Technology: Starting from selling mobile phones

Chapter 49 Father
Summer in July is already very hot.

Just after ten o'clock in the morning, the shops in Tuanjie Town had turned on the air conditioners, and they were hiding in their houses to enjoy the coolness of summer.

in the vegetable market.

A young boy with the appearance of a high school student stood in front of the vegetable stall and yelled, looking a little out of place.

"The last few bundles of cowpeas were sold at a cheap price. They were all grown at home!"

"Sister, why don't you buy some cowpeas?"

The boy selling vegetables is Zhang Zhiqiang, a senior high school student who is studying in a key high school in the county.

I went home from school yesterday, and I helped my family carry vegetables to the town to sell early this morning.

Perhaps seeing his student appearance, people gathered around the vegetable stall, and soon, the last few vegetables were bought.

Zhang Zhiqiang breathed a sigh of relief.

After a while, he quickly put away the plastic film from the stall on the ground and put it back in his backpack.
Tomorrow morning, he will carry vegetables to the town to sell.

"Zhiqiang, are the vegetables sold out?"

Seeing Zhang Zhiqiang started to clean up the booth, a vendor next to him greeted him.

He and Zhang Zhiqiang are from the same village, and he watched Zhang Zhiqiang grow up.

"Yeah, Uncle Li, it's finally sold out."

Zhang Zhiqiang pulled up his collar and wiped the sweat on his face, then said:
"I'll go back first, and come back tomorrow."

"Okay, go back. You are a child who has been sensible since he was a child. My second child is half as old as you and I will laugh out loud."

Zhang Zhiqiang smiled, and set off home with the strap on his back.

His home is two or three kilometers away from the town. When he walked out of the market town, the empty country road was completely exposed to the scorching sun and there was no shelter.

He was used to this kind of life, squinting his eyes and galloping at a fast pace. After a while, beads of sweat slipped down his neck and soaked his collar.

As he walked, he saw that he was getting closer and closer to home, but he couldn't help feeling a little disturbed.

He will be in his third year of high school next year.

During the holiday yesterday, the teacher specifically asked each student to prepare a tablet computer during the summer vacation so that they can take online classes during the holiday and learn the knowledge of senior high school in advance.

This is not a problem for other students, but for him,

Hundreds of thousands of tablets are an extremely heavy burden.

"Hey."

"It will be the [-]th day of the seventh lunar month soon, and my family will have to hire someone to thresh millet. It's time to spend money."

"I just came back yesterday and heard my father called my third uncle to borrow 2000 yuan. At this time, how dare I ask for money!"

Zhang Zhiqiang sighed helplessly.

He knew very well that his family's conditions were not very good, and it had been very difficult for his frail father to rely on farming for his education these years.

Asking my father for money at this time is tantamount to making things worse.

but……

His eyes gradually dimmed, and he walked home in a daze.

There was no one at home at this time, and his father was working in the fields. He calmed down quietly and started doing housework.

Soon, noon will come.

Old Zhang came back from the field sweating profusely.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Zhang Zhiqiang cooking on the fire, and a happy smile appeared on Lao Zhang's vicissitudes of life.

"Zhiqiang, are you tired of selling vegetables on the street today? When did you come back?"

"Not tired, Dad, I sold it for 42 yuan in the morning, and I will give it to you."

Hearing Lao Zhang's voice, Zhang Zhiqiang walked out of the kitchen, and took out all the money on his body.

Two tickets cost 20 yuan, two tickets cost one yuan.

Lao Zhang took it, and after a while, he took out a 20 yuan card and handed it to Zhang Zhiqiang.

"Zhiqiang, you take it."

Looking at his father's kind face, Zhang Zhiqiang was a little surprised.

But soon, he shook his head, his mood suddenly became a little depressed, and he said in a low voice:

"Dad, no need, you can keep it."

Old Zhang was taken aback for a moment, and immediately noticed Zhang Zhiqiang's strangeness.

