After a while, Lin Guangwei came over with a lead pot, and there were three bowls on the top of the lead pot, and chopsticks were held between his fingers.

"I have to eat it, and there is no pork at home. I have opened a can of meat fried canned meat and eat it as you please." Lin Guangwei put the lead pot on the table and said.

“Military canned food?”

"Yes, I bought three cans last time I saw someone selling it." Lin Guangwei opened the lid of the pot and used chopsticks to pick the noodles outside.

"Is it expired?"

"No, it's still a few days. It's produced in 1982 and has a shelf life of 24 months. Don't panic. I have prepared 702 at home. I'll eat one or two pieces when I'm hungry."

"702 compressed biscuits? I know people who have a way to the army. Our army has no large-scale rations. They were all assisted to the monkeys in the past."

"I met one, and I gave it to me to try something fresh, but it was not delicious."

"Isn't that normal? Military rations, you still expect the taste to be good." Nan Yi took the bowl, picked up a chopstick, smelled it and picked another piece of meat and tasted it. There was no strange smell, so he handed the other bowl to Nan Ruoyan.

Lin Guangwei pulled a few mouthfuls and asked, "What do you want to say, you can say it."

Nan Yi pushed the file bag to Lin Guangwei and said, "There are technical information on the Walkman. If you can't understand it yourself, find someone who can understand it for you. When it comes to some patented technologies, you can go around it if you can go around it, and if you can't go around, you can go back. The Japanese will not choose to sue, they will only watch coldly."

"Leave the Walkman technology to me?" Lin Guangwei said in surprise: "Do you want me to produce a Walkman?"

"Don't want it? Don't give it back to me." Nan Yi said playfully.

"Yes, of course, this is a golden lump. If you don't want me, am I a fool?" Lin Guangwei couldn't help but pull the file out of the file bag, looked at the two pages and threw it aside, "I can't understand anything except the structural diagram."

"It's not difficult. You can understand it by finding an electronics graduate. There is no high-level technology in it. It can be designed and produced with the domestic technical level, but the production line must be imported from abroad."

Nan Yi said, snatched a few mouthfuls and continued, "Look at the last two pages, there are a few design drawings on it."

When Lin Guangwei heard this, he quickly picked up the information and turned to the last two pages, "Pager? No, I can do this?"

"What do you think? It's an electronic watch. If you want to do a walkman, the plastic machine that produces shells can be modified to make the pager shells, and you can produce electronic watches with pager appearance. Think about it, is the pager electronic watch easy to sell, and what price can it be sold?"

Lin Guangwei said excitedly: "It's easy to sell, it's definitely easy to sell. Although few people use pagers, there are already many people who know about them. If you can't use pagers, you can show off your pager electronic watch first.

Oh, why didn’t I think of such a good idea? College students are college students, and their brains are sharp, tsk.

Alas, it's just a pity, why isn't it a real pager?"

"What kind of dreams do you have in broad daylight? I tell you that the pager technology is not very advanced, and it is not difficult to imitate it, but the patent cannot be avoided at all. Whether it is Bell or Motorola, they are difficult characters. Besides, you don't know much about technology. You should just stop making pager."

"Okay, I know I can't do it, can't dream?" Lin Guangwei muttered and asked, "Are you planning to partner with me in the Walkman business?"

"If you can do it alone, you can do it yourself. I will collect 300,000 yuan for this information, and give me 500,000 yuan for the electronic watch. If you can't do it, you can ask for as much as you lack. You can invest and borrow money.

This business is not a big business to me, and it doesn’t matter whether it is done or not. You don’t have to ignore it. If you can do it yourself, you don’t have to work with me.”

"How much does this business need to be invested in?" Lin Guangwei thought for a while and asked.

"If there are about two hundred people, you can move. There are about five or six hundred in total. Is there any difficulty?"

"It's not too difficult to make money. I've got one hundred, sixty or seventy yuan by myself. I can get another one after I put out the factory. Now the business of curling hair is OK and can be sold at a good price. Acquaintances, the bank thinks about a solution, I can get five hundred yuan."

"Then you don't have to raise money first, and the factory is not in a hurry to sell it. You can make a fortune on the electronic watch first, and then go to the Walkman project. Take your time. I haven't heard of anyone in China who is making a Walkman idea."

"This is the best, I don't have to be pitiful." Lin Guangwei said, revealing a hint of embarrassment, "Then I'm embarrassed about this business."

"Okay, I've told you all, this business is useless to me." Nan Yi waved his hand and said, "300,000, you have to give me the other 500,000 as soon as possible, and then talk about the other 500,000 when you make money."

"Okay, when will you leave? If you don't leave today, I will get it all for you tonight."

"Then you don't have to be so anxious. I plan to buy a few houses in Yangcheng. I'll ask you for this matter. Where is the house in Yangcheng? You know better than me. If you buy the one you have picked up, you will spend 300,000 yuan."

"It's nothing for me to buy a house for you, but if you are not here, how can you transfer the property?"

"It's okay, whoever you and me will follow, just transfer the account to your name first. I'll have someone to handle the handover with you later."

"That's fine. The housing prices in Yangcheng have risen a lot in the past two years, and the expensive ones are sold for four or five hundred mosquitoes. I think there is a problem with the housing prices. It's so expensive. A few people can afford it. Sooner or later, it will fall. If you are ready to wait for the appreciation, don't blame me if you lose."

