Old galvanized water pipes were replaced with stainless steel and PP polypropylene.

Each valve, pump, and machine was renovated inside and out, and all sealing rings and motor wires were replaced.

Remove the large pile of yellowed sandblasted frosted glass and replace it with new wire-laminated glass, which will last for a long, long time.

The side of the building facing the ultraviolet headlights has been newly painted. On the backlit side, you can see many comic strips, which are gifts for the children of Yingying Kindergarten.

The goods in the warehouse are divided into categories, and consumables that can be used for at least four years have been prepared for the residents of each room. However, there is no way to ensure a long-term supply of things like vegetarian dishes in the kitchen. These issues can only be left to Chief Jessica to handle.

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"I'll leave this list to you, Aunt Li Xiangyun." Jiang Xueming handed over a new oil-paper account book and handed it to the cleaning aunt, "Is the warehouse manager still in this building?"

"That's my husband." The cleaning lady took the account book and said with a smile: "He left a long time ago."

"Oh... I'm sorry." Jiang Xueming pursed her lips, feeling embarrassed: "I shouldn't have mentioned this matter."

"He probably died during the earthquake. He was hit by a shelf before he could run away. The situation was very chaotic at that time. The rescue team came in and there were many corpses but no work badges could be found. They also said it was a spiritual disaster, so the victims were taken to the

It was buried under the ground." Aunt Li Xiangyun didn't care at all. She turned her head and looked at the rows of shelves and the large and crowded warehouse. The black oil in her eyes fluctuated. After a while, the holes turned black and then back again.

Brown, emotionally unstable.

Jiang Xueming handed over Ah Xing's big tape recorder smoothly: "Auntie, I want to give this to you."

"What kind of foreign thing is this?" Li Xiangyun didn't understand, but she could guess its purpose from the two loudspeakers and the tape cassette: "Is it for playing songs?"

"Yes." Jiang Xueming rummaged into his backpack again and pulled out two boxes of tapes.

It is a recording of the chorus of the China Song and Dance Drama Theater, including "On the Taihang Mountains" and "My Motherland".

Ah Xing popped up from behind Brother Ming: "Yes, yes! I also asked 9527 to find someone to record "Liuyang River" by teacher Li Guyi. "My Motherland" also has teacher Guo Lanying's version. Auntie, what are you still doing?

What do you want to hear?"

"I don't know how to do this foreign trick." Aunt Li Xiangyun flipped her hair, her eyes were dry, and she rubbed her hands uneasily, as if she wanted to hold the handle of the tape recorder, but she was afraid of wearing it out.

Jiang Xueming: "Axing, teach Aunt Li how to use it."

After a few minutes, Aunt Li Xiangyun finally figured out how to insert the tape, degaussing, re-recording and pausing, as well as how to use the fast forward and rewind function keys.

When she pressed the play button, the INTRO prelude from the strings came in, and she immediately caught up with the rhythm.

Aunt Li shook her hands and her body swayed slightly.

She held Jiang Xueming's shoulders and hummed.

"A big river with wide waves~"

"The wind blows the rice flowers~the fragrance of both sides of the strait~"

The handyman who was busy in the warehouse was arranging rags and disinfectant while singing along with Aunt Li.

"I'm used to hearing the boatman's call and seeing the white sails on the ship."

Ah Xing took out a new tape from his bag and put it in a big cardboard box. There were many songs from different eras. Xueming also stuffed a tape into it. It was Jiang Bailu's collection. Before the two brothers and sisters were born,

"Jay" released in 2000 - Although I don't know if Aunt Li will like it, Bai Lu and Xueming both like it.

They no longer bothered the people in the warehouse, but waited quietly, standing at the gate and looking into the distance.

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Next to the oval track in the large stadium, different races have set up different stages according to their different hometowns.

Two tennis referees, Porechev and Goncharov, set up a projection screen and watched the "Victory Day Parade on May 9, 1990" together with six engineers and thirty-three team members.

After playing "Long Live Our Mighty Motherland", followed by "Holy War" and "Farewell of Slavic Women", it felt like I was back under the Kremlin, playing drums and blowing trumpets with the military band phalanx.

Next door were good Hispanic neighbors. They were singing and dancing on the stage, and a bricklayer named Crisandiano hugged his friends.

Because he took out a family heirloom, which was a jersey of Maradona - the stage was playing the last game in 1990 when the world champion Maradona single-handedly destroyed Juventus.

Friends from Europe gathered around a round dining table and sang loudly.

Italian chef Enrique can handle meat and play the trombone.