After a while, he carefully put the 42 yuan into the bag, then sat down on the bench, looking at Zhang Zhiqiang softly.

"Zhiqiang, you have something on your mind."

Zhang Zhiqiang was silent.

for a long time.

He shook his head.

Lao Zhang sighed softly, his originally calm expression became a little serious.

"Zhiqiang, tell me what's going on."

Zhang Zhiqiang buried his head even lower.

There was a long silence.

Finally, he whispered:

"Dad, I want to buy a tablet."

The voice fell.

This time Lao Zhang was silent.

After a full ten seconds, he asked slowly:
"Is it used for studying?"

"Well... the teacher asked us to prepare a tablet computer, and we will have online classes during the summer vacation."

Lao Zhang lowered his head slightly and glanced at the somewhat tattered ground.

After a while, he stood up from the bench and took another sip of the cold Laoyin tea on the table.

I don’t know how long it took before he came back to his senses and his voice was low.

"Zhiqiang, do you have to buy it?"

Zhang Zhiqiang's heart skipped a beat, like a lightning strike.

Suddenly.

A strong sorrow poured into his heart, his eyes turned red, and he could hear his father's helplessness and hardship.

He didn't dare to look at his father directly, and didn't know how to answer!

No need for him to answer!

Without hesitation, my father's voice sounded again.

"Zhiqiang, how much does a tablet cost?"

Zhang Zhiqiang clenched his fists sadly, tears were about to come out of his eyes.

"dad……"

Lao Zhang suddenly frowned.

He turned around, his back facing Zhiqiang, and his originally deep voice became calmer.

He said lightly:

"Zhiqiang, you eat first, I'll go to town to see."

After all, he picked up his straw hat and hurried away.

Soon.

On the scorching ground, the air became distorted, and from a distance, Lao Zhang's back could be seen vaguely.

……

At one o'clock in the afternoon, Lao Zhang came to the town.

Relying on his past memories, he soon came to the only mobile phone store in town.

When he first entered the door, he was a little overwhelmed by the exquisite mobile phones.

Fortunately, Zhang Wei, the owner of the shop, found him soon.

"Brother, do you want to buy a mobile phone?"

"Let's take a look. There are mobile phones with hundreds of dollars or thousands of dollars."

Zhang Wei's warm greeting made Lao Zhang more restrained.

He asked cautiously:

"Boss, I want to buy a tablet computer, how much will it cost?"

"tablet?"

Zhang Wei was slightly surprised.

He looked at Lao Zhang in front of him, who was obviously dressed as a farmer. Logically speaking... most of these customers would buy mobile phones, and almost none would buy tablets.

"The tablet..."

"Here, there are two styles."

Lao Zhang looked in the direction Zhang Wei was pointing, and saw two exquisite tablet computers placed on the counter.

To be honest, this was the first time he had seen a tablet.

It turns out that this is the tablet.

"The white one is 1200 yuan, and the black one is cheaper, 950 yuan."

Lao Zhang was slightly stunned, and subconsciously touched his pocket.

After a while, he lowered his head slightly and asked with an apologetic smile:

"Boss, is there a cheaper one?"

Zhang Wei saw Lao Zhang's embarrassment.

He kindly reminded:
"Brother, I guess you don't need a tablet at ordinary times."

"May I ask, what are you going to buy it for?"

Lao Zhang sighed softly.

At this moment, another person walked into the small mobile phone store, and he recognized Lao Zhang at a glance.

It turned out to be the branch secretary of the same village.

Party Secretary Ren was surprised.

"Old Zhang, are you buying a new phone?"

Lao Zhang didn't expect to meet the party secretary and smiled awkwardly.

"Secretary, I didn't buy a mobile phone; yesterday Zhiqiang came back and said that the school wanted to buy a tablet computer, so I'll come to town to have a look..."

"Oh, so it is."

Hearing Zhiqiang, Party Secretary Ren had a flash of envy in his eyes.