"Breaking nonsense, do you think your brain is better than me or what? I told you that the house price will not drop even if you die. Well, after saying this, you are not old. Forget it, in short, let's tell you this, if you have free money, buy a few houses and put them in, you won't lose money."

"Really?" Lin Guangwei said half-believingly.

"I have to beg you if you believe it or not, I have to beg you if I make you rich, right?"

"I believe in it, of course I believe in you. I have to wait until I have free money, I will buy more than a dozen sets to stock up."

Lin Guangwei's tone was obviously disbelief, and Nan Yi no longer explained. He listened if he wanted to listen. Even if he didn't listen, it would be boring if he didn't drink water and forced his head.

He lowered his head and scattered the remaining instant noodles, and Nan Yi pushed the bowl aside.

"Will the clan be at home?"

"It shouldn't be here. It opens early in the morning and will close the stalls until 8 o'clock in the evening. It's all year round. The small business is doing beautifully and I won't wait for a day."

"Can you earn 180 per day?"

"It's more than 18, it's no problem for 300 a day. Her soy sauce chicken business is good and she's about to get a new stall."

"It's great, just live a good life. It seems that the old people from the educated youth site lived a good life."

"Everything is OK. Except for Zhao Hongzhuang, I have contact with you. They all live a good life. By the way, Lai Jihua has lived a miserable life. This despicable boy has borrowed a lot of money to go out and cannot take it back. The big water throat behind him needs to be dealt with.

A few days ago, I went to my factory to find me and wanted to ask me if I borrowed money to settle the accounts. I couldn't hide my face and gave him thousands of mosquitoes on my body, and I didn't expect him to pay it back."

"Oh, let's not talk about his affairs. I don't care whether he is dead or alive. Where is Jiang Biyun? Have you ever met?"

"I have seen her twice, once at the end of last year, once in March this year, and once in the same mood as she looks better. When I met her this year, my face was flushed. I heard that I had found a boyfriend who worked in the provincial party committee."

"I know, her boyfriend is my college classmate."

"That's a coincidence. Who will you go to when they get married?"

"This is not easy to solve. Liu Zhen and I will fight each other." Nan Yi took out his handkerchief and wiped Nan Ruoyan's mouth, wiped her fingers, then folded it, wiped his own hands, and then folded it and stuffed it back into his pocket. "I'm very tight today, so I won't sit more. There are two phone numbers on the 17th picture in the information. If there are any difficulties in the Walkman project, you can call and ask."

"I'll leave now, don't you sit for a while?"

"Okay, don't be hypocritical and polite, let's shine." Nan Yi said, then took Nan Ruoyan's hand, stood up from his seat, "Let's go and take us out of the street."

"I'm so fucked up, get out of here, I'm going to sleep for a while."

"Sleep, you will be a turtle son to death." Nan Yi spat and walked straight to the phone, "Isn't the phone a decoration?"

"Can you fight, where can you fight?"

"Nonsense, let's take a look."

"Big man, it's amazing to pick up the car and take it away." Lin Guangwei teased.

"It's good to know, remember to flatter me next time."

Nan Yi picked up the phone and started turning the dial.

...

Soon, Nan Yi and Nan Ruoyan were sitting on the plane to the capital. Nan Ruoyan was wearing a mask to block the storm of smoke. Nan Yi complained there: "Is there a public morality? Is it a waste of cigarettes in public places?"

People, butt determines thoughts. Nan Yi has deliberately ignored that he was once a member of the smoking crowd on the plane. Just like dog lovers who see dogs peeing in the park will find it cute, while those who don’t like dogs will want to kill the dog.

Similarly, when Nan Yi stopped smoking, he should stand in the same camp as smokers. When he saw someone smoking in public, he would criticize him. Even if he saw the words smoking in books, he would stand on the moral high ground and whip the immorals who wrote the article with a whip.

Rebellion, heresy, scum, garbage, no matter how bad the words are, they must be thrown on the faces of immorals, and they must be nailed to the pillar of shame.

"Wow, Dad, look, is this stupid guy the great grandfather?" Nan Ruoyan, who was looking at the magazine "Novelist", suddenly pointed to the page and shouted.

Nan Yi turned his head and glanced at it, and saw the two big characters "Divine Whip" on the top of the page. Nan Yi smiled knowingly and said, "Don't talk nonsense. The joke was made by his father. In the Qing Dynasty, many words were made of the money rat tail on his head.

As for the purpose, my father was not very clear about it. It might be for the Qing Dynasty or to avoid being sealed. After all, the person who wrote the script also had to have a meal.

If you are interested in that period of history, you can check the information of the Yan of the Tang Dynasty and see what happened in the martial arts world in the late Qing Dynasty. However, just read it. Just use the martial arts story, don’t take it seriously.”

"Well, why? Didn't there be a real martial arts world before?"

"I don't know, my father has never experienced that era, and what he knows is hearsay. Whether it is the burning of books and burying scholars in the Qin Dynasty, or the literary inquisition that lasted for 250 years from Shunzhi in the Qing Dynasty, it all shows that the contents we later generations saw in books have been deleted and modified, and even tampered with black and white. Whether it is true or false is difficult to distinguish."

"Can't official history be believed?"

"It's hard to say, let's look dialectically with a suspicion of everything. Do the historians know two things?"

"I know, one is to follow the emperor and record the emperor's words and deeds and government gains and losses. The emperor cannot read these records; the other is to specifically compile the history of previous dynasties." Nan Ruoyan nodded and said.
Chapter completed!