Bo Zheng indeed liked mechanical collections very much. However, after thinking for a short moment, he looked up and said to her openly, "I remember there's one at home. It's in the storeroom. Do you want to come up with me to take a look?"
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Bo Zheng's house was very big. It was the kind of big with Chinese pavilions. The flowers and plants in the courtyard were obviously taken care of every day. They were built neatly and beautifully.
The storage room was filled with all kinds of airplane models and airplane equipment. He was just short of moving a plane and placing it at home.
It could be seen that Bo Jingxing was not joking when he said that his uncle had almost become an excellent pilot.
Bo Zheng rummaged inside.
Half an hour later, he brought out a dark device that looked like an old-fashioned gramophone. A smile appeared on his scholarly face as he said to the girl, "I found it."
