Rebirth 1990: I have three golden fingers

Chapter 27 How much do you think this color TV costs?



the next morning,

On the streets in the early morning, the sun shines warmly on the earth.

The cries of vendors on the streets, the clang of human-powered tricycles, the roar of machinery and equipment in small workshops, all kinds of high and low sounds intertwined together, piercing the quiet morning and spreading throughout the streets.

Fang Bai, who was sleeping soundly, woke up when the noise echoed in his ears.

After rinsing my mouth and brushing my teeth, I came to the first floor and saw that the driver had gotten up and was sitting on a chair smoking.

"Good morning, Master Zhang, how did you sleep last night?"

"It's okay, I'm used to it, but there are mosquitoes. Fortunately, I brought mosquito coils."

"Have you had breakfast? If not, let's go together."

"I woke up early and ate."

During the conversation, Fang Bai was also observing the situation on the truck. After a night, the goods were safe.

Nowadays, most families are accustomed to keeping money at home, and many families have been visited by thieves.

It's not like in later generations, when you sneak into someone's house, you really don't know what to steal, and there are cameras everywhere.

Fang Bai had breakfast and then went to find the porter.

His home was not far from the dock, where many porters were squatting looking for work.

Fang Bai rode here and saw a large group of people squatting here. Some people even had signs on their bodies, writing about their specialties and several years of work experience. When Fang Bai called for movers, they immediately gathered They came over and surrounded Fang Bai. Fang Bai hurriedly selected two young and strong-looking men and paid them three yuan each.

Fang Bai returned to renting a house. He was not in a hurry now and let the movers move slowly. He sat on a chair and read a book, occasionally watching the workers move goods.

At 11 o'clock at noon, the two porters finished unloading the goods, received their wages, and left. Before leaving, they said they could continue to look for them if they had any work to do.

Fang Bai watched the two porters leave and looked a little tired as they walked. He suddenly felt a sense of bitterness and sighed secretly. These low-level people were just like his parents. starving.

After unloading the goods, Fang Bai invited the driver to lunch. He said that he might go to T market to look for a car again in a while, and would look for him then.

The driver said no problem, just tell him his name.

After lunch, the driver drove away and Fang Bai returned to the rental house.

"We have to find someone to repair it and keep an eye on the goods. It seems we can't do it without the help of family members."

I don't know what his parents' expressions will be when they know what he did.

In the afternoon, Fang Bai bought several sets of maintenance tools and materials, including soldering irons, flux, solder, and insulating rubber shoes to prevent electric shock, as well as capacitors, resistors, rectifier components, etc.

He picked two 21-inch Panasonic color TVs with broken circuit boards, and planned to take one home for use after repairing it.

Before disassembling the machine, Fangbai sprinkled water to maintain indoor humidity.

I couldn't buy an electrostatic bracelet, so I had to eliminate static electricity manually by pulling a ground wire and clamping it to the TV.

Use the golden finger to detect which parts have problems and you will know just by touching them.

Start disassembling!

Fang Bai put on insulating gloves and disassembled the back cover of the TV. The disassembled parts and bolts and nuts were placed in categories. He used a digital pen to check the static electricity on the circuit board and made sure that there was no problem before starting to dismantle the circuit board.

It is troublesome to remove the circuit board, mainly because there are many wires.

After only a few minutes, Fang Bai removed the circuit board and placed it on the wooden table next to him.

The damaged electronic components can be removed only after the soldering iron is energized and the solder is dissolved.

On the circuit board of his TV, a few capacitors were broken.

Replacing the capacitor is not difficult, you just have to be careful and don't burn out the components next to it.

Half an hour later, Fang Bai replaced the damaged parts, selected a better-looking casing and circuit lines, and assembled a TV. After powering on, the screen displayed normally.

I don’t have a TV antenna at home, so I went out on my bike and bought one.

After a lot of fiddling, the repaired TV finally showed a clear picture and the sound quality was very good.

Fang Bai also adjusted the brightness, contrast and color saturation of the picture, making the picture clearer, the colors more vivid, and the images more realistic.

Although it is not comparable to the high-definition LCD TVs of later generations, this picture quality can already beat many TV sets of the same era, and it is not bad even after 2000.

Tuning down TV programs and just going back and forth to those few channels may not be interesting to him, but it must be very satisfying for his family.

Looking at the time, it's already four o'clock in the afternoon.

Fang Bai continued to repair another machine. The second machine was repaired in just over an hour, but it took a lot of time to clean it.

