Picking up wife in taxi No. 11

  The next day, I skipped class. Although this kind of thing happened often in my past life, after reincarnation, making such a choice was still somewhat difficult for me. Because I really wanted to change my original self. In short, since I had been reborn, why would I want to repeat the same life as before?

  Riding a bike in the downtown area, but thinking about how to take advantage of my own strengths.

  In an electrical specialty store by the roadside, a familiar figure caught my eye.

  I hastily stopped the car in front of the electrical appliance specialty store, and through the large glass window I saw a middle-aged man wearing glasses standing in front of the counter, studying something facing a row of TVs.

  It's really true that you can run into anyone anywhere in life. In my previous life, it was because of this person that I met my wife.

  Standing in front of the glass window, memories of past life flooded my mind. I remembered it was a rainy day, and I had just finished work, hailing a taxi at the office entrance. The rain was pouring down unusually heavily, and even standing under the eaves, I got soaked to the bone.

  It's hard to hail a taxi on such a rainy day. I stretched out my hand helplessly and looked at the passing taxis through my misty glasses.

  A red Jetta stopped in front of me, the door opened, and inside sat an old face: "Get in..."

  "OK……” I took a step and got into the car, as soon as I entered the car, I regretted it, because on the back seat of the car was still lying a woman. Due to her face being down, I couldn't see her appearance very clearly. Her body was drenched from the rain, wearing a floral skirt, with messy hair.

  Seeing me frowning, the old driver hastily said: "This girl has fainted on the road, I'll send her to the hospital first and then take you. It's a rainy day, just bear with it for now, if not, I won't charge you money..."

  I felt embarrassed when the old driver said that, so I said: "No rush, let's send her first. Anyway, I don't have anything to do."

  The red Jetta car was driving through the heavy rain, and outside the window, the rain was pouring down. As the Jetta passed by, it splashed up a sheet of water wherever it went.

  I chatted with this old driver and found out that he was an engineer at the city's wireless factory, surnamed Ma. After the wireless factory went bankrupt, he started driving a taxi.

  Whenever he mentions this industry, Master Ma has a belly full of bitter water. The hardships of traveling by car are not even mentioned, but what is most unbearable is those with headbands on the road. If you encounter one, basically the whole day is ruined.

  As we were talking, we arrived at the city hospital. The two of us lifted the girl out of the car, and it was only then that I realized the person lying in the back seat was an extremely beautiful young woman, with clear eyebrows and eyes, very pale skin, a slender body, and tightly clenched teeth, as if she were enduring some kind of pain.

  That woman is my wife, Zhou Siying. She was an orphan who grew up in an orphanage. On her way back to the women's dormitory after work, she suddenly developed acute appendicitis and fainted on the street.

  At that time she had no money on her body, it was Master Ma and I who paid for her surgery fee. After the surgery, my wife and I started dating and then got married...

  After we got married, my wife and I have always wanted to find the person who gave us a ride in the heavy rain and paid for her surgery. We really want to say thank you to this kind-hearted person for making our beautiful marriage possible.

  If it weren't for this kind-hearted old driver, perhaps my wife and I would still be wandering around in this concrete jungle.

  But this old driver with the surname Ma seemed to have vanished into the vast sea of people.

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  Unconsciously, I walked into that electrical specialty store and faced the person who had once helped me and my wife.

  "We're going to buy a TV at home, little classmate..." Master Ma turned around and looked at me.

  "Yes, yes..." I was a bit dazed. He looked much younger than he did over a decade ago. His eyes were full of confident and clear gaze, his back still straight. In 1994, perhaps God's old glasses hadn't started to haze his vision yet?

  I hope I can use my experience to help him in some way.

  "I'll introduce you to the performance of this TV... "Master Ma said: "This Silver Star brand TV is produced by our factory, and its performance is not bad when it just came out of the factory. They are all Japanese components..."

  "Silver Star brand..." I said, with some surprise in my heart, because in my memory, the Silver Star brand had disappeared for a full 10 years...

  I remember now! It's 1994, and this factory is at its most glorious moment just before it dies.

  "Right..." Master Ma said: "We are from Silver Star TV factory in our city. My surname is Ma and I am a designer at this factory..."

  I took a look at the TV wall in front of me, on which about twenty 29-inch TVs were placed, with black shells and not very bright images.

  That's the characteristic of 90s TV, compared with those digital decoding high-definition TVs produced later, the image quality of these TVs can only be described as primitive.

  Moreover, the appearance of TV sets has also fallen behind. At this moment, the next generation of flat-screen color TVs have already started production in Japan, while some outdated technologies were sold to China. Due to this and other reasons, the Wireless Factory's technology completely fell behind in the late 1990s and was eventually eliminated by the market.

  In my previous life, due to professional reasons, I systematically studied the development of color TVs. For some minor changes on the drawings that led to changes in color and image, I can say that I was very familiar with them.

  I suddenly had a strange idea, why not use my past life's experience to help the people who once helped me? Moreover, I don't have any good impression of Japanese people, so I might as well pirate the things they haven't even designed yet.

  Watching me without speaking, Master Ma continued to introduce the TV in a non-stop manner, and gradually surrounded by a group of people.

  "Master Ma, can I take a look at the circuit diagram of this TV?"

  "Of course, why not?" Master Ma took out a plastic bag from behind the counter and handed it to me, saying: "You're a radio enthusiast, aren't you?"

  "It can also be said that way." I smiled, took out the drawing, and looked at it. This design was too familiar. I handed the drawing to Master Ma and said, "If this place is improved, the image will be much clearer, and the color will be more vibrant."

  "Change?" Master Ma looked at me with some confusion and said: "How can we change it? This is a Japanese blueprint."

  "This design is no longer used in Japan." I said, "The black TV exterior will also be completely eliminated within one to two years..."

  "How did you know..." Master Ma looked at me in surprise.

  "I... I have a classmate who happens to be studying in Japan..." I hastily retreated in disarray.

  "Is it!" Coach Ma came over with interest and said to me: "Let's go inside and talk..."