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Volume 1 [001] Old copy from the archives
"Zhao Qiang, let's go to the internet cafe to play CrossFire this morning. Our team is short one person," his roommate called out to Zhao Qiang as he picked up his backpack.
Zhao Qiang shook his head helplessly: "No, if I don't go to work at the part-time company today, the boss will definitely fire me. You guys have fun."
My roommate sighed, "I'm really impressed with you. You haven't had a single Sunday off in three years of college. Don't make things too hard on yourself."
Zhao Qiang smiled calmly as he walked out of the dormitory. In fact, he didn't want to live such a tiring life. He also wanted to sleep in on Saturdays and Sundays, then meet up with his friends for a couple of drinks at noon, and then go on a day trip with his girlfriend in the afternoon and evening.
But he was just a poor boy from a small town. His parents worked year-round despite their illnesses, and the money they earned wasn't even enough to cover their medical expenses. They had no means of living a carefree life!
In order to avoid going hungry and to earn enough tuition fees, Zhao Qiang had to work hard for himself. This started when he first entered the university and he has long since become accustomed to it.
As I walked out of the school gate and looked back at the four gleaming characters of 'Donghai University,' the gatehouse was truly magnificent. It was a pity that Donghai University could only be considered second-rate in Donghai City, and it wouldn't even be considered second-rate in China! Nearly two-thirds of its graduates couldn't find jobs every year, a stark contrast to Huaxia University of Technology, which was also located in the same city.
It is said that this year, half of the senior students in various departments of the university were hired by large companies with extremely high salaries. They are white-collar workers from the start, and the benefits of social insurance and housing fund are naturally included. Wow, the difference is too big.
Zhao Qiang regretted his decision to save several thousand yuan in tuition fees back then. If he had applied to a university of science and technology, the scholarship might have been enough for him to live on. But now, he was in Donghai University, where teaching and management were lax, and in the somewhat unpopular Department of Geology and Mineral Resources, majoring in Engineering Surveying Technology. Zhao Qiang's ambition had long been gone, and part-time jobs had taken up most of his time, so his studies were a complete mess! It was a blessing from Buddha that he had made it to his senior year.
After taking several buses, Zhao Qiang arrived at "Rujia Computer Company," a privately owned company mainly engaged in computer sales and repair. The store was over 80 square meters, newly renovated, and displayed more than a dozen desktop and laptop samples. Overall, it looked quite impressive. The owner, Wang Yidong, was 38 years old. Because the company was located near several residential areas, business was decent.
The store was already open. Zhao Qiang scanned his fingerprint on the fingerprint attendance machine. Ma Xiaohua, the accountant and saleswoman, was already cleaning. Zhao Qiang hurriedly grabbed the mop: "Sister Ma, let me do it."
Ma Xiaohua was 29 years old, seven years older than Zhao Qiang. She was already a mother, but she still had a strong mature woman's charm and was quite pretty, so Zhao Qiang would occasionally fantasize about her.
Ma Xiaohua looked up and smiled: "Zhao Qiang, is it worth it for you to sacrifice all your days off and three hours every night for 600 yuan a month?"
Zhao Qiang had only been at Home Inns Computer Company for a few days and was still in the internship stage. He hadn't received a penny yet. While mopping the floor, he said, "Sister Ma, what's the big deal? I'll do it if I get paid. I can't let myself go hungry."
Ma Xiaohua smiled and said nothing more. She and Zhang Chunjiang, the company's technician, had a base salary of 2,200 yuan per month, plus sales commissions. On good days, they could earn about 4,000 yuan, which was considered a good income for ordinary people in Donghai City.
After mopping the floor, Zhao Qiang then wiped down the sample machine. After finishing these tasks, the boss, Wang Yidong, arrived. He was a very shrewd man who had gone from setting up a street stall to opening an IT company in just five or six years. Now he was earning over ten thousand yuan a month. Zhao Qiang came here to work with the intention of observing and learning, especially since IT was a sunrise industry. There was no reason for Zhao Qiang not to move in that direction, so the salary he was paid was enough to fill his stomach.
Wang Yidong walked around the shop with satisfaction. Seeing Zhao Qiang standing to the side, covered in sweat and holding a rag, he nodded approvingly and said, "Not bad, Xiao Zhao is quite diligent. Follow Zhang Gong's trainees and I'll officially hire you after you graduate."
Zhao Qiang said gratefully, "Thank you, Boss Wang. But Sister Ma also deserves credit for this cleaning work. I was just helping out."
Ma Xiaohua wasn't afraid of Wang Yidong at all. She said, "With Zhao Qiang's help, I'm not afraid of President Wang. You did most of the work anyway, so I'll ask President Wang to give you a bonus later."
As soon as the topic of money came up, Wang Yidong immediately stopped, coughed, and said, "Hurry up and get ready. A customer will be coming to pick up a machine for repair soon. Where is Zhang Chunjiang? It's so late, why isn't he here yet?"
Zhang Chunjiang is 27 years old this year. He is a computer science student from a second-rate university, but he has work experience, knows how to repair things and understands networks. He often sighs about being stuck in such a small company, so he is not punctual for work and is a typical latecomer and early leaver. However, Wang Yidong has to rely on Zhang Chunjiang to support him, so he lets him have his way.
Ma Xiaohua said sourly, "Your engineer Zhang is probably still dreaming right now, just you wait."
Wang Yi could wait, but the customer couldn't. So he came right away. A middle-aged woman, around forty years old, was carrying a vegetable basket. She probably just happened to be there to pick up the computer that she had left there for repair yesterday.
With no qualified repairman available, the boss, Wang Yidong, had to step in personally. "Zhao, go to the repair shop and check on that Lenovo machine." Wang Yidong promoted Zhao without batting an eye. He was indeed a shrewd and tactful person. If he told the customer that the repair engineer was sleeping at home, it would be embarrassing and would give the customer the impression that the company was not professional.
