Ma Xiaoquan was secretly surprised. It seemed that Uncle Zhao was very alert and unknowingly turned over his backpack.
"This..." Ma Xiaoquan pretended to be nervous. He didn't know how to explain to Uncle Zhao for a moment. He wanted to see what Uncle Zhao would do next.
"This thing~~" Uncle Zhao took the mp3 and flipped it back and forth, "I'm afraid this thing doesn't exist in China, right?"
Ma Xiaoquan hummed and said, "Yes, it was brought from abroad."
Uncle Zhao narrowed his eyes. From his eyes, Ma Xiaoquan could see a trace of distrust. However, Uncle Zhao was obviously very cautious about MP3s, which were not of this era. After all, such a shiny metal product would not be in use in this era.
In this era, it is impossible for a low-level person like Uncle Zhao to know.
"How...how to use this?" Uncle Zhao handed the mp3 to Ma Xiaoquan and asked.
Ma Xiaoquan said oh, and the result of the mp3 was: "My brother left this for me. He left in a hurry, so he used it like this." With that, Ma Xiaoquan turned on the mp3.
A soft female voice came from the mp3: "Welcome to the new product..."
Uncle Zhao was obviously startled by the female voice in the mp3, so much so that he even took out the gun from the drawer.
Ma Xiaoquan was startled by Uncle Zhao's actions. He raised his hands, and with a clatter, the MP3 fell to the table, and an operating instruction prompt appeared on the small LCD screen.
Although the prompt tone of this thing is a standard Chinese Mandarin female voice, the operation instructions inside are all marked with English abbreviations, such as "play". Due to the screen display problem of mp3, there is only one English letter "p" on it.
, "Cancel" is marked with "c". As for "previous song" and "next song", they are not text labels, but two small triangles. Of course, the screen display is an on-screen display, and you have to press the button on the mp3 to operate.
Those buttons, Zhang Lin said before, he spent almost a thousand when he bought this thing, so the workmanship is very exquisite. The buttons on the MP3 body are all hidden, so it’s not necessarily possible if you don’t pay attention.
can be discovered.
Uncle Zhao picked up the mp3 from the table and squinted at the numbers and letters on the LCD screen. He clicked and pressed the "p" key (play) on the side of the mp3. Suddenly, the mp3 suddenly sounded.
Melodious singing.
"Oh my god~" Uncle Zhao was so frightened that he threw the mp3 on the table, then pointed the gun at the mp3, as if it was a mechanical monster.
Ma Xiaoquan was helpless. He didn't expect that the MP3 player he took from Zhang Lin had a playback function. In order to show off, when he took it back, he copied a lot of classic songs from his computer, from the 50s and 60s.
From the beginning of the 1990s to the 21st century, there were Chinese and foreign languages.
At this time, the songs played on the MP3 happened to be old songs from the 1950s and 1960s.
The melodious song filled the entire cabin. Uncle Zhao's nerves, which were still tense at first, calmed down a lot after hearing this old song.
Seeing Uncle Zhao's expression gradually softening, Ma Xiaoquan realized that what he considered to be a classic old song was a popular song in Uncle Zhao's era.
What was a little embarrassing was that before the song was finished, the MP3 player stopped. Ma Xiaoquan subconsciously glanced at the screen display on the MP3 player and thought, well, it must have run out of battery.
Uncle Zhao picked up the mp3 and fiddled with it a few times, but at this time the display screen of the mp3 had turned black, and no matter how much Uncle Zhao pressed it, there was no response.
Uncle Zhao frowned and put the MP3 player on the table, looked up at Ma Xiaoquan, his expression became very serious, and asked: "Tell me the truth, where did this thing come from?"
Ma Xiaoquan smiled bitterly and said: "Uncle Zhao, this thing must have been given to me by my brother."
"Don't lie to me!!" Uncle Zhao suddenly slammed the table, "This thing doesn't exist in this country, nor abroad!"
Ma Xiaoquan was stunned.
Uncle Zhao exhaled: "Tell me, where did you come from as a spy and what are you going to do? If you don't tell me, I can shoot you right now, or I can hand you over to the higher authorities for processing."
Ma Xiaoquan breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that he couldn't hide it anymore. He was about to tell Uncle Zhao the truth. At this moment, the door rang.
Uncle Zhao quickly put away the MP3 player with quick eyes and hands. At the next moment, two young men wearing police uniforms came in from outside.
"Old Zhao, we are here to take over!" One of the young policemen nodded disdainfully to Uncle Zhao as a greeting. Then he slapped his police hat on the table.
leave.
Another young policeman was very polite. He stepped forward and saluted Uncle Zhao with a military salute.
Uncle Zhao was obviously friendly to the young man who saluted him, but when faced with another careless young man, although there was a brief moment of displeasure on his face, he soon smiled and said: "Xiao Mao, why are you here today?"
come?"
The young policeman named Xiao Mao spit out the toothpick in his mouth and said: "My dad's birthday is tomorrow, so I went to buy him a birthday gift. What's wrong, Lao Zhao, do you have any opinions?"
