Li Donglai's actions made Mo Shanfeng unstoppable.
He was stunned for a while, thinking, is this guy also a poor student?
At this time, my stomach growled, and I took out the steamed buns and pickle jars.
As soon as I unscrewed the control bottle, I saw Li Donglai walking over with a smile.
As he walked, he said: "The pickles are so fragrant, can you share some with me?"
"Okay, okay." Mo Shanfeng's generous pickle jar was placed on the stone table.
The two of them had steamed buns with pickles and finished their lunch quickly.
"My name is Li Donglai, a medical student. Thank you for the pickles." Li Donglai stood up and extended his hand.
The reserved Mo Shanfeng also stood up and held his hands together.
"My name is Mo Shanfeng, a student majoring in radio at the School of Physics."
Of course Li Donglai knew that his name was Mo Shanfeng. In fact, in order to find a suitable candidate, Zhou Zheng had been searching on the Beijing University campus for more than half a month before he found Mo Shanfeng.
He pretended to be surprised, slapped his forehead, and said with a smile: "Radio professional? That's just right. One of my radios is broken. Can you help me fix it?"
College students in this era have very strong practical skills, so repairing radios was naturally not a problem for Mo Shanfeng.
However, he was introverted and just nodded: "You can take it to my dormitory after school to help you take a look, but I can't guarantee that I can fix it for you."
"No need to let school go, I'll take it with me!" Li Donglai took out a radio from his canvas bag while Mo Shanfeng was stunned.
Mo Shanfeng took the radio, turned the switch, and listened to it. There was no sound.
"Maybe the wiring inside is broken and needs to be disassembled and repaired. I don't have a screwdriver..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw Li Donglai taking out a screwdriver from his canvas bag.
"Do you think this screwdriver is suitable?"
Mo Shanfeng took the screwdriver, unscrewed the wooden cover of the radio, and inspected it carefully.
"Look, it's desoldered here. I guess it just needs to be re-spot welded."
At this time, Li Donglai reached into the canvas bag again.
Mo Shanfeng looked shocked: "You didn't even bring the welding gun, did you?"
"No way, there is no electricity here, even if there is a welding gun, it is of no use." Li Dong said and took out a small box from the bag.
Open it, and there is a piece of silver-gray solder inside.
"Then please take it to the laboratory and help me repair it." Li Donglai said with a smile.
Mo Shanfeng took the solder and muttered in his mind, this guy is so well prepared.
But it's okay, with this piece of solder, there's no need to waste materials in the laboratory.
Although repairing this radio does not require much solder.
However, Mo Shanfeng would inevitably feel uncomfortable using government property to help friends.
"Well, I have classes in the afternoon, and we will meet here in the evening."
"Waiting for your good news!"
Li Donglai looked at Mo Shanfeng's leaving figure with a smile on his face.
The radio just now was a broken radio that was taken out from Wang Wuye's warehouse a while ago.
Li Donglai later asked Erzi that when buying a bad radio like this, the price is usually about 10 yuan.
If you can find someone to repair it, you can sell it on the pigeon market for at least 80 yuan.
Of course, people who sell old radios will not miss this point. Like Mr. Wang Wu, they have also found someone to repair them.
It's just that in this era, radios are too high-tech. How can ordinary repairmen understand circuit diagrams?
If the thread is loose, they might be able to fix it with a few slaps.
If there is a problem with the circuit, you will have no choice but to scratch your head.
This is naturally not a problem for students majoring in radio at the Department of Physics at Kyungseong University. Some of them have even participated in the research and development of key projects. Such small problems are just a piece of cake.
Li Donglai also had his own considerations in choosing Mo Shanfeng.
First of all, Mo Shanfeng needed money and had the motivation to repair the radio.
If Chen Shu was asked to do something with no technical content, he might buy a new radio.
Secondly, Mo Shanfeng has a good character.
This radio is just a test. There will definitely be many radios that need to be repaired in the future, which will inevitably attract the attention of radio repairers.
If he is the kind of person with ulterior motives, he might cause trouble.
...
Sure enough, just as Li Donglai thought, when the sun set, Mo Shanfeng walked to the pavilion and placed the radio on the stone table.
Then, he placed the remaining solder next to the radio.
"The radio has been repaired. This is unused material."
Li Donglai nodded and picked up the radio instead of the piece of solder.
Twist the button and the radio emits white noise.
Turning up the frequency, melodious singing soon came from inside——
"The water of Honghu Lake is making waves, the water of Honghu Lake is making waves, and the waves are making waves. The shore of Honghu Lake is my hometown. In the early morning, the boat goes out to cast the net, and when I come back in the evening, the cabin is full of fish."
"How's it going? Is it very clear? I also cleaned the speaker by the way." Mo Shanfeng changed from his usual restraint, with a little pride on his face.
"Yes, yes. To celebrate the repair of the radio, I decided to treat you to dinner." Li Donglai took out three or four steamed buns from the canvas bag and took out a paper bag.
Opening the mouth of the paper bag, Mo Shanfeng immediately swallowed and spit.
So fragrant.
In the paper bag is a roast chicken.
Mo Shanfeng hadn't eaten meat for more than two months. He suppressed the rising craving and declined, "That's not possible. I'm helping you repair the radio. It's a favor and I don't need any reward."
"The workers are working hard, and the factory still pays them wages!" Li Donglai tore off a chicken thigh and handed it to Mo Shanfeng: "You helped me repair the radio, so of course I need to thank you."
Mo Shanfeng always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't explain it, so in the end he could only take the chicken thigh.
After a big roast chicken was destroyed by two people, Li Donglai looked at Mo Shanfeng who kept burping and said: "Brother Shanfeng, my relatives and friends also have a few radios at home. I wonder if you can repair it."
"As long as the internal parts are not broken, there is usually no problem. As a college student majoring in radio, I am very familiar with radios," Mo Shanfeng said.
Li Donglai nodded and said with a smile: "Of course, I can't take advantage of you in vain. Every time I repair a radio, I will subsidize you 3 yuan, how about it?"
"Money? You can't ask for money. I'm just helping, so how can I ask for money? Besides, if you accept money, wouldn't it be speculation?" Mo Shanfeng waved his hands repeatedly.
Li Donglai smiled and said: "Speculation is basically buying low and selling high to make profits. Did you buy? Did you sell? You just put in your labor and are working people.
The money I give you is not a salary, it's just a subsidy.
Do you understand the subsidy?”
Mo Shanfeng naturally knows about subsidies. As an outstanding student, he often helps the school with some projects.
Sometimes, the school will provide some subsidies.
These words made Mo Shanfeng silent. He frowned and thought for a long time, and finally nodded: "Okay, but you need to provide the tools and materials to repair the radio. I can't take advantage of the laboratory."
