Even this middle-aged man who knew nothing about Du Feng was full of praise for Du Feng's skills and immediately called to cancel the previous complaint.

"How much is it?" He took out a box of Chinese cigarettes and handed one to Du Feng, asking with a smile.

"Just charge a door-to-door fee. You are not a user of our company, and no parts have been replaced." Du Feng took it and clicked.

"That's really troublesome for you!"

The door-to-door fee is minimal. The company has regulations. If the household appliances to be repaired are detected to be faulty, if the user requires repairs, then the price of the parts and the maintenance fee will be charged. If it is not repaired, but since it comes to the door, a small fee will be charged. The payment is

Twenty-five yuan.

This washing machine is not a product of the Fujia Group, and the most important component, the computer control board, is out of order. This situation can be completely ignored. But Du Feng fixed it for him, and there is nothing to fault. Let alone the second grade.

Fifteen yuan, even two hundred and fifty yuan is not much.

The middle-aged man thanked them repeatedly and found a hundred-dollar bill and handed it to them: "No need to look for it! Thank you for your hard work!"

There was a reason why his attitude changed so quickly. He had asked the after-sales departments of other companies to come over for repairs, but without exception, the maintenance workers who came to the door shook their heads and said that they could not repair it. Today, he originally planned to try again for the last time.

If it still can't be repaired, there's nothing you can do but replace it with a new one.

As for the reason why he wanted to repair the washing machine, he had no choice but to do so. His old mother had been using this washing machine for nearly ten years and she had a special liking for it.

Du Feng smiled slightly and pushed the money back: "We only charge what is due!"

The middle-aged man was embarrassed that there was still such a person in this age. Then he thought about it and wondered, could it be that Du Feng was afraid of the woman next to him? Looking at this posture, Yang Ziyun seemed to be his immediate boss.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man stopped resisting and found twenty-five yuan in change and handed it to him.

When they were sent out, Yang Ziyun went out first. Just as Du Feng was about to go out, the middle-aged man quickly handed him a few packages of things. When Du Feng saw that they were several boxes of good cigarettes, he quickly waved them away.

The middle-aged man chuckled and said, "You have helped me a lot. This is my apology! I was too angry before and it was also due to my emotions. Please forgive me."

Du Feng naturally understood what he meant. The man in front of him had lived such a long life and worked hard outside. He must have known small favors. He did not refuse at that moment and stuffed the few packs of cigarettes into his pocket.

Back downstairs, Du Feng said to Yang Ziyun: "Should I take you back first?"

Du Feng's performance today was an eye-opener for Yang Ziyun, and she also gave her heartfelt praise. All the cold looks towards him before almost disappeared here.

Yang Ziyun smiled politely and said: "The user is important! Let's go to the user's home first!"

"Then how do you go back? Take the bus?" Du Feng lit a cigarette.

"Don't you want to bring me to your door?" Yang Ziyun asked playfully.

Only then did Du Feng realize that Yang Ziyun wanted to go to the homes of the remaining two users with him.

"Of course that's good! It's great to have a beautiful woman by your side! It's just that I might have to offend you a little, and it wouldn't be good if someone thinks you are my girlfriend!" Du Feng laughed loudly, started his motorcycle and took her back to the road.

"Why are you so proficient in washing machines? Could it be that you used to work in the technical department?" Thinking of Du Feng's skillful skills before, Yang Ziyun was still full of admiration. She had never heard of an ordinary worker having such accomplishments.

Du Feng controlled the direction of the motorcycle and said without looking back: "I am the chief technician of the pick-up company!"

"Fuck you!" Yang Ziyun was amused by him and reached out to pat him on the back.

Unexpectedly, although this blow was not heavy, it actually hit Du Feng's broken spine. Du Feng grinned at the fatal pain. The handlebar in his hand shook violently a few times, and he rushed forward.
Chapter completed!