"Your family's Zhiqiang is really upbeat. He was admitted to the key high school in the county two years ago. I'm afraid he is about to graduate?"

"I heard that his grades won't be a problem to get into a prestigious university. Old Zhang, you're going to enjoy yourself, and you're going to be a college student."

Lao Zhang rarely smiled.

soon.

After chatting for a few words, the party secretary paid the phone bill and left, and the smile on Lao Zhang's face gradually faded.

He turned to look at his boss Zhang Wei, and said apologetically:

"Boss, thank you, I'll look elsewhere."

All the conversation between the two fell into Zhang Wei's ears. When he saw Lao Zhang turning around to leave, he suddenly thought of a tablet computer that had just arrived today - Nietzsche's "Morning Light" tablet.

The purchase price of Nietzsche's "Chenguang" tablet is only 449 yuan, because the first 16 people place an order, and a [-]G memory card is also given away.

"Brother, don't worry."

"A cheaper tablet just arrived today, why don't you take a look?"

Lao Zhang's stepping foot suddenly stopped, and a glint of hope flashed in his eyes.

He turned around and looked at Zhang Wei nervously.

"Boss, how much cheaper can it be?"

Zhang Wei looked deeply at Lao Zhang in front of him again.

From the moment he entered the door, he could see Lao Zhang's restraint, embarrassment and helplessness.

but!
Behind this restraint, embarrassment, and helplessness, he also saw a father who loved deeply.

No matter how hard life is, for the sake of our children, we must still grit our teeth and be satisfied!

This is the deepest paternal love!

Suddenly.

Zhang Wei felt the same, and was moved with compassion.

"Bro, did you buy it for your son? For school?"

"Ah."

"Let's see, I purchased this tablet for 449 yuan, and you give me 450 yuan."

Old Zhang was taken aback for a moment, and hurriedly said:

"Boss, how can this work?"

"You need money to open such a big store."

Zhang Wei took a deep breath.

"It's okay. If you want to thank me, just thank the manufacturer for selling it at a cheap price."

"By the way, I'll give you another 16G memory card, which should be useful."

At the end, Zhang Wei suddenly laughed.

"Let your children study hard, you will be a good father."

At this moment, the clear sky suddenly turned cloudy.

soon.

Black clouds fill the sky, and the unique summer thunderstorms are coming.

Lao Zhang carefully put the brand-new Nietzsche "Morning Light" tablet in a plastic bag, thanked him and prepared to leave.

Just then, it was getting darker.

got windy.

"Brother, it's going to rain heavily soon. Please take shelter from the rain before leaving."

Lao Zhang grinned, took off his shirt, and wrapped the plastic bag containing the "Morning Light" tablet in his clothes.

"fine."

As soon as I walked out of the mobile phone store, it was pouring down with rain.

……

After half an hour.

The food on the table was already completely cold, and Zhang Zhiqiang was a little worried when he saw the sudden thunderstorm outside the house.

But at this time.

A familiar figure appeared in the rainstorm.

He was naked to the waist, hunched slightly and trotted in the rainstorm.

The rain was pouring, and the rain wet my hair and soaked my pants.

but!

No matter how heavy the rain!

That rickety body resisted everything and used both hands to protect the extremely important thing in his arms!

Zhang Zhiqiang's eyes were wet, who was that person in the rain?

It's his father!

I don't know how long it took, but his vision became blurry.

Father's voice appeared in the room.

"Zhiqiang, I bought the tablet you asked for."

"study hard!"

Zhang Zhiqiang wiped away his tears, his father was already drenched.

Taking a look at the brand new tablet on the table, it is still as good as new.

No matter how heavy the rain outside was, it couldn't get it wet at all. There wasn't even a drop of raindrop on the packaging shell!
His fists were clenched and turned white, and he looked at his father blankly.

At last.

His eyes fell on the tablet computer on the table.

Nietzsche, "Morning Light" tablet.

(End of this chapter)