He plans to move one home as a big surprise to his family and as a weapon to persuade his parents to start a business together.

Fang Bai first tied two wooden boards with ropes on the rear frame of his bicycle and put a layer of soft cardboard on them. Then he put the TV wrapped in a sack bag on the cardboard and tied it, closed the store door, and rode home.

No matter how well the sack is covered, passers-by can guess that the thing tied to the back of the bicycle is probably a TV set. After all, there were very few household appliances at that time!

It can be said that along the way, Fang Bai received too much attention from passers-by.

As night fell, Fang Bai returned to the village.

"It's so tiring to ride a bike with this TV on your back."

There is a dirt road in front of the house that has been damaged by cows and is not easy to walk. Fang Bai panted and pushed the cart. There was a 20 kilogram color TV in the cart, and sweat was pouring on his forehead.

When he saw the lights on at home and he was still more than ten meters away from the door, he shouted into the house: "Dad, are you at home? Come out and help."

The parents who were preparing dinner in the nave were a little surprised when they heard their son's voice.

Today is not the weekend. Why is my son back?

As I was thinking about it, I walked out of the house and saw my son pushing a car not far from the door, panting, with a big piece tied to the frame.

"Son, what is this? It looks like a TV."

"It's not the weekend yet, right?"

When Fang Bai saw the two elders approaching and asking questions one after another, he had no intention of hiding the fact that he was doing business while going to school.

If he concealed it, he would not be able to support his family's finances, which would be contrary to the original intention of solving the family's difficulties, which he did not want to do.

I would rather be stuck with a needle once by my mother, there is always a way to convince them.

"Dad, please unplug the color TV first."

"Color TV?! It's not real, is it?"

"What, this is a color TV? How much does it cost? Who can you help get it back?"

"Dad, let's move back to the house first. I'm exhausted. I'll look for water first."

My parents helped untie the straps and took them off gently. They were really afraid that they would be broken and they would not have money to pay for it.

When I opened the sack, I saw that it was indeed a TV, but I didn't know if it was a color TV.

In fact, the color TV screen has a dark color, but Fang Bai’s parents didn’t understand this aspect, but his son said it was a color TV, so that’s probably the case.

Fang Bai set up the bike, did not answer their questions, and ignored his parents' confusion and shock. He went back to the central hall to pour himself a bowl of water.

Seeing his father carrying the TV into the central hall, Fang Baicai smiled and asked, "Mom, Dad, how much do you think this color TV costs?"

"Such a big color TV would cost several thousand if it was new. This one looks a bit old, so I don't know." Fang Bai's mother said, while she and her husband walked around admiring the color TV, touching it with their hands. Afraid of accidentally touching it.

Fang Bai looked at his parents who looked at the color TV like a treasure and asked, "If it sells for eight or nine hundred, do you think anyone would want it?"

"If it can be used, let alone eight or nine hundred yuan, there are people who want more than a thousand yuan, but what if it breaks?"

"What about the warranty for one or two months? Or if quality problems are found within seven days, you can return it."

"That's really cheap. I want them all."

Fang Bai's mother liked it more and more as she watched it. She had seen other people's color TV sets, but they were not so big, but this was the first time she could touch a color TV set.

If it really only costs eight or nine hundred yuan, I would borrow money to buy it, but if I think about the cost of my children’s education, I would forget about it.

Fang Bai looked at his parents' appreciative eyes and stopped teasing them. He smiled and said: "This color TV belongs to our family. It costs less than a hundred yuan. I repaired it. We still have many such color TVs. "

"What? Is it from our family?"

"What did you, this brat, do without telling us? Didn't you go to school? Just wait!"

The two elders looked at each other in disbelief. Fang Bai's mother was stunned for a moment, and then she habitually went back to the bedroom to get the needle.

Fang Bai was really scared when he saw her in this posture. Just like Grandma Rong was alive, he immediately stood up and jumped out of the middle room and shouted to his mother: "Mom, can you listen carefully to what I have to say? Don't take the needle at all times. I will Coming of age.”

But when he shouted, his mother speeded up her search for the needle, and she took it out after a while.

Damn it!

Fang Bai looked at the flashing pin head and felt a little scared.

He was laughing at his sister a few days ago, but now if he was at home, he would definitely be gloating about his misfortune.

"Then tell me honestly, if you don't study hard, why are you messing around?"

Liu Fengqing acted sternly, but actually she was very proud inside.

She won't prick her children anymore, but she just likes to threaten them with needles.

No matter how old the child is, he is still a child in her eyes.


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