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At daybreak, Zhang Yuan was waiting at the gate of the subdistrict office, chatting and bragging with the doorman until Director Wang arrived at work on his bicycle, and then they ended the conversation.

"Director Wang, good morning!"

"Good morning, Zhang Yuan. You're here very early."

"Yes, I want to get the key as early as possible and start work as early as possible."

"Okay, come in with me and I'll help you get all the materials."

"Thank you, Director Wang."

After a morning, Zhang Yuan quickly obtained the business license and the keys to the repair stall issued by the street office.

After saying goodbye to Director Wang, Zhang Yuan rode his self-assembled bicycle and found the repair stall according to the address on the paper. It was at the junction of Nanluoguxiang and another alley. Although it was called a repair stall, it was actually a corner with a recessed side, surrounded by a few wooden boards and the top was also covered with wooden boards. After Zhang Yuan opened the lock with the key, a musty smell hit his nose.

"It's been a long time since the door was opened."

With the help of the light, Zhang Yuan looked around the repair stall. The parts inside were neatly arranged. It seemed that the original owner was very attentive and loved this job very much.

"Wow, the door is finally open! Is Master Liu here? Come and have a look at my bicycle. The rear brake has not been working properly for several days. I'm finally waiting for you to open the door."

At this time, a woman's voice was heard outside. People thought it was the former Master Liu who came back to open the shop for business, and they didn't realize that they had recognized the wrong person.

"Hello, comrade, Master Liu has retired and I'm the one working here now." Zhang Yuan said with a smile.

"Oh, sorry, I thought you were Master Liu. I'm really sorry." The woman realized that she had recognized the wrong person and quickly apologized.

"It's okay. I just heard you say that the rear wheel brakes were not working properly, right?" Zhang Yuan asked while looking for tools.

"Yes."

After Zhang Yuan found the tools, he stood up and walked out. He saw the woman wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and gray trousers. She had a pretty face and looked a little flustered, as if she was still blaming herself for recognizing the wrong person just now.

Zhang Yuan took a quick check and found that the wire was loose, so he retightened it. He then asked the woman to ride for a while to see if the brake handle was tight enough, and then made minor adjustments based on her description.

"It's all right, thank you, sir. How much is it?"

"Just give me 2 cents."

"Okay, here you go."

After Zhang Yuan took the money and turned around, the woman had already ridden away on her bike.

In the next few days, more and more people came with their cars to be repaired. Because Zhang Yuan’s price was not expensive and his repair skills were good, he soon gained a good reputation in the area.

After the first few days, Zhang Yuan returned to his retired life, sitting in the repair stall and reading every day. Occasionally, a customer came to inflate his tire, and Zhang Yuan simply let the customer do it themselves and did not charge him, as long as they did not disturb him from reading.

Over time, the surrounding residents also got to know the temperament of the new master, a young man who loved reading and studying.

Until one day, the woman who had repaired the car before came to Zhang Yuan in a hurry.

"Master Zhang, I have something to ask you?"

"You say." Zhang Yuan was reading a book intently and said without raising his head.

"Can you repair a radio?" the woman asked carefully, trying to get an answer from the exam.

"Radio?" At this time, Zhang Yuan looked up from the book.

"Yes, this one." The woman took it from the rear rack of the car.

Zhang Yuan picked it up to check. It was a Red Star 505-1 radio. Zhang Yuan tried to turn it on and found some noise and murmurs. After obtaining the woman's consent, Zhang Yuan began to disassemble it for inspection. After testing, he found that the problem was with the electron tube.

"It's a problem with the electron tube, but I don't have any replacement parts here at the moment. I'm afraid you'll have to wait a day or two."

"Really? That's great." Upon hearing that it could be repaired, the woman breathed a sigh of relief, her face filled with joy, and she quickly thanked Zhang Yuan.

"Don't be in a hurry to thank me. Wait until it's fixed." Zhang Yuan waved his hand and said.

"Okay, I'll leave the radio here with you. I'll come get it in two days."

"no problem."

Seeing that the woman trusted him so much, Zhang Yuan promised to fix it for her.

Seeing that there was no business in the afternoon, Zhang Yuan closed the shop and rode his bike to the store to see if there were any spare parts for sale.

Unfortunately, the stores did not sell them, and they were not allowed to sell them, for fear of being used by enemy spies. Generally, these accessories were under control, so if the radio was damaged, it could only be repaired at designated repair points. These points were registered with the Public Security Bureau, and the repairmen there had to pass political review before they could take up their posts. Otherwise, these spare parts would be lost outside and easily assembled into transmitters or eavesdroppers.

Zhang Yuan was like a blind fly, not knowing what to do. Suddenly, he thought of a place. It was really like a leaf blocking the view of the mountain. How could he have forgotten that place?

Zhang Yuan immediately ran to the scrap yard, and it was the same security guard who came back. After seeing Zhang Yuan, he greeted him happily. Zhang Yuan quickly took out a pack of cigarettes and gave him one.

"Why do you think of this place today?"

"Hey, aren't you thinking of finding some treasures here?"

"Go in, you know the rules."

"Thank you, sir."

Zhang Yuan deliberately left half a pack of cigarettes and then pushed his bicycle in.

"This kid is still so smart."

After chatting with the old man for a while, Zhang Yuan learned that the previous webmaster had been transferred through connections because Zhang Yuan resigned. He couldn't get any benefits and had to leave in disgrace.

Zhang Yuan said hello to his former colleagues and then went into the warehouse. This time, in addition to looking for parts for electron tubes, he also wanted to get himself a radio to kill some time.

Later, Zhang Yuan found a radio in good condition, but the speaker inside was faulty and there was also a problem with the electron tube. Zhang Yuan removed the matching electron tube and speaker from another radio and left.

Afterwards, he spent 6 yuan at the accountant's office and took the receipt to the stationmaster to get his stamp. After going through all the procedures, Zhang Yuan finally had a radio, and now he had collected two of the three-turn and one-ring items.

When Zhang Yuan was about to leave, the stationmaster, who had been silent until now, called him.

It turned out that the stationmaster also knew about Zhang Yuan. He had no intention of looking for Zhang Yuan, but he had no choice but to stop him in a panic when Zhang Yuan was about to leave.

"Hello, Station Master! What can I do for you?"

"I need your help with something."

"Oh, what is it?"

"I just want your help in fixing the refrigerator."

"Stationmaster, you think too highly of me. How can I possibly repair a refrigerator? I have never even touched one."

"Are you sure you can't fix it?"

"Really? You know refrigerators are so rare. How can I understand their structure?"

Seeing that Zhang Yuan didn't seem like the kind of person who would lie, the stationmaster had no choice but to let him go.