Yang Zhenguo also directly took out the radio ticket from his pocket.
"I have tickets."
"I'll buy it!" The old man was stunned for a moment before his eyes lit up. He wished he could snatch it directly.
"Not for sale." Yang Zhenguo's words almost made the old man's nose crooked.
"Young man, you don't sell radio tickets. You're taking it out for me to see again. You're making fun of my old man, right?”
"Sir, I haven't finished speaking yet." Yang Zhenguo explained with a smile. Radio tickets are not for sale, but you can bring your sewing ticket over to exchange with us.”
The old man was in a dilemma. He spread out his hands."Young man, I don't have a ticket for a sewing machine.”
Without a ticket, Yang Zhenguo could only apologize and continue to wait for his next home.
"Young man, do you want to buy a sewing machine?”The old man did not give up and pestered her again.
"Yes, I want to buy a sewing machine."
This wasn't nonsense. If he wanted to exchange for a sewing plane ticket, he would definitely have to buy a sewing machine.
Of course, Yang Zhenguo was not annoyed. His attitude was still very good and he was smiling.
Because sewing tickets were hard to come by, it was not easy to get one.
Yang Zhenguo was mentally prepared.
"Young man, I have a sewing machine at home. I just bought it last year! It's from the Yan brand!" The old man said firmly.
"Young man, this sewing machine cost 127 yuan when I bought it. Give me the radio ticket and the sewing machine is yours.”
It seemed that the old man really wanted a radio, to the point that he had gone mad.
But Yang Zhenguo didn't take advantage of him.
"Sir. How about this, I'll buy this radio and exchange it with you.”A radio ticket was required to buy a desk radio, and it cost 95 yuan.
A sewing machine from the Yan brand required a sewing ticket and an additional 127 yuan.
Yang Zhenguo had the upper hand.
However, the old man had bought the sewing machine last year, so it was about the same after accounting for the depreciations.
No one was at a disadvantage.
What he needed was the good stuff.
Yang Zhenguo needed a sewing machine, and the old man needed a radio.
It was that simple. The two of them hit it off.
Yang Zhenguo took out some money and bought a radio.
The old man was a man of principle. He let Yang Zhenguo hold the radio.
What the old man meant was that before Yang Zhenguo got the sewing machine, this desktop radio still belonged to Yang Zhenguo.
He was a particular person.
"Brother Zhenguo, why did you buy a radio?”Zheng Juan had been waiting at the entrance of the state-owned mall with her brother.
Zheng Juan saw Yang Zhenguo coming out with a radio in his arms.
However, Zheng Juan wouldn't say that Yang Zhenguo was wasting money.
She felt that as long as Yang Zhenguo made a decision, it was reasonable. This was not because Zheng Juan was brainless, but because she had been with Yang Zhenguo for a year and agreed with Yang Zhenguo's character and way of doing things.
Zheng Juan was a smart and kind treasure girl.
Yang Zhenguo had also decided that he would not let her down in this life.
Since he wanted to be her god, he had to protect her, give her warmth, give her peace, give her happiness, and promise her that she would never let him down in her life!
"Juan 'er, you can say that she's mine, but you can also say that she's not. Let's send this old man home first." Yang Zhenguo didn't say it explicitly. He wanted to give Zheng Juan a little surprise.
The old man's house was not far from Qianmen Street. It was also a large courtyard. There were about twenty families living there.
Yang Zhenguo was holding the radio while Zheng Juan was holding her brother Zheng Guangming's hand.
The old man led the way.
Along the way, Yang Zhenguo knew that the old man was called Lu Shiqing, a worker.
His wife had passed away last year, and his youngest son had just gone to the countryside to cut the queue in the northeast a few days ago.
The reason why Lu Shiqing wanted to buy a radio was because he was worried about his youngest son, Lu Jianshe, who had gone to the countryside to cut the queue.
He wanted to hear about the place where his youngest son cut the queue on the radio so that he could feel more at ease.
Yang Zhenguo was somewhat silent.
So that was the case.
Poor parents all over the world.
When they arrived at Lu Shiqing's house, there were two rooms. There was a sewing machine in the room, covered with a cloth.
Lu Shiqing took off the cloth cover covering it. The black nose and the yellow solid wood countertop were spotless.
It could be seen that the owner was very concerned about the safekeeping of the sewing machine.
"My eldest son bought this for his wife. Unfortunately, they're all gone.”
Lu Shiqing sighed, his turbid eyes slightly moist.
Yang Zhenguo couldn't bear to see this either. He didn't know how to persuade Lu Shiqing.
Fortunately, Lu Shiqing was still very open-minded.
He wiped his eyes and asked Yang Zhenguo to bring out the sewing machine.
Then, she gave the needle, thread, and engine oil to Yang Zhenguo.
Before he left, Lu Shiqing took out a half-finished military coat.
"Zhenguo, my wife was going to make this dress for her youngest son, but she can't make it now. I'll give it to you. If you can find a tailor to make it, wear it.”
Yang Zhenguo wanted to decline, but Lu Shiqing's eyes were eager for him to accept it.
Therefore, Yang Zhenguo didn't argue and accepted it.
Before he left, he left ten yuan on Lu Shiqing's table.
Yang Zhenguo carried the sewing machine and walked out of the courtyard. Zheng Juan, who was waiting outside, was so surprised that her mouth was wide open!
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