"Goldie, can you even work this thing? We can't see a thing," Shane Thorne grumbled, growing impatient.
He had a seat, at least, but the room was packed wall-to-wall. The stuffy air made it hard to breathe. Still, he couldn't bear to leave, determined to watch the evening news.
Preston Thorne was also sweltering, fanning himself with his hand. He was just as eager to watch the news. People had come to show movies in the village before, but this was the first time anyone had seen a television. He was itching with curiosity, but unfortunately, at over a thousand yuan, it was far too expensive for him to buy.
"I know how to do it! I learned everything. It was working perfectly fine in the city, so why won't it work here in the village?"
Goldie Thorne wiped the sweat from his brow. With everyone's eyes on him, he grew increasingly nervous. 'This thing isn't broken, is it? Maybe I should just wait for Adrian Hawthorne to come back and let him deal with it.'
