The Story of a Plane Merchant Selling a House

My mother grumbled, "It's still too cold. It will be better when we come back in a month."

Tutu said nonchalantly, "Come back and clean up. We still have more than a month to keep the heating on."

It was white outside, and the snow was about a palm thick.

Mom took a taxi back directly. The luggage was at Tutu's place, so Tutu went to see the machine with Dad first.

The machine was actually placed in the warehouse of an old state-owned machinery factory. Tutu was very familiar with this place. When he was a child, he threw firecrackers at the door of the warehouse and was dragged by the security chief by the ear to find his father.

Tutu still remembers it clearly. After all, mixed doubles is not that easy to forget.

My dad's friend led them around and around to a corner. The uncle was very thick.

"We cleaned it and maintained it with engine oil. It's still usable, but it consumes too much electricity. I can get more money from disposing of it than from selling it as scrap metal, but I just can't bear to scrap it."

Tutu looked at the pile of machines built around him and asked, "Uncle, what are the other machines?"

The uncle handed my dad a flashlight and asked him to look carefully. "Those are old machines from the silk factory. They have been here for several years. I don't know if they can still be operated. To the south are a few old boring machines and lathes and canning machines from the canning factory."

Dad held up a flashlight and looked at the lathe. "It's quite old. The ones over there are made in China in the 1970s. There's really everything here. Maybe the land price of this warehouse has gone up, so they haven't sold it."

The uncle helped to lift the cover and said, "They said they were going to sell it, but we don't know when, so get rid of the machines quickly. If they are left there for a few more years, they will be more expensive than renting a warehouse."

Tutu thought for a while and said, "Uncle, no matter what kind of old machines there are in this warehouse, as long as they are made before the 1980s and can run, we will buy them."

The uncle was a little puzzled, "Old Ba doesn't even want this thing, why did you get it?"

Dad mentioned it, "Do we still have the old blueprints and plotter from the technical department of our machinery factory? Get them if you can."

The uncle thought for a while and said, "There are some. I think there are also drawings of carpet machines and cold heading machines, and some other drawings. But the old factory manager has all of them. He is the most nostalgic. I will borrow a printing machine and go to the old factory manager to get you a copy."

Tutu said that it was used as a prop for filming, and it couldn’t be too recent.

The uncle suddenly realized Tutu's way. "It's not easy to have this way. I maintain those boring machines myself, and I also have a cold heading machine.

As for the silk factory's machines, I'll contact the silk factory's bankruptcy liquidation team and ask them to send someone to maintain the machines. The price won't be too expensive. If it's too expensive, we can contact the canning factory. They also have a full set of old machines, but I don't know if they are from the 1980s."

Tutu agreed, and the uncle started contacting them right away. Unexpectedly, in less than half an hour, people from the silk factory arrived.

Tutu was surprised, and the uncle explained, "Several people in the bankruptcy team are still waiting for this money to be paid."

Of the eight people who came, only two were not wearing work clothes. They came over to discuss the price with Tutu. The other six people, wearing work clothes, were busy maintaining the machine and pulling wires to start it up. The six people started up the whole set of machines. Tutu suggested finding a factory to assemble the whole set of machines and put them into formal operation.

The two people from the silk factory were very enthusiastic. "We have maintained the machines over the years. Old machines are very durable. We will assemble them all this afternoon and find a few old workers in the factory to run the whole set for you to see. If you are not satisfied, we have a set of original books from the 1990s in our workshop. That will definitely work. If you want a domestically made one from the new millennium, we also have that. You can choose any one. Our prices are cheap."

Tutu smiled and didn't answer, just wanted to see if he could run first.

In the afternoon, I saw more than twenty gray-haired workers running the old machine.

From reeling to weaving silk, this roaring old machine really works.

Tutu was satisfied and signaled that they could stop. The two people in charge surrounded Dad and tried to please him. Tutu quietly walked to an old worker who was packing up and preparing to leave, "Aunt, we are here to take on a part-time job."

The aunt quietly put away the five hundred yuan that Tutu stuffed in her pocket and said, "We have been retired for ten years. I didn't expect to be able to come and see these old machines. The factory director went to the silk factory family quarters to invite us here. Each of us was given eighty yuan."

Tutu gestured and said, "Is there anything wrong with the silk woven by the machine? Please take a look."

The aunt looked around and said, "Come with me to Engineer Song's house and let Engineer Song take a look. Even if there is something wrong, he can fix it for you."

Tutu also bought some fruits and milk on the roadside and went to the house with his aunt.

Mr. Song was a gray-haired old man who was dismantling a TV at home. Tutu explained his purpose, took out five thousand in cash, and asked him to go and take a look at the machine.

Tutu called his father and asked him to clear out the people on site, saying that he wanted the technicians he had hired to take a look himself.

The person in charge agreed. Engineer Song checked and explained at the same time, but Tutu didn't understand anything, so Engineer Song just talked to his father, and the two of them discussed and started to repair and debug. After an afternoon of work, they had a thorough understanding of the problem.

Engineer Song went to the warehouse to check the spare parts, and wiped his sweat with a tissue. "It's unlikely to be completely like new. After all, it's been decades. We'll have to replace spare parts every once in a while. We still have more than 20 sets of spare parts, which will be enough for more than ten years. By then, the machine will be almost completely unusable."

Tutu filmed the entire repair process when Song Gong was repairing it, and called more than 20 veteran workers to come over and filmed the specific operation of each machine. I found a retro projection film on the Internet and made it quickly.

The whole set of machines only cost 200,000 yuan, and the labor cost an additional nearly 10,000 yuan.

When we left, my dad and Mr. Song added each other on green bubbles and said they kept in touch a lot.

My dad was so happy, he felt like he was meeting his idol.

Tutu put the packaged machines on the shelves and brought them to the mining workshop in the town.

The lathes, boring machines and milling machines in the warehouse are all well maintained, and my father can inspect them. There are three machines in total, all of which are made before the 1980s, some are domestically produced and some are imported.

When Tutu was about to give up, he suddenly received a call from Song Gong. "Hello, I'm Lao Song. Can I ask you if any machine, no matter what it is, can be operated as a complete set, even if it's made before the 1980s? Do you want an antique three-coordinate CNC milling machine?"

Tutu didn’t quite understand this, and his father reminded him that “the earliest CNC machine tools were likely to be more easily copied.”

Tutu made the final decision, "We want all of them. We want all of them that can run."

The lathes and other machine tools are installed in a very large wooden house, which is divided into four rooms.

The machines in the silk factory, come and see them. Let her wait a while before sending them.

Tutu is going to transfer these temporarily. It seems that there are not enough points.

I just happened to see that another 80-year-old ginseng was sold. "I have to prepare a gift for my little brother. The ginseng has been exchanged for points. What gift would be better?"

Tutu rummaged through the inventory and gave Lai a three-carat diamond ring. "Your technology at that time probably couldn't tell it was an artificial diamond. It will take another 70 or 80 years to tell. I should be able to get some money from selling it."

I saw that all the points were just enough to buy all the machines in the house, and I added diamonds when there were still a few points left.

Now I'm looking at the balance. I was planning to buy a cake for my sister, but I'll have to wait and see next time when I have more money.