Sure enough, a heavy snow blocked the road.

The three-inch thick snow made it difficult to walk. People were wearing ear hats and thick clothes to walk on the snow surface, while the children laughed and sat on their own sleds, making fun together.

Fan Heng suddenly realized that Fan Wubing had been very silent for the past few days, and was in his room and didn't know what he was doing, so he pushed the door and walked in curiously.

The room was messy, with a lot of information on Fan Wubing's desk, some circuit diagrams, and various parts that were dismantled by him. Fan Wubing himself plunged in, not knowing what he was dressing up.

"What are you fiddling with?" Fan Heng carefully pinched a small component from the table, looked at it, and found that it was a miniature stepper motor with a diameter of about one centimeter.

Fan Wubing buried his head in fiddling with his stuff and replied casually, "A Sony's Walkman, Walkman."

"Walkman? What's the use for?" Fan Heng had never heard of it before, and couldn't help but be stunned.

"The Walkman is naturally used to listen to music-" Fan Wubing suddenly realized his father's existence. When he looked up, he saw Fan Heng's face was confused and thought of a question. Sony's Walkman had not flowed into the mainland in large quantities at this time, so his father Fan Heng had never seen it before.

So Fan Wubing let his father over, took out a complete Sony Walkman, put it on the strap, pulled out the headphones, put it on Fan Heng, and then pressed the play button.

"Bang bang bang bang bang--" A heavy metal rock music suddenly sounded in the headphones. Fan Heng was caught off guard and was a little confused. He got used to it a few seconds later, took off the headphones, and said to Fan Wubing, "What's this thing? It's scary!"

"Oh, you can't listen to this music, I'll change it to you-" Fan Wubing took the machine and picked one out of the only few cartridges. The printed characters on it were all traditional Chinese. After changing it, it was played out without headphones. The sound quality seemed to be a bit unsatisfactory, but it was much better than the radio I listened to every day. It was a Cantonese song.

Fan Heng still couldn't understand it, but the rhythm of the song was good and he could still appreciate it.

"Where did you get such a good thing?" Fan Heng said in amazement.

"Japanese goods, they are pretty good to use." Fan Wubing replied.

The walkman that Fan Wubing got in his hand was naturally a private product obtained through a small Wuzhi machine. The Walkman portable tape player developed by Sony in 1979, which is also the world's first soundtrack. The emergence of Walkman marked the birth of the concept of portable music, and the word Walkman has since become synonymous with portable music players.

Listening to music while walking and running has always been a dream for many people, and this dream gradually became a reality after Philips released the first box of recording tapes in 1966.

Compared with various storage media of the same period, the tape has convenient recording function and good shock resistance, which also makes the Walkman a reality. Although Fan Wubing, who is used to listening to Dolby surround sound effects, is quite dissatisfied with the world's earliest Walkman, he has to admit that so far, this is the best Walkman he can see.

In fact, in 1979, Sony's audio department modified the small recorder used by reporters into smaller recorders, which was praised by many people for good sound quality evaluation. Later, they launched the Walkman Walkman and positioned Walkman in the youth market, focusing on youth vitality and fashion, and creating a headphone culture. It began to sell all over the world in February 1980, and in November of the same year, it began to use the non-standard Japanese English brand "Walkman" globally.

Due to China's national conditions at that time, Walkman was not popular yet. In fact, many Chinese people had never used Walkman until many years later.

Fan Wubing clearly remembered that his first small recorder, or the Walkman, was a Zhongnan brand recorder. It was a volume, probably the size of a brick, with these two palm-sized stereo sound boxes, and it was not light in weight. It was brought back by his father Fan Heng when he went on a business trip in Guangzhou. It was expensive and it was in 1989.

"This thing must be very expensive!" Fan Heng thought of the first thing that was the price of this Walkman.

At least he had never seen this thing on the market, so Fan Heng felt that although the size of this thing was small, the price might not be low. He knew that there was a opening machine for broadcasting in the factory. Not to mention the size, the price was also very high. The sound quality may not be better than the small thing in front of him.

You know, that opening machine is more than one person tall, and the tapes on it often fly out by themselves.

"If it is placed in China, it should be very expensive. I'm afraid it will cost you a year's salary to buy such a unit." Fan Wubing nodded and responded.

"Oh, it's so expensive." Fan Heng nodded, looked at the machines that were dismantled by Fan Wubing, and didn't say anything.

"Hehe, do you feel a little distressed?" How could Fan Heng escape from Fan Wubing's observation with his brothers fighting on the tiger? Fan Heng's eyes were stopped on the machine he had dismantled, and he knew what his father was thinking.

Fan Heng was naturally a little annoyed by his son's joke. He originally wanted to reach out and give him a Li Chiu, but he was worried that he would beat Fan Wubing's little head to silly, so he drew a circle in the air and turned it back, saying angrily, "You kid, you can't be so spendthy even if you have money! You can't tell me the reason for trouble, I still want to hit your butt!"
Chapter completed!