"It's so hot. Why don't you even have a fan in this damn place?"

This is the operation room in Fang Wenti's small repair shop. It is about three or four square meters and is actually Fang Wenti's bedroom. Liu Jun is still not used to operating in front of many customers outside. He is treated like a monster by a bunch of people.

People were watching and asking endless questions, but it didn't taste very good.

Liu Jun has become accustomed to coming here to help at noon. After all, his mother will be angry if he always goes back too late. After mentioning it to Yan Yucheng at the beef noodle restaurant, Yan Yucheng took it seriously and showed some interest to Wu Qiuyang, so he removed Ruan Bixiu from Lotus Commune.

I was transferred back to Xiangyang Town. But the work unit surprised everyone. He was actually the deputy instructor of the Xiangyang Town Police Station.

Ruan Bixiu was a little hesitant at first. She felt that she was a lesbian and had never done political and legal work. She was suddenly appointed as the deputy instructor of the Shuilu Police Station in Xiangyang Town, and she was afraid that she would not be qualified. Public Security Bureau Chief Yan Songbai was very enthusiastic and came to do the work in person. It seemed that Ruan Bixiu was a

Such an incredible public security expert, it would be a pity not to go to the Xiangyang Town Police Station.

During the Great Revolution, the "Public Security Bureau" was smashed, and the political and legal system has been in a very abnormal state for many years. After the "Gang of Four" was crushed, there were some improvements, but it was still insufficient. At that time, the Public Security Bureau was far less popular than it was later. Yan Songbai cried and shouted that Ruan Bixiu would be arrested

The reason I was transferred was just to take this opportunity to get close to the upstart Director Liu.

Naturally, Liu Jun strongly agreed. If you want to be a "yamen", how can a powerful agency have no one to support you? Is there anyone more reliable than his own mother?

In the end, it was Liu Jincai who made the final decision, nodded in approval, and Ruan Bixiu went to the police station to take up his post.

These days, Fang Wenti's small repair shop has gained a temporary reputation, and the number of people who come here gradually increases. In just one day, a lot of electrical appliances need to be repaired.

It is the weather in June, the sun is stronger than the fire.

Fang Wenti's bedroom had only a small window and was as hot as a steamer. After sitting there for less than ten minutes, Liu Jun was sweating profusely and couldn't help complaining loudly.

"Young Master, just bear with me. Do you think this is the County Revolutionary Committee? You still want a fan?"

Fang Wenti came over, picked up a cattail leaf fan and gave Liu Jun a few slaps.

"This won't work. There's nothing we can do. We need to get a fan."

"Hey, a fan costs dozens of yuan. I have to pay rent and eat, so what can I buy?"

Fang Wenti curled his lips, a little disdainful of Liu Jun's squeamishness.

Liu Jun didn't care: "If you can't afford it, just make one yourself."

"What? You want to make your own fan?"

Fang Wenti was dumbfounded. In his opinion, those who can make fans are big factories in big cities. Liu Jun, a little brat, actually made such big talk.

Just do it, it's really hot.

"Okay, okay, don't be stupid. Bring me five yuan and I'll go to the scrap company to see if there are any scrap motors for sale."

"You...you really want to be a fan?"

Liu Jun scolded: "Look at your ability, isn't the fan made by humans?"

Fang Wenti was hesitant, but gave Liu Jun five yuan. Anyway, if the fan was really ready, Fang Wenti would be the one using it most of the time.

Xiangyang Town is not big, and the waste material recycling company is not far from the old street. It takes about ten minutes to walk there. At noon, there are no customers in the sales department. There are only two middle-aged women in their thirties chatting. They are probably from the sales department.

When the salespersons at the department saw Liu Jun peering in, one of them yelled, "Kid, what are you looking at? Do you want to steal something?"

What are you talking about? I look like a thief in my office.

"I'm here to buy something."

The two salesmen were startled and then laughed: "Kid, we only accept things here, not sell them. You are in the wrong place."

"Auntie, I'm here to buy a scrap motor. My dad is a repairman and he can use it."

Liu Jun knew that he was very handsome, and with his sweet mouth, he could please women. This trick really worked, and the salesperson's attitude immediately became friendly, but he still refused his request.

"No, little friend, public goods cannot be sold to private individuals."

This is true. In those days, waste recycling companies could collect waste from private individuals, but sales were from public to public.

"It doesn't matter, I'll just pay as usual. There's no one around now anyway."

As he spoke, Liu Jun took out a few one-yuan RMB and waved them.

The two salesmen were really excited. They looked at each other, looked around, and then babbled inside.

As expected, there are actually many good things in the scraps. Among a lot of scrap motors, at least five or six are basically usable. I guess some are stolen goods, and some are the result of poor factory management. They are sold as scraps.

Lose, gain weight personally.

Liu Jun picked a motor that was basically intact, even the bearings were connected, walked to the counter, put four dollars on the table, turned around and left without saying a word.

Seriously, silence is better than noise at this time. No one wants to publicize this kind of private transaction. The two salesmen got an unexpected fortune for nothing, so they must be happy for several days?

