Era: Starting with the struggle to refuse being taken advantage of

Chapter 41 Big Business

Upon seeing this, Wang Chengpeng frowned and began to speculate about the possible perpetrators.

Was it Zhuang Xian, Ji Yongyue, or someone else who had been here before?

In this era without surveillance, uncovering the truth is no easy task.

After a careful inspection, there were no signs that the electric fan had been tampered with.

Most importantly, the anti-tamper stickers that Wang Chengpeng specifically left showed no signs of being tampered with.

Seeing this, Wang Chengpeng breathed a slight sigh of relief. It seemed that the person who knew about newspapers was simply curious and had no ill intentions.

However, this time the other party was only acting out of curiosity, but next time it might be different.

Wang Chengpeng secretly thought that he should be more careful in the future and try not to let things out of his sight.

After all, this is something I brought myself, and if something really goes wrong, I'll be unable to defend myself.

Since the electric fan hadn't been touched, Wang Chengpeng wasn't afraid to try. A repairman who lacks confidence in his skills isn't a good repairman.

Moreover, circuits in this era have fuses, so if a problem occurs, it's just a matter of a fuse blowing.

With that in mind, Wang Chengpeng plugged in the electric fan and pressed the first speed setting.

With a creaking sound as the fan blades swayed, the long-dormant electric fan finally started working again.

Before long, a breeze, driven by the fan blades, blew towards Wang Chengpeng, bringing a refreshing coolness.

I can't imagine how comfortable it would be to have an electric fan like this in the hot summer.

I tried another setting, and the fan worked perfectly.

The motor is a bit old and noisy; applying some yellow engine oil might improve the situation.

Just then, Ji Yongyue finished his work and looked over at Wang Chengpeng, saying with great surprise:

"You actually fixed this electric fan?"

"Didn't you say you don't know how to fix electric fans, and you're just taking it home to study it a little?"

"You've only been researching this for a few days, and you've already completely figured it out?"

Ji Yongyue looked at Wang Chengpeng's expression as if he were a treasure trove waiting to be explored, and every time he dug a little deeper, it was a huge surprise.

A multitude of ideas immediately formed in his mind, waiting for him to put them into practice. If an electric fan could do it, did that mean a sewing machine could do it too, a refrigerator could do it too, and so on?

Although he knew his performance was somewhat extraordinary, this was exactly what Wang Chengpeng wanted to achieve.

If he hides his abilities and proceeds step by step, when will he be able to lead his family to a good life?
Let alone individual businesses, there are very few private enterprises nowadays, which means that Wang Chengpeng can't expect to make a lot of money on his own.

Making money through the college entrance examination is a feasible plan, but before the country officially announces the resumption of the college entrance examination, Wang Chengpeng's grand plan is like a skilled cook without rice to cook.

In this situation, he must demonstrate his strong repair skills to have any chance of changing his family's fate.

Thinking this, Wang Chengpeng calmly said, "I was lucky."

“I happened to have some similar books at home, and after comparing the two, I found that this electric fan actually didn’t have any major problems.”

"I followed the instructions in the book and spent two or three days tinkering with it before I could barely fix the electric fan."

"However, it seems that the electric fan has not been completely repaired. It can turn, but it is a bit noisy and the airflow is not as strong as a new electric fan."

"It's also possible that the repair department was too lazy to fix the fan, which is why they didn't." Looking at Wang Chengpeng, who was talking so confidently, Ji Yongyue was unsure whether he was being modest or just had a lucky break.

Shaking his head slightly, Ji Yongyue realized that he was overthinking things.

Whether it's a black cat, a white cat, or even a blind cat, a good cat is one that can catch mice for you.

Anyway, Wang Chengpeng's policy is to repair first and then pay.

If you can fix it, you pay for it yourself; if you can't fix it, the other party returns the item, and you're guaranteed to make a profit.

These electric fans that can still rotate basically only have a few minor problems left, which can be fixed for a few cents at any state-run repair shop.

By reselling it, one can at least make a profit of thirty yuan.

Thinking this, Ji Yongyue said, "Brother Wang is really lucky. He managed to fix the electric fan even by tinkering around."

"Regardless of the process, the result is that you fixed the electric fan. Since that's the case, I'll give you fifteen yuan as a reward."

"There are some electric fans here. You can take a look at them too. If you can fix them, you'll get paid. If you can't, consider it practice for Brother Wang. Please don't refuse, Brother Wang."

Wang Chengpeng would never refuse a money-making opportunity, especially since the reward offered by Ji Yongyue was so generous that he couldn't bring himself to refuse.

He immediately agreed, saying, "As long as Brother Ji doesn't mind that I might ruin your good stuff, I can take it back and study it."

"If I get lucky and manage to fix another one, I can earn a dozen yuan or so. It's a sure thing."

Seeing that Wang Chengpeng was giving him the runaround, Ji Yongyue didn't press the matter. Instead, he asked pointedly about the truck parked outside, saying:

"Did you see that truck outside?"

"Aren't you curious why such a big truck can come to our small scrap metal collection station?"

Having glanced at the cargo on the truck, Wang Chengpeng already knew what was going on, but he still pretended to be clueless and said:
"Isn't it easy to understand why a scrap metal recycling station has trucks?"

"Otherwise, how would so many scraps be transported to the mall for recycling?"

Too lazy to engage in a war of words with that little fox Wang Chengpeng, Ji Yongyue went straight to the point:
"That truck represents a big business; it's up to you whether you can handle it."

"Hetian Town isn't a big place. Even if there are similar scraps occasionally, the quantity can't be large enough to give full play to your talents."

"Fortunately, I have some skills and can get some abandoned radios from the nearby area."

"see it?"

"That big truck outside is mostly loaded with radios. If we could repair them all, the profits would be enormous."

"Still the same price as before, five yuan to repair a radio."

"Once you take this money, you have no right to interfere in the rest of the matter."

"We may be working together for a long time in the future, so please bring up any opinions you may have as soon as possible."

"Let me make this clear from the outset: once the price is set, it will never be changed unless something major happens."

"If you have any objections, you can raise them now. If you bring up the price again later, we won't even be brothers anymore."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Yongyue's eyes sharpened instantly. This station chief, who usually seemed very easy to talk to, suddenly appeared somewhat aggressive.

(End of this chapter)