"Think about that bastard, my second brother. If this guy can do better than the two of us, he will be nothing if he doesn't bury the two of us." He grabbed a large glass of draft beer and handed it to Xiong Wei.
Before, Cheng Xiaoyu lit a cigarette for the other party and said.
"Work hard, that guy has a bad mouth, don't be eliminated by him when the time comes." Xiong Wei drank a large glass of draft beer in one gulp.
"That guy can only do what he did when he was a kid. He must be taller and stronger than him, and everything will overwhelm him. Otherwise, you have to wait for him to retaliate against you with all the things he has accumulated for more than ten years."
"It's good that you know, he is almost taller than you, and you don't seem to have any advantage except width."
"Don't worry, I will continue to maintain this advantage." With these words, Cheng Xiaoyu already has the weight in his heart to win the competition among brothers. Men stand in the world. It used to be a world of men and real men, but now
It is a material society. If you don’t have material support and want to rely on poverty and pride, there will be nothing more than being scolded. Now you already have channels to obtain material, and you have been lazy for twenty years.
In the next few years, when the opportunity comes, it’s time to work hard.
I originally thought about going to the bar where Xiong Wei was to hang out in the evening, but thinking about the arrogant face of the second son Zhang Sen, Cheng Xiaoyu lost any interest. He drank with the boss Xiong Wei until 7:30, and the bar was about to get busy.
Now, there will be no more buses, so the two parted ways.
Looking at Xiong Wei's back as he strode away, Cheng Xiaoyu thought to himself: "Boss, I won't be the one who is hated as much as steel among the brothers."
During the busiest time every day, Cheng Xiaoyu would turn on his computer to play online games or watch movies and TV shows. The hustle and bustle of college students outside seemed to have nothing to do with him. How could a lazy person who didn't have many opportunities spend his meager income on
Besides having fun, Xiong Wei was worried about Cheng Xiaoyu. Little did he know that Cheng Xiaoyu had often relied on instant noodles in recent years, just to save as much money as possible. As the number of deposits in his bank card slowly increased, he discovered the fact that money is not saved.
Those who come out will definitely not be able to make a fortune by saving. The promise I made when I left my hometown to make a lot of money and return with a glorious family name was not empty talk, it was the promise of a young man's ambition.
It doesn’t mean that you can become rich if you want to. There are 1.3 billion people in the country, and there are only a handful of truly rich people including the middle class. What do I, Cheng Xiaoyu, have? Why am I rich? I have worked hard for four years. The ruthless society is destroying my heart.
With a young heart, everyone who steps into society will say to their parents and themselves, I must stand out. After a few decades, this hope will be placed on my son, and he will continue to live an ordinary life, and even more
After a long time, his son also lived an ordinary life, and his hopes were pinned on his grandson.
The current situation of 99% of people. Among these people, there are those who have time to daydream but do not take action, those who take action but have no opportunities, and those who are suppressed. No matter what, when Cheng Xiaoyu returned to the store today, he knew that he had an opportunity, and now he has to
Looking at the action, computer games and movies seemed to be unable to attract him at this moment. Not to mention making money to restore an item that had been declared scrapped, the sense of accomplishment made him addicted to it. After returning, he opened the rolling shutter door and closed the glass door.
The small fan above his head was turned on and the mosquito coils were lit. Cheng Xiaoyu sat on the chair with a hint of expectation and took out the box of phones from his bag.
"The board line is damaged, should it be repaired?"
Damn, Cheng Xiaoyu was disappointed in the first place. As soon as he knew about the repair method of extracting the energy and physical energy from the body, he was directly thrown into the cold palace. Unless absolutely necessary, he would never let the magical left hand be repaired easily.
"The power chip is burned out and the transistor on the back of the display is connected virtually. Can it be repaired?"
This one has a door. Cheng Xiaoyu disassembled the machine and carefully opened the solder joints of the power chip with a hot air gun. He gently picked it up with tweezers and threw it aside. He used alcohol cotton to clean the solder joints on the mobile phone's motherboard to let the temperature on the motherboard drop.
, to prevent continuous high-temperature operation from melting the solder joints of surrounding small devices.
I found a replaceable triode in the discarded accessory box and replaced it. I ran to the bathroom and washed my face with cold water to regain my consciousness from my dizzy brain after drinking. I held the new power chip firmly in my fat hand.
First, hang a thin layer of tin on the new power chip with the help of a tin-planting board, an auxiliary tool for chip transplantation. No more, because the denser solder joints will melt into other solder joints once the chip falls on the motherboard.
There is adhesion on the motherboard; it cannot be missing. If one missing solder joint is not firmly welded to the motherboard solder joint, the function of the power chip cannot be exerted.
The next step is the most difficult part. This is why many mobile phone owners don’t understand why it is so expensive to replace small parts. The success rate of transplanting chips is very low. If you are not careful, it can connect to nearby parts and cause new faults.
, with the decline in the value of mobile phones, ordinary repairmen who cannot afford the price are reluctant to transplant chips. Fortunately, when Cheng Xiaoyu was in Meicheng, he studied with his master for two years. The most he did was transplanting chips and joint failures.
Xiaoyu has never succeeded in the most difficult motherboard thread jump. Without those two years, Cheng Xiaoyu would never have been able to achieve the 80% success rate of transplanting the chip. Think about a person who just came out of a small mountain village and knows nothing.
, it’s not what people say, just lying on the maintenance table transplanting chips all day long, it’s difficult even if you don’t have a high level of skill.
"Hoo!" Five minutes later, Cheng Xiaoyu stood up and put his head and neck within the closest blowing range of the fan. He pinched his clothes and kept blowing the fan to drive away the heat from his body.
After lighting a cigarette and smoking, the temperature of the motherboard returned to normal. There was no complete installation. I just simply connected the motherboard and the display, pressed the power button, and everything was normal!
Oh! After getting two hundred yuan, it turns out that making money can be so simple. Cheng Xiaoyu put his left hand to his mouth and kept kissing...
"Boss..." The door opened, and a middle-aged man with glasses stretched his head and saw Cheng Xiaoyu doing this weird action. His face changed and he wanted to exit. There was no hope anyway, so don't go any further.
Met some weirdos.
"Hello, what's the matter?" Cheng Xiaoyu quickly put his left hand behind his back, returned to his normal appearance, and asked calmly.
The man with glasses was really ill and had sought medical treatment. When he saw Cheng Xiaoyu's appearance, he casually responded: "Can you repair computer hard drives?"
"No..." Cheng Xiaoyu subconsciously wanted to refuse, silly X, this is a mobile phone repair, not a computer repair, but he took it back as soon as he said it: "Okay, let me take a look first."
There is such a ready opportunity to test the magical left hand, how can you miss it? If you can't repair it, what will you lose? Let's see what you are afraid of? (To be continued)