Who Can Fall In Love After Being Reborn?

Chapter 3 Making money is really not easy

After leaving the bustling community, Jiang Qin went straight to his home.

A three-bedroom apartment of 120 square meters, with the living room on the left and the kitchen on the right, holds almost all of Jiang Qin's beautiful memories.

My biological mother, Ms. Yuan Youqin, was cooking in an apron. She was chopping on the cutting board as loudly as possible. It sounded like meat dishes, the kind with bones in them.

My father, Jiang Zhenghong, was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper, humming "Clouds of Hometown" in his mouth, and his slippers were dangling on his toes.

Feeling this familiar warmth, Jiang Qin couldn't help but sigh.

After drifting for many years, I am actually still a rootless duckweed. The roots that support me are here, so this is a home that cannot be replaced anywhere.

Especially seeing my parents suddenly young, it feels really amazing.

"I'm back!"

Jiang Zhenghong narrowed his eyes and glanced at him: "Have you finished the exam?"

Ms. Yuan Youqin also poked her head out of the kitchen: "How are you doing, are you sure?"

“One foot has already entered the door to the point.”

"You brat, what you said is so true, is it true?" Ms. Yuan Youqin looked at him with some suspicion.

Jiang Zhenghong was very considerate: "You must be feeling a little crazy if you dare to say such big things. Let's have a good drink tonight!"

Jiang Qin waved his hand and refused directly: "Dad, I have thought about it. I want to start a business during the summer vacation. I can't waste any time."

"Start a business?"

"Just making money."

Ms. Yuan Youqin thought for a while: "After dinner, you can clean the dishes. I will give you five yuan for a bowl and ten yuan for the pot."

Jiang Qin sighed and didn't argue: "You can just let me wash the dishes and pots. How about giving me three hundred yuan in total?"

After hearing this, Jiang Zhenghong suddenly raised his head: "Is there such a good thing? Then I will do it too!"

"Go, go, three hundred is enough for me to buy a new set. I wash pots and dishes every day and no one gives me three hundred. Go wash your hands and eat!"

"Hey, my business collapsed before it even started."

Jiang Qin sighed with emotion, washed his hands and returned to the dining table to have a meal with his parents.

Before going to bed, Yuan Youqin walked out of the bedroom and stuffed five copies of Mao Zedong into his hand.

In fact, Ms. Yuan also knows that graduating from high school is like running wild. It costs money to sing and sing at class reunions. Before, asking him to pay five yuan for washing dishes was just a soft-spoken and soft-hearted thing.

Looking at the five hundred in his hand, Jiang Qin felt slightly sad.

Which big entrepreneur's original capital is only 500, but 500 is just 500, it's better than nothing.

"Ms. Yuan, you will be the mother of the chairman from now on!"

"I'm content with being a general manager. Oh, by the way, I asked your uncle to ask at noon. Are you going to Zhengfang Driving School to learn driving in the next few days?"

"We'll talk about driving lessons later. I have important things to do recently."

Jiang Qin took the money and went back to the bedroom, turned on the computer, found Guo Zihang's QQ number, and told him to meet at Center Street early tomorrow morning.

Guo Zihang asked him what he was doing, but Jiang Qin didn't tell him directly. He just said that he had five hundred yuan now, and the greedy guy called him brother.

After agreeing on tomorrow's actions, Jiang Qin opened Baidu and planned to read the news online, trying to awaken some memories about key nodes such as demolition and reconstruction, policy changes, stock market status, market premiums, etc., so as to be ready to make a fortune.

But before the web page could load, his eyes stopped on the computer QQ friend list.

Is Chu Siqi’s chat box pinned to the top?

Jiang Qin moved the mouse over, canceled the pin, locked his space, and changed his non-mainstream avatar.

After doing this, he took a look at his personal signature, and at one glance, he picked out all three rooms and one living room.

[I love you, what does it have to do with you? 】

It was so embarrassing, Jiang Qin slapped his forehead, quickly deleted it, and replaced it with yesterday's song.

After changing the signature, Jiang Qin found that Chu Siqi, who had a gray avatar just now, suddenly came online, and her avatar was still beating. It was obvious that a message had been sent.

So he opened it casually, took a look, and then closed it without any interest.

The other party asked him why he suddenly closed the space, and ordered him to open the space quickly, saying that he would give him space to step on.

Are you still stepping on the space? I haven't heard such an ancient sentence in many years. Do you want to go to court again?

Early the next morning, the sky was clear, the sun was warm and the wind was calm.