Uncle Zhao shook his head: "How is that possible? Director Mao is the one we go out with. It's not too late for me to have a kiss with him. How can we have any objections?"
"Humph, don't do this. I know my dad's birthday is tomorrow. Where is the gift?" Xiao Mao stretched out his hand in front of Uncle Zhao very rudely, "Take it out."
Uncle Zhao blushed and said nothing.
"Hey~ I know you are such a poor person. You took my dad on duty more than ten years ago, and now you are still an ordinary police officer. My dad has already been promoted..." Xiao Mao took back his hand and saw people sitting in the room.
Ma Xiaoquan narrowed his eyes and asked, "Boy, have you done something wrong? Why haven't I seen you?"
Just as Ma Xiaoquan was about to speak, Uncle Zhao suddenly took out the MP3 player from his pocket and said, "Who said I didn't prepare a gift for your dad?"
Xiao Mao was stunned, turned to look at Uncle Zhao, and saw the MP3 in his hand. He was stunned for a moment, and then snatched the MP3 away.
"What the hell is this?" Xiao Mao was obviously shocked by the well-made MP3.
In fact, it's no wonder. MP3 first appeared in China in the late 1990s, and it's still 1980. For this kind of thing, let alone Xiaomao, even the people above would be surprised to see this thing.
Uncle Zhao snatched the mp3, stuffed it into his pocket and said, "Huh, do you believe it now?"
Xiaomao smashed his mouth, stretched out his hand and said: "Uncle Zhao, tell me honestly what this thing is. If you don't tell me, I will sue you!"
Uncle Zhao was also heartbroken: "Go ahead. This thing is going to be given to your dad anyway. Xiao Yang is here today, and he can also testify."
"You!" Xiao Mao was a young man after all, and Uncle Zhao was so deceptive and threatening that he was speechless and didn't know how to respond.
"Okay, okay~ Uncle Zhao, Xiaomao, stop arguing, Xiaomao, don't we still have to be on duty? Let's go now?"
Xiao Mao waved his hand and said, "No, I'll go to sleep for a while. You go first."
The young policeman named Xiao Yang sighed and said, "Okay, then you must come." After saying that, he glared at Ma Xiaoquan, straightened his collar and walked out of the duty cabin.
Xiao Yang left, and Uncle Zhao didn't want to stay in the same room with Xiao Mao anymore. He took out his Peony cigarette, stood at the door, lit it and took a deep puff.
Xiao Mao was also a bachelor. Although he was shocked by the sophistication of the thing, he knew that since Lao Zhao had promised to give it to his father as a birthday gift, this thing would be in his hands sooner or later, so Xiao Mao was not anxious at all.
He looked around, and when he was extremely bored, he simply put his big cap on his forehead, leaned against the chair and took a nap.
Ma Xiaoquan quietly got up and walked outside the duty cabin. At this time, Uncle Zhao had almost smoked a cigarette. He put out the cigarette butt, pulled Ma Xiaoquan aside, and whispered: "Xiaohu, I don't know.
Who are you, where are you from, what do you want to do with your brother, but I really can’t do anything now, so I’m going to lend you this thing, and I’ll buy it for you when I have money.
Exactly the same.”
Ma Xiaoquan gave a wry smile and thought that this thing would only appear in nearly twenty years. Even if you have 10 million, you can't buy it.
Seeing that Ma Xiaoquan did not agree, Uncle Zhao simply said: "If you don't agree, I will drag you into the situation."
Although Uncle Zhao acted resolutely, Ma Xiaoquan could tell from his attitude that he was not so resolute.
Ma Xiaoquan sighed and said, "Uncle Zhao, do you have something to hide?"
Uncle Zhao was stunned, took out another cigarette, lit it and took a puff and said: "The college entrance examination has just resumed a few years ago. My girl plans to apply for it this year, but the recommendation quota is very tight. It just so happens that Xiaomao's father can find someone.
So I was thinking if I could ask him to get one for the girl. Director Mao’s birthday is tomorrow, so I wanted to give it a try."
Ma Xiaoquan said innocently: "Uncle Zhao, it's your business to fight, but you can't use my things to do things for you. To be honest, I'm not afraid that you will get me into trouble. Anyway, I went into trouble."
, I will also say that you take my things and give them away..."
"You~~" Uncle Zhao threw the cigarette he had taken two puffs on the ground and said through gritted teeth: "Don't you want to help me with such a small amount of work?"
Ma Xiaoquan smiled: "Uncle Zhao, this and whether to help or not are two different things. You must first find out who owns that thing."
Uncle Zhao snorted coldly: "Now that it's in my hands, it's mine."
Ma Xiaoquan pointed at Xiao Mao who was napping in the room: "That policeman Xiao Mao is in the house now. If you insist on taking it from me, tell him that the thing belongs to me..."
"You~~" Uncle Zhao breathed out and his tone finally softened, "I'm begging you. As long as you help me with this favor, I will agree to whatever you want in the future."