Zhao Qiang was only slightly taken aback before realizing that Wang Yidong was bluffing. He knew perfectly well that the Lenovo machine hadn't been touched since it arrived yesterday afternoon! Even if Wang Yidong didn't know the details, he should be able to guess pretty accurately.
Afraid that Zhao Qiang wouldn't understand, Ma Xiaohua gave him a wink as a reminder, then handed a cup of hot water to the auntie. "Sister, please sit down. Let our company's engineer Zhao help you get the machine out. Our company is called Rujia, so this is your home."
The auntie smiled and said, "Okay, I'm not in a hurry. You said my computer suddenly won't turn on, but the fan is still spinning. What's wrong with it?"
Ma Xiaohua mumbled, "Oh, it should be a problem with the power supply or the motherboard. I'll have Engineer Zhao explain it to you in a bit."
Ma Xiaohua clung to the auntie, and Wang Yi followed Zhao Qiang into the repair room without making a sound. The repair room was a separate 10-square-meter room with a row of tables with repair tools and spare parts on them, and a row of high-end computer chairs that Chunjiang used.
Wang Yidong pointed to the Lenovo desktop computer on the table and asked Zhao Qiang, "What's the problem? Has it been solved?"
Zhao Qiang was also there yesterday, Saturday. He said, "I don't know. When it was delivered, Engineer Zhang was about to leave work, so he didn't pay attention to it."
Wang Yidong slapped his forehead: "I knew that kid was unreliable. He agreed to pick it up this morning. Let's check it out quickly. I don't think there will be any major problems."
Zhao Qiang pointed at himself and said, "Me? Boss Wang, I don't even know how to install a system now."
Wang Yidong slapped his thigh again: "You're such an idiot. Is there anything simpler than fixing a computer? Just open the case and see which part is broken and replace it."
Zhao Qiang was quite skilled at tightening screws. He tore off Lenovo's special seal and opened the side panel of the case. A strong smell of dust hit him. My God, is this even a computer? All the circuit boards were covered with a thick layer of dust, and there were even exaggerated cobwebs in the corners of the case. Wang Yidong simply handed him a small vacuum cleaner: "Vacuum it up!"
Zhao Qiang, with a pained expression, started working. Dust filled the repair room. Wang Yidong turned around and left the room. Outside, Ma Xiaohua was still chatting. When she saw Wang Yidong come out, the aunt immediately asked, "Boss Wang, how's my computer? I was in a hurry to play cards on Lianzhong this morning. Will it be a problem?"
Wang Yidong frowned and said, "Big sister, I'm not trying to be mean, but how long has it been since you maintained your computer? Do you know how serious your computer's condition is? In doctor's terms, it's critically ill!"
The woman was startled: "Oh no, I was using it just fine yesterday at noon. I woke up and turned it on again and it was like this. Nobody touched it. I've always treated it like a precious treasure."
Wang Yidong pointed to his chest and said, "No matter how clean you wipe the outside, its heart is already rotten. Do you think that will help? It's just treating the symptoms, not the root cause."
The woman was horrified when she heard this, "Mr. Wang, do you think there's any way to save my computer?"
Wang Yidong had already figured out that this woman was from Dianbai, so he spoke without the slightest fear, "Of course there's hope, otherwise, what would be the point of keeping my company running? Last night, I was working overtime to fix your power supply, motherboard, and hard drive..."
The woman panicked even more when she heard that several parts needed repair. "Boss Wang, do you mean my computer is totaled? How much will it cost?"
Wang Yidong was afraid of scaring the old lady too much and causing her to stop repairing, so he quickly said, "I've been running this shop here for years, and we're practically old neighbors. We see each other all the time, so we must have some connection. Besides, my shop is called 'Rujia' (meaning 'Home Inn'), so coming here should feel like home. Would I possibly charge you more? That's something only a shrewd businessman would do. Wait a minute, I'll go inside and check."
Just as Zhao Qiang finished vacuuming the dust out of the computer case, Wang Yidong came in. He tossed an eraser to Zhao Qiang and said, "Take out the graphics card and memory, and clean the gold contacts. With so much dust, it would be strange if it could even start. Remember to touch the radiator pipe first to discharge any static electricity from your hands, so that the static electricity doesn't damage the chips."
The task wasn't difficult. Zhao Qiang unscrewed the graphics card, removed the memory sticks, carefully cleaned the gold contacts on both circuit boards, and then reinserted them as before. Wang Yidong decisively waved his hand and said, "Power on!"
Zhao Qiang was a little confused. Was that all? Wang Yidong ignored Zhao Qiang's expression, plugged in the power himself, and then pressed the power button. Buzz, the fan started spinning and sprayed out some residual dust that hadn't been sucked up. Zhao Qiang was sprayed all over his face. He coughed and took two steps back. At this moment, there was a beep, and the startup screen appeared on the monitor used for repair.
Wang Yidong snapped his fingers: "Done. Replaced a 512MB DDR400 Apacer memory stick, fixed the power supply... uh, forget about the motherboard, I'll just charge her two hundred." As he spoke, Wang Yidong picked up the side panel of the case, inserted it, and screwed it on.
Zhao Qiang was dumbfounded. He wasn't very tech-savvy. Although many of his roommates had bought computers, he was too embarrassed to borrow them. Besides, if his roommates' computers broke down, he would have to ask for help. It was impossible for them to take apart their computers and do DIY every day. Even though Zhao Qiang was completely clueless, where had he just replaced the memory? Where had he repaired the power supply? Two hundred yuan? He just cleaned the dust and wiped the gold contacts himself? That only took about ten minutes.
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