Jiang Qin went out on his bicycle and came to the pedestrian street of Pingyang East Road.

This street is considered the most prosperous commercial pedestrian street in Jeju City. Before the renovation of the old market was completed, it was once a prime location for various vendors to compete for. However, due to the great competition, price wars broke out. Instead, Making things here relatively cheap.

Because Guo Zihang was thinking about the five hundred in Jiang Qin's pocket, he pedaled very fast and was already sweating profusely when he arrived at the meeting place.

"Brother Jiang, how are you going to spend the five hundred yuan in your pocket? I haven't been to a bar yet, why don't we go and experience it!"

"Stop talking about that useless thing. Have you seen that uncle selling lunch boxes? Go and ask how much the lunch boxes cost."

Guo Zihang looked in the direction of Jiang Qin's finger and his face turned pale instantly: "Shall we have lunch for lunch?"

Jiang Qin narrowed his eyes and did not say directly: "Go and ask first. Don't worry, I won't treat you badly."

"oh."

Guo Zihang walked over dully and asked about the price. Prices in 2008 were not too high. A box lunch with shredded potatoes cost two yuan, a lunch box with some minced meat costed three yuan, chicken legs and potato shreds cost five yuan, and chicken drumsticks added Six pieces of poached eggs.

Jiang Qin looked at the time, thought about it, threw two hundred yuan to his boss, and told him not to ask, just do it.

Then he found two cardboard boxes, packed some of the prepared lunch boxes, and took Guo Zihang to the Internet cafe street.

Pushing open the door of one of the Internet cafes, Jiang Qin first took out a pack of Yuxi bought on the road and handed it to the network administrator, and then began to sell his lunch boxes. The Internet fools who stayed online all night were very hungry at the moment and didn't want to go out to eat. As soon as I saw the food delivered to my door, I became very hungry.

Although there is nothing unusual about bento boxes, they are better than instant noodles, right?

So, the two-yuan ones were sold for four yuan, the five-yuan ones were sold for seven yuan, and the six-yuan ones were sold for nine yuan. In the end, except for the two boxes of chicken legs and poached eggs, all the rest were sold out.

From seven o'clock in the morning to one o'clock in the afternoon, the two of them went back and forth three times, changing to five Internet cafes, and the price increased twice.

Guo Zihang was so tired that he stuck out his tongue and panted, sweat dripping from his forehead.

Jiang Qin's back was also soaked with sweat. He squatted on the side of the road, wiping his sweat and counting money.

The two-hundred-yuan lunch box sold for three hundred and seventy-eight yuan, and there were still two boxes of chicken leg rice left, just enough for two people each.

In fact, he didn't do it to make money, but mainly to clarify his thinking. Now it seems that the thinking is okay and money can be made, but the profit point is too thin.

However, Jiang Qin was not disappointed. How much profit did he want with a principal of 200 yuan?

It can't be tens of thousands.

He had never done business before his rebirth, so he was playing this game today just to experience the feeling of making money.

But to be honest, it was a bit of a loss, so Guang Yuxi gave me five boxes. It cost me more than a hundred yuan first, and it took half a day to get there. The two of them were as tired as dogs, and they only got more than seventy yuan.

But what if the principal is larger, and what if you spend something valuable? A doubling of seventy-eight is pretty good.

Jiang Qin took out five ten-dollar coins and handed them to Guo Zihang. He immediately stopped shouting that he was tired of the dog coins. He held the money and shouted "Thank you, brother."

"Brother, what are you still doing tomorrow?"

"What the hell, I'm almost exhausted. I earned seventy-eight and gave you fifty. The remaining money is enough to buy a pack of cigarettes."

Jiang Qin was cursing, but in his heart he was actually thinking about the first pot of gold.

Where can I make my first pot of gold?

Those reborn Dogecoins in online novels can easily do big business, why can't they do it here?

If it was not possible, I would go back and persuade the couple to sell the house and just buy Bitcoin and Moutai stocks.

At this moment, the lunchbox cook holding a shovel came over. He first stared at Jiang Qin, then came over mysteriously, and at the same time handed over a Baijiang.

"How much did you sell for your 200-yuan lunch box?"

Jiang Qin took the cigarette and raised his head calmly: "Four hundred and six."

Guo Zihang was stunned for a moment, wasn't it three hundred and eighty?

But seeing Jiang Qin's calm and calm look, he didn't dare to speak. He swallowed and lowered his head.

(End of chapter)