It's even more impossible, and I'm not willing to ruin the radio like this.
This is not only true for radios, but also for bicycles.
At this time, supplies were scarce, and everyone cherished items very much. It was rare for people to replace things when they were old, as was the case in later generations.
This is true for a plate or a bowl, let alone something as large as a bicycle or a radio.
As far as bicycles are concerned, no matter how broken it is, as long as it can be ridden, no one will be willing to sell it as scrap to a scrap collection station.
Zhang Yu also thought about it later. When he was first reborn, he could buy the most important component for assembling a bicycle - the bicycle frame - from the scrap collection station, and it was still very new. He must have been lucky.
This was indeed the case. Later, after he became acquainted with the gatekeeper at the scrap collection station, he accidentally learned from him that the frame was stolen from his family's bicycle by a prodigal son in order to collect money.
I was afraid that someone would not accept it and would waste everything, so I took the bicycle apart and sold it.
After dismantling the smaller parts, he sold them piecemeal to several nearby car repair shops. The frame that couldn't be dismantled was sold to a scrap collection station.
Because what he stole was his own bicycle, no matter how angry his family members were, they couldn't bring themselves to send him to prison.
In the end, I could only grit my teeth and swallow it in my stomach, and just accepted it.
Unfortunately, the bicycle he bought for one or two hundred yuan was sold at such a low price, and the bicycle frame sold to the scrapyard was only sold for less than 30 yuan.
In this regard, it is really hard to comment on Zhang Yu, a person who has benefited from this.
Looking at the broken radio at his feet, Zhang Yu thought for a while and finally picked it up.
This radio is in such a broken state that it cannot be repaired. However, it is not useless. If you take it apart and take a closer look, you might be able to find some useful parts.
When he came to this era, what made him feel most unable to adapt was the lack of basic industry. He was accustomed to the huge and detailed industrial system of later generations. As long as he was willing to work hard to find things, he could eventually find them in this vast land.
Suddenly entering this era where everything was lacking, Zhang Yu felt helpless.
"Hey, you saw it, I wanted to tell you just now." Looking at the broken radio in Zhang Yu's hand, the gatekeeper looked clear.
Zhang Yu didn't say much, he just placed the picked book and the broken radio in front of him, and then asked: "Uncle, how much is the total?"
"Just give me 50 cents for those books. As for the radio..."
Looking at the broken radio with no good spot, the janitor couldn't ask for a high price without conscience. After thinking about it for a long time, he finally said: "I paid two yuan for it, so you should also give me two yuan."
Money."
Zhang Yu asked casually while taking out the money: "I don't know who can actually ruin the radio like this."
As soon as he said this, the gatekeeper became interested. He took the money from Zhang Yu and put it directly into his pocket, with a strange look that you rarely see: "Who else can it be? It's not the prodigal son last time."
As if he was afraid that Zhang Yu would not be able to remember, he took the initiative to remind him: "It's the young man who took apart good bicycles two years ago and sold them as scrap."
"It turns out it's him!" Zhang Yu made a look of realization.
"No, besides him, who else in our area is willing to waste things like this." The gatekeeper curled his lips and said with some disdain.
After finishing speaking, without waiting for Zhang Yu to continue questioning, he told the cause and effect of the matter.
It turns out that this radio was recovered yesterday afternoon.
At that time, the young man came over with a broken radio and asked the gatekeeper how much money he could give him.
The janitor knew that he had stolen bicycles before. On that occasion, the young man's family came to the scrapyard and made a fuss. In the end, the leaders above came forward to solve the problem.
I'm worried that this radio also came from a shady origin, and if it causes trouble to the scrap collection station, the gatekeeper won't want to accept it.
The young man insisted on selling it, but he couldn't resist him. The gatekeeper stopped hiding it and asked him directly where the thing came from. Was it stolen again?
Uncharacteristically, the other party behaved particularly arrogantly this time: "I didn't steal it, the radio is mine."
The caretaker didn't believe it at first, until the young man took out the family separation certificate and waved it in front of him, and then said to her: "Did you see, the radio belongs to me, it was given to me when the family property was divided.
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After that, he cursed for a long time, complaining that his brother and sister-in-law were not decent people. There were so many things in the house, but when the family property was divided, he was only given a shabby room and a radio. The radio was still broken, and it would not be worth even a few scraps.
money.
At that time, the janitor gave him two yuan, but the man thought the money was small and pestered the janitor to give him more.
In the end, the doorman straightened his face and said with a straight face: "If you want to sell it, sell it. If you don't want to sell it, forget it. If you don't want to take it, the radio is in such a broken state. Who knows if it can be repaired? If you take it, it will take up space."
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The other party reluctantly snatched the money from the gatekeeper, then took the money and left.
The weather in summer is like that baby's face, it changes at a moment's notice without any warning.
When Zhang Yu went out in the morning, the sun was still shining brightly. He knew at a glance that today was a good day. In just a moment, the sky became gloomy, and thick clouds covered the sun, as if a storm would come at any time.
When he came out of the waste collection station, the sky had turned completely gloomy, and there was a feeling of storm approaching in the air.
Afraid that he would get wet on the way, Zhang Yu didn't dare to go shopping anywhere else, so he speeded up and rushed home.
As soon as his front foot reached home, the rain started to fall on his back foot.
Standing in front of the window, looking at the heavy rain pouring down outside, Zhang Yu was a little lucky that he came back in time.
At this time, a strong wind blew. Seeing the rain outside being carried into the house by the wind, he quickly closed the window.
Because there was no sun and it was raining, the room was a little dim. Zhang Yu reached out and turned on the light. He cleaned up the books he had brought back and put them in the bookcase according to his habit.
He put the radio he got back from the scrap collection station on the table under the window, lowered his head and pulled out the tool box under the table, and began to disassemble it.
A normal radio should be relatively easy to disassemble, but this radio was so badly damaged that its crooked shell seriously hindered its disassembly.
But Zhang Yu is not in a hurry, he has plenty of time.
In this kind of weather, listening to the sound of rain outside and doing manual work slowly is also a kind of enjoyment.
After more than half an hour, Zhang Yu finally took apart the shell.
The moment he took it apart, Zhang Yu couldn't help but open his mouth wide as he looked at the things scattered from the radio and covering half of his table. This... this...