When Fang Wenti saw that Liu Jun really came back with a motor, he felt like stamping his feet and beating his chest.

He originally just wanted to fool Liu Jun. He was not that delicate yet when he blew an electric fan. It was a luxury that only the best people deserved. He, a cripple with no serious profession, did not dare to be so extravagant.

"Why are you standing there? Go and find a sheet of tin to cut the fan blades."

"How...how to cut it?"

"That's a long way to go. Just go find the tinplate. I'll draw it for you and you can just cut it. In addition, you need to get some iron wire to make a fan shield. Now, here's the remaining dollar. What's more?

for you."

He originally thought that five yuan was wasted, but suddenly he returned one yuan. Fang Wenti's bleeding soul got some comfort. In desperation, he had no choice but to nag to find what Liu Jun needed.

Even though Fang Wenti was lame on one leg, he did these things very neatly, and no one knew what means he used. Not long after, he actually got back a sheet of tin and a small bundle of wires, but they were rusty and of different thicknesses.

Not very good.

At that time, Liu Jun had already finished fixing the motor and was using a small wooden box to modify the casing.

Fang Wenti didn't know much about radios, but his hands were very dexterous. He was an adult and much stronger than Liu Jun. He was good at doing these tasks. In less than an hour, the blades were cut and the wires were smoothed with sandpaper. A figure like

A decent protective cover was also made. I didn't have an electric drill, so I tried my best and asked Fang Wenti to use a chisel to cut three small holes at the root of the blade, rivet it firmly with screws, install the protective cover, and turn on the power. The blade immediately went crazy.

When you turn it around, waves of cool breeze blow against your face, and the feeling can be described in one word - refreshing!

Fang Wenti originally regretted his few dollars, but now that he saw that the electric fan was actually made, he couldn't help but smile. He rushed to stand in front of the fan and enjoy the coolness under the scorching sun.

"Hey, lame, the whole fan is blowing, it's quite pleasant..."

A strange voice suddenly sounded outside the store.

Fang Wenti looked up and his face suddenly turned pale.

At the entrance of the store, there were three arrogant Ah Fei standing. The leader was wearing a vest and a crew cut, with a fierce look on his face, and a pair of eyes squinting at Fang Wenti, full of provocation.

"Three eldest brothers... come in... please come in and sit down..."

Fang Wenti stammered and his face became paler.

"Who is your eldest brother? Stop having such a bloody affair."

A long-haired man with an open shirt squeezed in from behind the flat head and pushed Fang Wenti to stagger. Fortunately, Fang Wenti was disabled, so he didn't use too much force.

"This is Brother Qiang, do you know him?"

"Yes, yes...Brother Qiang, please smoke..."

Fang Wenti took out a pack of "torches" worth ten cents and gave some second-rate men cigarettes.

"Fuck you, you dare to take out anything, and think that Brother Qiang is just a beggar who collects rags? Why don't you ask me, what is our identity, Brother Qiang, to beat you? Why don't you hurry up and buy a few packs?"

Come on, at least it has to be a big front door.”

Torches cost 10 cents a pack and 350 cents at the front door. Even though Yan Yucheng was the head of the County Revolutionary Committee, he did not smoke them often.

I bet these guys are gangsters from the old street, collecting "protection fees" in this area.

Of course, the term protection fee only became popular in the mainland after the influx of Hong Kong films in the 1980s. But this is what Brother Qiang and his gang do.

Brother Qiang waved his hand to stop the long hair, and said to Fang Wenti in a dark tone: "Cripple, what's your name, and where did you come from?"

"I...my name is Fang Wenti, from Hongqi Commune... Zhang Mulin, the director of the Revolutionary Committee of Hongqi Commune, is my cousin..."

"Hey, call me the name of the company. The director of the Hongqi Commune Revolutionary Committee is such a big official. I'm so scared..." Brother Qiang suddenly grabbed Fang Wenti's hair and sneered: "Don't talk about the director of Hongqi Commune, that's the director of Hongqi Commune.

Wang Benqing is your cousin, you have to listen to me when you go to the old street!"

Liu Jun couldn't help but chuckle.

It seems that Brother Qiang doesn't care about politics. It's been so many days and he still doesn't know that Xiangyang County has changed its leadership.

"Fucking little brat, why are you laughing?"

Brother Qiang stared at Liu Jun with a pair of bull-egg eyes.

"It's nothing. Brother Qiang, please let him go first. His legs and feet are inconvenient. There is no point in bullying the disabled. If Brother Qiang needs anything, just tell him and we will do it."

"Hey, little bastard, you are very talkative, better than this cripple... OK, we won't be nagging, you have to listen to me on my territory, pay ten yuan a month, three big front door cigarettes

,Brother Qiang, I will ensure that no one dares to trouble you."

Darling, is this strong guy from Africa? He’s so black! If you catch Fang Wenti from a small shop like this, you dare to ask for money without letting anyone live?

"Brother Qiang, it's too... too much... I can't afford it, I... I can't even make twenty yuan a month..."

Fang Wenti was so frightened that he actually bargained with others. Do you think this is a business deal?

There was a crisp "pop" sound, and Fang Wenti received a slap on the face.
To be continued...