Why do you still need to roll up after being reborn?

The second child waved his hand, "It's just a few dollars, it's really useless."

Grandpa Cheng was the old man who had Alzheimer's disease before. When he saw a repair shop opened near the gate of the community, he came over every day with a radio and asked. The second brother explained several times that it was a computer repair shop, but it was useless, so he finally accepted it. He lost his radio and had it repaired outside.

Since it didn't cost much, Grandpa Cheng didn't ask for any money when he came to get it.

Who would have expected that his daughter would come here specially to send it off.

"How many dollars is it really?"

Aunt Cheng didn't insist on giving it. Living in the same community, sometimes friendship is more important than money.

She put the fruit bag she was carrying on the table, smiled and said to the two of them, "Then I won't be polite to you two. I heard the nanny at home said that several times when my dad went out of the community, it was you who gave him Thank you for stopping me, Aunt Cheng. In this way, our factory will eliminate a batch of computers next month. If you don't mind, you can go over and take a look at it then, and you can bring them over if you want."

You must want it!

The smile on the second child's face was more sincere than before. Thinking about it, this seemed too realistic, so he quickly restrained himself.

"Thank you in advance, Aunt Cheng. I'll write you my phone number."

Because of this shop, the second brother asked Uncle Liu to help find someone to install a landline phone. He also spent 500 yuan to buy a second-hand mobile phone. He originally wanted to give it to Jiang Yan, but Jiang Yan didn't want it.

But now Jiang Yan has to consider getting a mobile phone, so that if the second son receives an order for computer repair at school, he can call him directly, saving time and effort.

Aunt Cheng talked to the two of them for a while, and she felt that these two children were quite interesting. Xiao Tie, the former little bald one, was very talkative, and his simplicity revealed a shrewdness.Xiao Jiang is a student from the Computer Science Department of the nearby Beijing University. He is only eighteen or nineteen years old, but he speaks in a sophisticated and calm manner.

Not long after that, Aunt Cheng walked out of the community and got into a car parked on the roadside.

"Why did it take so long?"

Aunt Cheng smiled and explained the situation to her husband while fastening her seat belt, and finally said, "I think both children are good, but business is not going well now. If your factory eliminates computers later, give them to them too."

"That's no problem, but you can't make much money just by doing this, right? You said one of them is a student from the Computer Science Department of Peking University?"

Aunt Cheng nodded, "Yes, what? Do you have other needs?"

Her husband drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and shook his head, "He's only a freshman, and he hasn't even started formal courses yet, so he probably won't be able to do it."

"That's not necessarily true. Just now I saw that he was very skillful in installing computers. He installed it here and ran the program on the other computer. This skill is no worse than that of the information department of our factory. He has obviously learned it before, and he also Very familiar."

When Aunt Cheng said this, her husband became interested, "I'll go and see it myself one day."

"Okay, if it can be used, you'll give it priority."

After Aunt Cheng left, Jiang Yan saw his second son excited and excited, and suddenly said, "Have you finished the book I brought you before?"

They were two books on computer basics. As soon as he settled down in Kyoto, Jiang Yan went to the bookstore to buy them and brought them over. He didn't need to read them at all. They were mainly for his second son.

There is also the Chinese language and mathematics textbook that Song Jiawen selected for him, but it is still in the bag of books and has not been taken out.

I took out the two basic computer books and put them on the bedside table, but

"Huh? It's almost six o'clock. What do you want to eat tonight? I'll go see what's available."

The second child looked around, dropped the things in his hands and ran upstairs.

Jiang Yan sneered, "You can run away from the monk, but how can you run away from the temple? When you go back during the winter vacation, I'll see how you explain to those old men."

What Grandpa Xu told him before he came was still ringing in his ears, and his answer at that time was also sonorous and powerful, "Don't worry, Grandpa Xu, I will definitely pass the exam next year!"

You will definitely fail the exam!

Young people just don’t know the depth of things. Is this how you brag?

At 08:30 in the evening, Jiang Yan found the boys' building No. 603, [-], based on the dormitory building and room number given by his second son.

The door was open, and the boys' jokes and teasing came from inside——

"Jing Junyang, you've studied computer science for three years and you can't even solve such a small problem?"

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"Fart, I didn't pass the exam."

"Didn't fail the exam? It's amazing."

Before he entered, Jiang Yan smelled a sour smell at the door, which was obviously coming from his sweaty sneakers.

Because of Song Jiawen's dog nose, he now pays more attention to the hygiene of himself and the dormitory. In the dormitory, anyone whose shoes smell bad will be thrown on the balcony. Don't bring them in unless they are brushed. If they are left on the balcony for more than three days, they will be thrown out. Throw it away.

So even during the month of military training, their two pairs of yellow rubber shoes had to be washed every three or four days.

Liu Wenhu dared not say anything about this.

Jiang Yan stood at the door and knocked several times. The three boys inside turned their heads.

"Who wants to repair a computer? I am the owner of Xinyu Computer Repair Shop."

One of the boys sitting in front of the computer looked at him for a moment, then his eyes suddenly lit up, "Is that you?"

Jiang Yan looked at him and recognized that Brother Hua, who was squatting downstairs in the girls' dormitory with him that day, was the senior who gave him the Chinese cigarette but not the fire.

"Hello."

Jiang Yan greeted him politely.

Jing Junyang looked surprised and said, "Aren't you a student of Beijing University? How did you become the owner of a repair shop?"

"Part-time job, whose computer is broken?"

"My, my, here, take a look. Jing Junyang, get up and get down."

Jiang Yan was warmly welcomed to the computer and sat down on the chair where Jing Junyang was sitting just now. "This computer was very expensive when I bought it, but after only half a year of use, it buzzed when I turned it on. It took a long time to start, and it was still old after it was finished." Automatically shut down. Can you tell me what's going on?"

Jing Junyang stood by and asked, "Brother, which department are you from?"

"Computer, Jiang Yan. Just wait a moment. Let's talk after I solve his problem."

"Jing Junyang, don't delay others from doing their business."

Jing Junyang shut his mouth, but he was wondering, is it from the computer?Are you in the same relationship as me?Why haven't you seen it?

Twenty minutes later, Jiang Yan reassembled the disassembled host, plugged in all the power and network cables, and called the computer owner, "Turn it on."

The other party pressed the power button, and the computer started quietly. Within ten seconds, the display screen showed that the computer had started successfully.

"Holy shit! So fast? This starts up faster than when I first bought it."

The boy was very pleasantly surprised, and then he opened several websites and Penguin accounts. They ran normally and there were no problems at all.

Jing Junyang watched from the side, touched the mouse and tried it, and was amazed in the end.

Just now he wanted to help repair it, but he couldn't do anything after tinkering for a long time.

"Okay, brother, how older are you? A senior? It doesn't look like it. You shouldn't be older than me."

Jiang Yan smiled slightly, "I'm a freshman."

see you tomorrow!