Development of productivity started in 1981

Chapter 37 Busy Night
It was almost 6 o'clock when I rushed to school from Raozhou, and I hadn't had dinner yet.

In order to have his meal before the canteen closed, Wang Jiankun parked his motorcycle in the carport at the school gate. There were more than 20 bicycles parked there, and Wang Jiankun's black motorcycle stood out from the crowd.

Without caring about anything else, I quickly ran to the canteen and got 8 taels of rice. The only dish left was stir-fried beans, which had turned a little yellow due to being cooked for a long time.

Wang Jiankun did not feel disgusted. Filling his stomach was the most important thing. He quickly emptied the food into his stomach. After washing the lunch box and chopsticks, he patted his hair and coat, trying to get rid of the dust as much as possible, otherwise it would be embarrassing to go to the classroom covered in dust.

After dusting off, I slowly walked towards the classroom with my lunch box and chopsticks. I had just eaten too fast, so I had to walk slower.

When he arrived at the classroom, the class monitor kept staring at him. Wang Jiankun was a little puzzled. He smiled and nodded at him as a greeting and walked towards his seat.

Fang Guihua saw him coming and came over to talk to him, asking him if he went home for the Mid-Autumn Festival and whether he could go to his place for dinner again this Sunday.

"I went home early on Mid-Autumn Festival and took a trip to Raozhou with my dad."

"Raozhou, it's quite far, isn't it? Is it fun there?"

"It's more than 100 kilometers from the county seat, and it takes about four hours by car. There's nothing fun to do there."

"I may not be at home this Sunday. If you want to go, just prepare some food and cook. It's more economical to share the meal than to eat in the cafeteria."

"Okay, what are you going to do this Sunday? You look busy!"

"I helped the team develop a small product. My dad is going to Raozhou to deliver the goods, so I want to go and take a look."

"Small product, what is it? Is it a clock?"

"No, I'll let Master Quan make the clock. I can't let anyone in the team take over my business. I'll show it to you in the bathroom after class. Class is about to start, so you can go back first."

He sat down and greeted Yu Zirun, but Yu Zirun ignored him. He felt puzzled. He didn't provoke her, so why was she angry?

Wang Jiankun didn't know that when he entered the classroom just now, Yu Zirun whispered to him, "Where have you been? Why is there so much dust on your body?" Wang Jiankun didn't notice and kept talking to Fang Guihua.

14-year-old Wang Jiankun didn’t know how to coax a girl. Seeing that she ignored him, he just picked up his homework.

There were homework assignments for each subject before the holiday. Although they were not difficult for Wang Jiankun, he still had to do them.

It would have been much faster to use my superpowers to present it directly in my exercise book, but in order to improve my writing skills, I still wrote it by hand.

After the first evening self-study get out of class, Fang Guihua ran to him from the back row, and the two went to the toilet.

He walked to the street light near the toilet, took out a green-painted lighter, pressed the switch, and a yellow flame appeared in front of the two of them.

Wang Jiankun explained to Fang Guihua: "This is a lighter. Press the switch, the iron wheel rubs against the flint to produce sparks, and the sparks ignite the cotton core. Our team is making this recently. My father ships the goods to Raozhou, so I have to go to Raozhou often to check it out."

"You came up with this too, you're really amazing, aren't you?"

"This is made based on foreign products. Similar lighters have existed in foreign countries for decades. I saw one in Raozhou once. I took it apart and studied it. I found it was quite simple. I looked for parts and materials everywhere, and finally I made it."

"That's pretty impressive. Is this lighter easy to sell? How much is one?"

"It's OK. It's only been on sale for less than a month. The retail price should be around 1 to 15 yuan."

"It's so expensive, it's equivalent to my living expenses for 2 or 3 months."

"It's not bad. Imported ones from abroad cost 1 or 2 yuan, and they are hard to find in our inland provinces. They are only available in some big coastal cities. This one is only or yuan, which is already very cheap."

"People in your team can make a lot of money doing this, can my family go to your team to make these lighters?"

"It's a bit difficult right now. We have enough manpower in our team for now, so we probably won't recruit people from outside teams. But you can ask your family to sell the cotton and cotton cores to our team. I can talk to my family about it."

