Chapter 83: An Encounter at the Game Arcade (1/2)

Apart from wondering about a meal as compensation, Zhang Yang was curious about what Zhao Qingfeng was up to.

He squatted beside him, clueless, watching.

Zhao Qingfeng was dismantling components, soldering things together, and after about fifteen minutes, he reassembled the board and put it back into the TV remote control, then slipped it into his pocket.

“What does this mean?”

Zhang Yang was confused but impressed.

“An infrared jammer.”

Zhao Qingfeng felt something was missing and added two new batteries.

“Jam what?”

Zhang Yang found it increasingly interesting.

Zhao Qingfeng explained as they walked downstairs, “It’s a device that emits infrared interference radiation to disrupt incoming missiles, causing them to deviate from their target.”

Zhang Yang was baffled, “Brother Zhao, don’t scare me. Are we going to war? I haven’t heard anything. Is it something to do with Kosovo, or maybe related to Saddam Hussein?”

Zhao Qingfeng nodded with a smile, “Saddam is ready for battle, but we won’t be involved. This device is too low-powered to affect missiles, but it can affect the new fruit machines in the arcade.”

Zhang Yang suddenly understood and asked about the principle.

Zhao Qingfeng explained that the jammer consisted of an infrared light source, a modulator, and an emission optical system. Normally, there are three types: strong-light lamp infrared source, electric heating infrared source, and fuel infrared source.

The makeshift jammer he assembled, though not professional, was capable of interfering with and controlling the fruit machine’s payout results using infrared radio waves.

In fact, such devices would become widely used in a few years.

Not only gamblers with nefarious intentions but also arcade owners commonly held these, with both gamblers and the house rapidly evolving their tactics. However, such practices were not yet widespread.

“My goodness!”

Zhang Yang was completely shocked.

If what Zhao Qingfeng said was true, and they could control the fruit machine’s payout, wouldn’t it be easy to make money?

Win a thousand a day, ten thousand in ten days, a million in a hundred days!

Why bother with university…

They could roam the country, winning money in arcades everywhere and even enjoy traveling. What a plan!

Zhang Yang’s thoughts became more extravagant, and he couldn’t stop smiling.

Zhao Qingfeng kicked him, “What are you thinking? This isn’t something good. If it weren’t for my uncle being tricked, I wouldn’t have resorted to this. Remember, Zhang Yang, never get involved in gambling or drugs in this life, or don’t say you know me.”

Zhang Yang took Zhao Qingfeng’s words seriously and immediately declared, “Don’t worry, Brother Zhao. I, Zhang Yang, swear never to get involved with gambling or drugs in my life!”

The two talked and walked, soon arriving at the entrance of Emperor’s Fun.

Zhao Qingfeng gave a few more instructions, which Zhang Yang took to heart, nodding and striding into the arcade.

Zhang Yang had one good quality – he seldom got stage fright.

The two entered, and as per Zhao Qingfeng’s plan, Zhang Yang was to spend money while Zhao Qingfeng controlled remotely.

Everything was going as planned.

Spend money, win, save the person.

But after a few steps, Zhang Yang stopped and asked, “Brother Zhao, if I suddenly win ten thousand yuan, will they let us leave easily? I heard from Wang Qiang that a guy from their class was detained for winning just four hundred…”

Zhao Qingfeng hadn’t thought about how to handle that, “Just play, we’ll figure it out after you win.”

As they were about to walk past the pool tables, Zhao Qingfeng suddenly spotted a few familiar faces.

Huang Hao had arrived at some point and was now playing pool with Bashin and Chin Gentsai, laughing and smoking.

When the creaky old door made a sound, Huang Hao instinctively looked up and saw Zhao Qingfeng.

It was a narrow escape.

Both parties were momentarily stunned.

Zhao Qingfeng muttered to himself that this was going to be problematic and quickly pulled Zhang Yang aside, instructing him not to act rashly. He stood still, looking at Huang Hao, trying to gauge his intentions.

“Holy shit.”

“Isn’t that Zhao Qingfeng?”

Bashin and Chin Gentsai also noticed Zhao Qingfeng.

They gripped their pool cues, anger evident on their faces.

Just a few hours ago, the three had discussed a revenge plan while eating barbecue near the commercial city.

Huang Hao was particularly furious then, vowing to crush Zhao Qingfeng into a meat patty to quench his hatred.

“Let’s get him!”

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