Reborn in 2005, starting with repairing mobile phones

1:30 PM.

Lin Dong stood at the entrance of the convenience store opposite Yipin Tea House, holding a bottle of iced cola in his hand.

He watched as men in leather jackets and floral shirts walked into the teahouse, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Uncle Cai is quite efficient; he managed to get everyone here.

"Brother Dong, when are we going in?" Zheng Hao asked in a low voice.

"No rush." ​​Lin Dong unscrewed the can of cola and took a sip. "Let them wait a bit. Once everyone's here and they're less anxious, we can talk more easily."

Zheng Hao nodded, but there was still some nervousness in his eyes. He had never seen anything like this in his life.

"Ah Hao,"

Lin Dong glanced at him. "Remember, we're not going to beg for favors today, we're going to split the money. Stand up straight, don't look away. If anyone dares to act tough, just stare at them, don't back down."

"I...I understand."

Zheng Hao took a deep breath.

Ten minutes later, Lin Dong glanced at his watch and saw it was 1:50.

almost.

He threw the empty bottle into the trash can and patted Zheng Hao on the shoulder: "Let's go."

The two crossed the road and entered the teahouse.

At 1:30 p.m., the private room of Tingtao Pavilion in Yipin Tea House was filled with smoke.

A dozen or so business owners in Huaqiangbei who were doing V3 business had been waiting for almost twenty minutes, and their faces were not very pleasant.

"Ah Cai, are you fucking kidding us?"

A fat man with a face full of scars slammed his hand on the table, making his teacup rattle. "You said 1:30, where are you?"

This fat guy, nicknamed "Fat Dragon," specializes in buying and reselling V3 "dead" phones. He has a terrible temper.

Uncle Cai smiled ingratiatingly, "Brother Long, just wait a little longer, we'll be there soon..."

"Wait for your mom!"

Fei Long stubbed out his cigarette on the tea tray. "Some young punk, making so many of us wait? Who does he think he is?"

A tall, thin man next to him spoke up in a sinister tone: "Uncle Cai, no offense, but is it possible that your Boss Lin is scared off because we're all following suit and buying up goods, so he's gone into hiding?"

This guy is called "Ah Gui". He specializes in refurbishing phones and is very cunning.

"that is,"

A repairman in his fifties sneered, "You've been enjoying your spoils for the past two weeks, haven't you? Now that we're starting to collect the 'corpse' machines, you realize you can't hide it anymore?"

Ming slowly brewed his Kung Fu tea without saying a word, but his eyes revealed his impatience.

There was a lot of discussion in the private room:

"I heard that kid is only eighteen? A high school student, right?"

"Damn it, when I was getting my phone repaired in Huaqiangbei, he was still wearing open-crotch pants!"

"When he gets here, we need to teach him the rules..."

Just then, the door was pushed open.

Lin Dong walked in.

Jeans, a gray jacket, and a black backpack. Zheng Hao followed behind him, his face stern.

The private room fell silent instantly, and everyone's gazes were like knives piercing the room—disdain, scrutiny, and undisguised hostility.

"Oh, so this is Boss Lin?"

Fei Long drawled, looking him up and down. "Looks really young, skipped class, right?"

A burst of laughter erupted.

Lin Dong ignored him, walked straight to the head of the table, and put his backpack on the table.

"Dear bosses, thank you for waiting."

He sat down, his voice calm.

"Wait? Our time is precious!"

Ah Gui said sarcastically, "Boss Lin has made a fortune in the past two weeks, while we're all starving. Did he call us here today to give us some scraps?"

"It's not a matter of charity."

Lin Dong looked at him and said, "I'm trying to make a quick buck by taking you all along."

"To make a quick buck?"

Fatty Long laughed loudly, "Boss Lin, you're eating the meat yourself, and now you want us to drink the soup? Do you think we're fools?"

"Exactly," the old mechanic sneered, "You can fix the V3, and so can we! You really think you're the only one who can?"

Lin Dong waited until they finished speaking before asking, "How much do you all think I've earned in the past two weeks?"

Everyone was taken aback.

"Three hundred thousand?"

Some people are guessing.

"Five hundred thousand?"

Another one said.

Lin Dong opened his backpack, took out something wrapped in newspaper, and threw it on the table with a "thud".

The newspapers were spread out, revealing bundles of brand-new hundred-yuan bills inside.

"Six hundred and fifty thousand."

He said.

The private room fell silent instantly. Everyone stared at the pile of money, their eyes wide with disbelief.

Six hundred and fifty thousand! In just half a month!

"Now," Lin Dong pushed the money aside, "I can tell you all that this business is coming to an end."

"What do you mean?" Doflamingo finally spoke.

"It means..."

Lin Dong said, word by word, "Motorola's official repair plan will be announced in ten days at most. By then, the V3 'sleeping disease' will no longer be a secret. The purchase price of 'dead' phones will rise to 350, and the repair cost will drop to a few dozen dollars."

These words were like a bucket of ice water poured over everyone's head.

"How...how did you know?"

Ah Gui's voice changed.

How do I know it's not important?

Lin Dong said, "The important thing is, are you willing to gamble on these ten days? Fei Long, if all those hundreds of 'corpse' machines in your warehouse become unusable, you've worked for nothing for the past six months, haven't you?"

Fei Long's face turned pale.

"And you, Ah Gui,"

Lin Dong turned to him, "You're dealing with refurbished phones, and your biggest fear is high repair costs. If repair fees drop, what's the point of refurbishing those 'corpses' you bought at high prices?"

Ah Gui's forehead was sweating.

"Boss Lin,"

Ming's expression was grave. "Since you knew it was going to collapse, why did you still call us here..."

"I called you here because I have a solution."

Lin Dong interrupted him, "Make one last big profit before the market crashes."

He took a red box out of his bag and slammed it on the table.

"What is this?"

Fatty couldn't help but ask.

"V3 Quick Repair Tool"

Lin Dong opened the box, revealing the ribbon cable, tools, and instruction manual inside. "With this, I can fix a 'sleep-dead' machine in ten minutes."

"cut,"

The experienced technician scoffed, "It's just ribbon cable, right? Can't we figure that out ourselves?"

"that is,"

Ah Gui realized what was happening and said, "You said the official plan would be announced, so why shouldn't we just wait for the official one? Why should we buy yours?"

This is exactly what Lin Dong was waiting for.

He didn't answer, but instead took out three more V3 "corpse" machines from his bag and placed them on the table.

"Masters," he said, pointing to the first machine, "this one has a flip cover, a black screen, and the keyboard backlight is on."

He then pointed to the second unit: "This one can be turned on, but there's no sound from the earpiece."

Pointing to the third station, he said, "This one is the most unpredictable; it works sometimes and it doesn't."

He took a step back and gestured for us to proceed: "Since you both say you can fix it, then please. If you fix it, you can keep the machine; if you break it, I'll take responsibility."

The three experienced workers, feeling embarrassed, reluctantly approached.

The first experienced technician picked up a multimeter and tested the motherboard's power supply: "The power supply is normal..."

The second person disassembled the machine and examined the CPU solder joints with a magnifying glass: "The solder joints are fine too..."

The third repeated flip test: "What the hell is wrong with this?"

Ten minutes passed, and the three men were sweating profusely, but the machine was still just a pile of parts.

"This... must be a hidden defect in the motherboard."

"Yes, hidden illnesses are difficult to treat."

"It can't be repaired; the motherboard needs to be replaced."

Lin Dong then stepped forward.

He didn't touch the disassembled parts, but instead took out tools from the "Quick Repair Kit" box and pulled out three identical V3 "corpse" machines from his bag.