"Really? Our family planted a lot of cotton this year. Is it difficult to make cotton cores?"

"It's not difficult. The cotton you grow on your private plot may not be enough, but your home is close to Qinghua Town, so you can buy some from nearby places and make some into cotton cores, and sell some directly."

"That's fine, when can you do it?"

"Write a letter to your family tomorrow and ask them to collect the cotton first. I will also write a method for making cotton cores and send a sample back to you. Then ask your family to make a few according to the method and send them to our team. If it works, make a large number of cotton cores and sell them to our team. If not, ask my mother to teach you how to make them."

"You are very thoughtful. I won't say much to thank you. I will never refuse your help in the future."

"Boy, what is this? Can you show it to me?" A gangster voice came.

Wang Jiankun turned around and saw two ruffian-looking guys talking. The one who was talking was holding a lit cigarette in his hand. He leaned over and asked Wang Jiankun to give him the lighter.

Fang Guihua walked to the front and said in a gruff voice, "Why, you want to rob? This is a school. If you shout, the teacher will come. Then you will punish us and blame us for being ruthless."

"Haha, calling you teacher, only you freshmen are so childish, calling you teacher for such a small matter, I didn't do anything, I just asked your classmate to bring that thing to me, the teacher can't do anything about it."

"Then I'll tell you now. If you don't give it to me, you can leave."

"You won't give it to me, right? You better be careful next time."

Wang Jiankun saw that the two hooligans older than him were not scared away, and was about to step forward when the squad leader came over.

"Yellow Hair, what do you want my classmates to be careful about? You only care about food and not about punishment."

When the two ruffians saw the monitor coming over, they immediately said in a low voice: "Brother Wu, I'm sorry, we didn't know you were your classmate, I'll leave now."

"You're leaving now? Apologize, and don't come here to pick fights and bully the younger students in the future."

"Sorry, we'll leave now."

The squad leader looked at Wang Jiankun. Wang Jiankun had no choice but to say, "You guys go away and don't cause trouble in the future."

"Did you hear me? Don't cause trouble again, or you'll be in trouble. Get out of here now!"

The two ruffians quickly ran towards the senior high school teaching building.

"Thank you, squad leader. If you hadn't saved the situation, we wouldn't know what to do."

"You're welcome. You're not helpless."

"Oh, why do you say that?"

"You're riding a motorcycle just a few days after school started. You've already got your weapons and equipment ready to teach them a lesson, right?"

Wang Jiankun didn't expect that the squad leader had seen his actions just now and also knew that he had a motorcycle.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, the monitor laughed and said, "Don't think too much. I only found out about you when I saw you park your motorcycle in the shed before class. I didn't investigate you."

"Then please keep it a secret from me, squad leader. I'm in a hurry today, and I don't usually ride."

"Haha, I certainly won't gossip about it, but if you ride in such a small town, people will definitely know about it."

"I'm not famous either. I usually just go home and ride my bike. It's best if I can be discovered later in school."

"That's right. If you don't look carefully, you won't notice that you are a middle school student. Then can I ride your motorcycle?"

Wang Jiankun thought for a moment and said, "Okay, but you can only ride it at my place tomorrow at noon or after school in the afternoon. Do you know how to ride it?"

"I can ride a bicycle, so riding a motorcycle should be easy, right?"

"It's easy if you can ride a bicycle. You can learn it in half an hour."

"Then I'll go with you tomorrow at noon. We'll go out to eat first, and then go to your place to learn how to ride a motorcycle. Fang Guihua can come too."

"Okay, class is about to start, let's go back."

The three of them returned to the classroom together.

After returning to the classroom, Wang Jiankun wrote down the method of making the cotton core with pictures and text. He also took the cotton core out of the lighter, used his superpowers to remove the kerosene, and gave them to Fang Guihua.

His deskmate Yu Zirun saw that he was doing something incomprehensible again and asked him what he was drawing.

Wang Jiankun joked, "A kind of firearms part."

Yu Zirun snorted and said, "Don't think I don't understand. Didn't you write on it that the cotton should be boiled in water with plant ash and other processing methods? What about firearms? You're a liar."

"I'm not kidding you, it's a firearm, you see."

Wang Jiankun took the lighter in his hand, blocked it with a book and lit it.