The red gum worker in the kitchen was carrying a bass guitar and had just handed the electric guitar into the hands of foreman Eric.

The deputy construction worker sat in front of the piano and played "Bohemian Rhapsody" by Queen.

In 1990, Freddie Mercury, the lead singer of Queen, held the last birthday party in his life. He died of AIDS in November 1991.

The rednecks in North America didn't set up a stage. They wandered around, occasionally trying to sneak into other houses to get some French fries. There was only one black uncle who used the stars and stripes as a cape, wore sunglasses and held an electric guitar, and asked his assistant to do it. The saxophone accompaniment, surrounded by a group of listeners, sang spiritual songs and B.B. King's jazz.

The brothers and sisters in the East Asian cultural circle were setting up the main stage, and they asked Brother Qi to get a piece of Teresa Teng's Golden Record Award-winning work called "The Conditions of Tears."

But Seventh Brother still didn't dare to sign up - she originally wanted to go up and sing a song, and wanted to sing "I Only Care About You" for her employer to listen to.

Later, she discovered that the mixer had a VCD of the 1991 Red and White Song Concert, for which Teresa Teng sang "I Only Care About You" - and later died of illness in 1995.

She thought that these good brothers from Guangdong had already heard the original song, so there was no need for her to go up and throw this time-travelling adult away.

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"My Motherland" is almost over - after the sentence "When friends come, there is good wine."

Aunt Li Xiangyun was stunned for a while——

——Because she saw a clever old man emerging from under the linen blanket in the warehouse, opening the partition door of the basement, holding a bare wooden pole in his hand, like a Type 56 submachine gun with only the handle left. The uncle's eyes were shining and he shouted with great anger.

"If that jackal comes! Have a shotgun to greet it!"

That uncle is Li Xiangyun’s husband and the manager of this warehouse.

Aunt Li Xiangyun figured it out——

——My husband fought many battles when he was young, how could he be knocked down by an earthquake?

It's just that no one tidied the warehouse, no one removed the heavy iron frame, and no one discovered that such an old clever guy was still hiding in the basement.

"I thought you were dead..."

"A long, long time ago."

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the other side--

——Chief Jessica stood on the stage with her hands on her hips.

She changed into a red and white singing outfit and looked very energetic and very happy - this was her first performance on stage, and it would definitely not be her last.

When I saw the stage layout, I always felt that something was missing——

"—Set up! OK!"

"—Band! OK!"

"——Field management! OK!"

"Lighting! Very bad!"

The ultraviolet headlights shine on the stadium, which makes it feel listless and in need of a lively atmosphere!

After all, what she wants to sing next, the story she wants to tell, and the passion she wants to express require a more enthusiastic and cheerful light.

She ran down the stage and bumped into Ah Xing and Xueming who were putting on makeup.

Ah Xing put a fake beard on his face, put on sunglasses, a feather hat, Elvis Presley's clothes, and a mini electric guitar hanging around his neck, all gaudy.

Xueming was much more up-to-date. He didn't change anything. To be honest, if Chief Jessica hadn't asked him to help perform a chorus performance on stage, he really wouldn't have wanted to open the business.

"Please! Jiang Xueming! Please! Is there a Bling☆Bling light? It's like a disco ball!" Jessica spoke Chinese much more smoothly.

Jiang Xueming was confused: "The club doesn't seem to have such a thing. I'll think of a way..."

"It doesn't matter if you don't, forget it..." Jessica became depressed.

While Bu Liuxing was putting on a beard for himself, he put on sunglasses for Chief Jessica with the other hand: "Sir, your Chinese is getting better and better, who did you learn it from?"

"Little teacher Enrique! I taught him shogi and he taught me Chinese." Jessica replied.

Just when the two of them were chatting without saying a word.

Jiang Xueming got a few people from the foreman to make an opaque colored ball out of hot-bent glass, but there was no strong light source and the brightness of the construction headlights was not strong enough.

He pulled out his wand and inserted it into the lamp stand, and the motor drove the platform to start rotating.

The wand didn't listen to him - it refused to shine for a long time, as if it felt insulted.

So Jiang Xueming said: "Please, friend, help me with this. The steelmaking workers in the Sixteenth Iron Works are extremely professional. Their youngest master also has fifty years of experience in blacksmithing. In addition to heat treatment, I

I also want to learn the die-casting cold forging method from them, and listen to their mysterious private discussions about developing a Soviet black-tech steelmaking process using ultra-high-pressure sound waves to remove impurities. If you..."
To be continued...