuan electronic watch in more than ten minutes and put them into two backpacks. Of course, they were not very full, and they were half bags, so they were easy to carry.

After installing the electronic watch, Wan Feng picked up a radio and threw it into his satchel.

"This is a free gift. I promised to get my grandpa a radio."

"Hey, junior brother, are you calling me a penny?"

"Hey hammer, you still need a broken radio with all the goods I have, will you leave me for lunch?"

Fang Hongqiu curled his lips: "You want me to keep you for dinner just like this? Good idea!"

"If you don't stay behind, then I'm leaving."

Coming out of Fang Hongqiu's house, Wan Feng heaved a long sigh of relief. The most important thing of this trip to Bohai Sea was solved, and it was considered perfect. The rest was the sewing machine.

The matter of the sewing machine is relatively not that urgent, so it's better not to turn it down, anyway, the family can make do with it for the time being.

The bag can only be carried on the body, and Wan Feng is not at ease with Fang Hongqiu.

The two came to Zheng Quan's house again by tram with their bags on their backs.

Zheng Quan had been waiting for Wan Feng to arrive a long time ago, and prepared a table of food and wine. There was also a person who looked somewhat similar to him at his house, obviously Zheng Quan's brother.

After the introduction, the two parties went to the wine table to eat and chat.

Seeing the bags Wan Feng and the others were carrying, Zheng Quan was quite surprised: "Have you got the goods?"

Wan Feng nodded.

Zheng Quan was very confused: "Did you get it from Mr. Fang's second-hand?"

"Ah."

"How did you get it out?"

Wan Feng laughed at himself and told what happened.

"What a coincidence! Why don't you dare to write a book like this?"

"It's such a coincidence that Fang's second child is very interesting. We folks have a saying that every family has a bad third child, but Fang's buddies are so far away from each other."

"No matter what kind it is, as long as it is in stock, this is my brother, Zheng Yong, an ordinary worker in the assembly workshop of Qianjin Factory."

Then he introduced Wan Feng to his elder brother.

"This is Brother Xiao Wan from Hongya. A few bastards from Pao Ai came to trouble me yesterday. Brother Xiao Wan, Brother Zhang, saved me once."

Zheng Quan's eldest brother is in the assembly workshop of the Qianjin factory?Wan Feng thought his sewing machine was lost.

"Let's make one first." After sitting down, Zheng Quan raised his cup.

Zheng Quan and his brother made a mess, Wan Feng still took a sip, he was not straight, don't be so messed up.

After drinking for three rounds, the conversation box will open.