Yu Zirun was surprised when he saw it: "What is this?"

"It's a firearm, invented abroad. We call it a lighter in China." "Lighter? Let me see."

"Look, use a book to block it, don't keep the fire burning, it smells like kerosene."

Yu Zirun took it, lit the lighter with her tender little white hands, released it and pressed it again, and after lighting it a few times, she returned it to Wang Jiankun.

"Can you give me one of your lighters?"

"What do you need a lighter for? You don't need to light a fire to cook or smoke, do you?"

"My dad smokes, I want to give him one, how much does it cost, I'll give it to you."

"I'll get you a new one tomorrow, no charge. You're my deskmate, so just cover for me in class from now on."

"Why are you always not paying attention in class, especially in liberal arts classes?"

"I will be preparing to take science exams in the future. I have a good memory and can remember arts exams after reading them a few times."

"You brag without thinking. How many times do you read it and remember it? Let me test you."

"You take the test. I never brag."

Yu Zirun took out a copy of ** Digest from the drawer and said, "This magazine has just been published. I will select an article for you to read three times and return to me. If you can recite it, it proves that you are not bragging. It will also help you cover up for your class. Otherwise, you have to attend class obediently or I will tell the class teacher."

Wang Jiankun thought his deskmate's threat was a little funny, so he suppressed his laughter and said, "Okay, I promise you, but I can recite it after reading it twice."

Seeing that Wang Jiankun was being stubborn, I wanted to give him a way out, but now I don't want to do that anymore. I flipped an article of about 1500 words and showed it to Wang Jiankun.

In fact, if I used my superpowers, I wouldn't even need to read it, but in order not to be exposed, I still took it and started reading. Before 2 minutes were up, I gave it back to Yu Zirun and recited it aloud.

As Yu Zirun listened to Wang Jiankun talking about the article in the magazine, he became more and more shocked. Is this what a genius is like?
I memorized such a long article in less than two minutes of reading. The ancient Chinese saying "photographic memory" is true.

I used to think that the ancients used exaggerated writing style and deliberately wrote like that to promote someone. I didn’t expect that there really is someone in the world with photographic memory, and he is my deskmate.

Even after Wang Jiankun finished reciting, Yu Zirun was still staring at the article in a daze.

"Hey, come back to your senses, what's wrong? Did I recite it wrong?"

Yu Zirun came back to his senses, looked at Wang Jiankun with a puzzled expression, and said, "No, you recited it word for word."

"Do you admire me a little bit?" Wang Jiankun joked, because she found that her deskmate was a little hit, so she made a joke to liven up the atmosphere.

"Hmph, you're awesome. What's so great about having a good memory? I'll see how well you can score in the exam at the end of this month."

After saying that, he put away the magazine and turned around to do his homework seriously.

Seeing that Yu Zirun had recovered from the blow, Wang Jiankun started to work on his own research.

He decided to build a shortwave station to see if he could contact the hams (amateur radio enthusiasts HAM, which means "ham" in English) in Europe and the United States.

Communicate with them about radio technology, and ask them for help in purchasing electronic components and some scientific research instruments and equipment.

If Peter's sales route stabilizes, there will be more and more money in his account in Hong Kong.

It would be a bit of a waste to keep the money unused. It would be more useful to purchase some things for your own reference and research.

Shortwave radio stations need to be registered with the post and telecommunications department. Wang Jiankun decided to go to the post and telecommunications bureau tomorrow at noon to ask how to apply for registration.

The working principle of shortwave radio is to modulate the sound or other information first, then amplify it with an amplifier, and then transmit the amplified signal through the transmission system to send the information out.

Wang Jiankun decided to manufacture subsystems one by one and then combine them together. At the beginning, he did not consider the size and aesthetics, as long as they could be used, and then he could optimize and integrate them later.

When a person is devoted to doing something, he will always find that time flies quickly. Wang Jiankun only finished drawing the drawings of the launch system before going to evening study.

I put the drawings away in the drawer, and waited until almost everyone in the classroom had left before I stood up and walked out.

In the parking shed at the school gate, Wang Jianku found that the monitor was still waiting there.

Seeing Wang Jiankun coming over, he said, "Jiankun, take me for a look first. This car is really nice and domineering. It's much better than my 28-bar."

"Didn't we say we'd teach you how to ride tomorrow at noon?"

"Hey, I've seen it, show me how it works later, and I'll come to learn from you tomorrow."

"Well, you can't sleep tonight if you don't touch this car, wait for me to help you out of the carport."

Seeing how much he coveted the car, Wang Jiankun agreed to take him to experience it.

After leaving the shed, I started the motorcycle, let the squad leader sit on the back seat, and taught him to hold the back handle.

After making sure that he was in good condition, Wang Jiankun shifted gears, released the clutch and brake, and the car started slowly.

At this time, there were only a few pedestrians and a few students who had fallen behind on the street, and Wang Jiankun slowly accelerated.

After passing the Dongmen Bridge and turning onto the South Ring Road, the speed was increased to 60. The squad leader was shouting in the back seat, saying it was so fast and so exciting.

The South Ring Road is not long, and it takes less than 5 minutes to reach the West Gate.

This was a dirt road, and Wang Jiankun didn't want to ride on it in the dark night, so he turned around and went back.

Because he had already passed this road once and there were no pedestrians on the road, Wang Jiankun shifted to the highest gear, stepped on the accelerator, and the speed soared to over 80.

The roar of motorcycles echoed throughout half of the county. Some people living near the road turned on the lights in their homes, and curses could be heard faintly.

Wang Jiankun realized that he seemed to be disturbing others, so he quickly reduced the accelerator and slowed down.

The squad leader stopped shouting when the speed reached over 80 km/h because the cold wind would blow into his mouth. However, Wang Jiankun didn't feel cold because he was wearing a helmet.

After riding across the Dongmen Bridge and back to the bicycle shed, the squad leader still felt unsatisfied and wanted Wang Jiankun to take him for another ride.

"The visibility is poor at night, and it's a bit disturbing to others at this late hour. How about I teach you how to ride it tomorrow at noon? Once you learn how to ride it, I can let you ride it for a while."

"Okay, then it's settled. From now on, I can help you with anything you can't handle."

"Okay, we classmates should help each other. It's already late, let's talk tomorrow."

"Okay, let's talk tomorrow."

The two separated in the carport. Wang Jiankun returned home, parked the car, and took out his text machine to check the messages.

His father sent a message saying that he had arrived home safely around 8 o'clock and asked how Wang Jiankun was doing.

Wang Jiankun replied that he had eaten dinner in the cafeteria and arrived at school on time for evening self-study.

His mother asked about his health and talked about the production situation of the lighter factory.

My sister sent a message saying she missed him.

Wang Jiankun replied to his mother's message, telling her that in a few days someone named Fang from the Tuokou Production Team would come to her to sell cotton and cotton cores. If the samples were up to standard, she would buy them at the normal purchase price and place an order with them. If they were not up to standard, she would teach them how to make cotton cores.

He replied to his sister and told her that he missed her too, asked her to study hard and bring her delicious food when he got home.

Cheng Yong also sent a message saying that they tested the base station coverage in the afternoon.

It was found that the signal was poor in some places in the city, such as department stores, radio stations, and near military sub-districts, and sometimes part of the information was lost.

The signal is very good away from these places, and the base station coverage range is about 15 kilometers.

Wang Jiankun replied that he must not use the text machine near the military sub-district in the future, as there are other electromagnetic radiations near high-rise buildings and radio stations or they may be shielded by the steel cages of the buildings. This is a test machine and these are not taken into consideration.

Cheng Yong replied immediately after receiving the message, saying that he would not use it in those places in the future and would just keep the text machine where it was normally placed.

Wang Jiankun asked about the information of the truck again, and Cheng Yong said that he had already found out that a factory had three trucks to sell.

He has already used his connections to buy the cars. When the time comes, he will keep one for himself and give two to Wang Jiankun. The payment for the cars will be directly deducted from the payment for the lighters.

Wang Jiankun was very happy and told him to go ahead and expand the market with peace of mind. He handed over all the provinces south of the Yangtze River to him and only shipped goods to him.

Cheng Yong expressed his gratitude and said that this made him feel relieved and he would do his best to expand the market and increase sales.

After putting away the text machine, Wang Jiankun washed up and listened to ABC radio for a while. He went to bed after the news was over.

(End of this chapter)