After leaving Fanhuali Community, Jiang Qin went straight home. A 120-square-meter three-bedroom apartment with a living room on the left and a kitchen on the right, carries almost all of Jiang Qin's good memories.
The biological mother, Ms. Yuan Youqin, was cooking with an apron on. The chopping board was making as loud noises as it could make. It was obvious that she was cooking meat, and it was the kind with bones.
. My father Jiang Zhenghong was sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper, humming "Clouds of Hometown" with his slippers swinging on his toes.
Feeling this familiar warmth, Jiang Qin couldn't help but feel a little emotional.
After drifting in Shenzhen for many years, I am still a rootless duckweed. My roots are here, so this is my home that cannot be replaced by any other place.
Especially seeing my parents suddenly become younger, it feels really wonderful.
"Dad, is this young body still okay to use?"
Jiang Zhenghong narrowed his eyes and looked at him in confusion: "What nonsense are you talking about, have you finished the exam?"
Ms. Yuan Youqin also poked her head out from the kitchen: "How is it, are you confident?"
"One foot has already stepped into the door of a key university."
"You little brat, you are so confident, are you serious?" Ms. Yuan Youqin looked at him with a little suspicion.
Jiang Zhenghong was very considerate: "You must have something in mind if you dare to say such a big thing. Let's have a good drink tonight!"
Jiang Qin waved his hand and refused directly: "Dad, I've made up my mind. I want to start a business during the summer vacation. I can't waste any time."
"Start a business?"
"It means making money."
Ms. Yuan Youqin thought for a while: "Then after dinner, you can wash the dishes. I'll give you five yuan for a bowl and ten yuan for a pot."
Jiang Qin sighed and didn't argue: "You can let me wash the dishes and pots. How about giving me three hundred yuan in total?"
After listening to this, Jiang Zhenghong raised his head suddenly: "There is such a good thing? Then I will do it!"
"Go away, three hundred is enough for me to buy a new set. I wash the dishes and pots every day and no one gives me three hundred. Go wash your hands and eat!"
"Alas, my business failed before it even began."
Jiang Qin sighed, 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 Mao Zedong notes into his hands.
In fact, Ms. Yuan also knew that graduating from high school was like a wild horse running wild, and it would cost money to have a party and sing with classmates. She was just being soft-hearted when she asked him to wash the dishes for five dollars.
Looking at the five hundred yuan in his hand, Jiang Qin felt a little sad.
Which big entrepreneur has only 500 yuan in original capital? But 500 yuan is 500 yuan, it's better than nothing.
"Ms. Yuan, you will be the chairman's mother from now on!"
"I'm satisfied with you being the general manager. Oh, by the way, I asked your uncle at noon. Will you go to Zhengfang Driving School to learn to drive in a few days?"
"Let's talk about learning to drive later. I have important things to do recently."
Jiang Qin took the money and went back to the bedroom. He turned on the computer and found Guo Zihang's QQ number and told him to meet at Central Street early tomorrow morning.
Guo Zihang asked him what he was going to do, but Jiang Qin didn't answer directly. He just said that he had 500 yuan now, which made the greedy guy cry out "brother".
After agreeing on tomorrow's action, Jiang Qin casually opened Baidu and planned to check the news online, trying to awaken some memories about key nodes such as demolition and reconstruction, policy changes, stock market status, market premium, etc., in order to prepare for making a fortune. →
But before the webpage was loaded, his eyes stopped on the friend list of QQ on the computer.
Is Chu Siqi's chat box pinned to the top?
Jiang Qin moved the mouse over, directly unpinned the post, locked his space, and changed his non-mainstream avatar.
After doing all this, he took a look at his own signature, and after just one glance, he found that "three bedrooms and one living room" were all scratched out.
[I love you, what's it got to do with you?] ]
It was so awkward. Jiang Qin slapped his forehead, deleted it quickly, and replaced it with yesterday's song.
After changing the signature, Jiang Qin found that Chu Siqi, whose avatar was gray just now, was suddenly online, and her avatar was still jumping, which obviously meant she had sent a message.
So he casually clicked it, took a look, and then closed it out of boredom.
The other party asked him why he suddenly closed the space, and ordered him to open the space quickly, saying that he wanted to give him some space to step on.
Still stepping on the space? It's been many years since I heard such an old-fashioned sentence. Do you want to come and listen to it again?
The next morning, the sky was clear, the sun was warm and the wind was gentle.
Jiang Qin rode his bike out and came to the pedestrian street on Pingyang East Road.
This street is considered to be the most prosperous commercial pedestrian street in Jeju City. Before the renovation of the old market was completed, it was once a prime location where all kinds of vendors competed with each other. However, due to fierce competition and fierce price wars, the things here are relatively cheap.
Guo Zihang pedaled very fast because he was worried about the 500 yuan in Jiang Qin's pocket. When he arrived at the meeting place, he was already sweating profusely.
"Brother Jiang, how are you going to spend the 500 yuan in your pocket? I haven't been to a bar yet, why don't we go and experience it!"
"Stop talking nonsense, have you seen the uncle selling lunch boxes? Go and ask him how much the lunch boxes cost."
Guo Zihang looked in the direction of Jiang Qin's finger, his face turned pale in an instant: "We're going to have lunch boxes at noon?"
Jiang Qin narrowed his eyes and didn't say directly: "Go and ask first, don't worry, I won't treat you unfairly."
"Oh."
Guo Zihang walked over sullenly and asked the price. The prices in 2008 were not too high. A lunch box with a fried egg was five yuan, one with some minced meat was seven yuan, a chicken leg was nine yuan, and a chicken leg with a fried egg on it was eleven yuan.
Jiang Qin looked at the time, thought for a while, threw two hundred yuan to the boss, and told him not to ask any questions and just do it.
Then he found two cardboard boxes, packed some of the prepared lunch boxes in them, 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 Yunnan Yunnan coffee he had bought on the road and handed it to the network administrator. Then he began to sell his lunch boxes. The Internet-geeks who had been surfing the Internet all night were extremely hungry at the moment, but did not want to go out for meals. They immediately became greedy when they saw the meals delivered to their doorsteps.
There's nothing special about boxed lunches, but they're better than instant noodles, right?
So, the five-yuan ones were sold for seven yuan, and the seven-yuan ones were sold for nine yuan. In the end, except for two boxes of chicken legs and poached eggs left, the rest were all sold out.
They were busy from seven in the morning to one in the afternoon. They went back and forth three times, changed five Internet cafes, and the prices went up twice in the middle.
Guo Zihang was so tired that he was gasping for breath with his tongue hanging out, and sweat dripped from his forehead.
Jiang Qin's back was also soaked with sweat. He squatted on the side of the road, wiping the sweat off his face while counting the money.
The 200 yuan lunch box was sold for 378 yuan, and there were still two boxes of chicken leg rice left, just enough for two people, one box each.
In fact, he did this not for the money, but mainly to clarify his ideas. Now it seems that there is nothing wrong with the ideas and he can make money, but the profit margin is too thin.
However, Jiang Qin was not disappointed. How much profit could he expect with an initial capital of 200 yuan?
It can't be tens of thousands.
He had never done business before his rebirth, and he did this today just to feel the feeling of making money.
But to be honest, it was a bit of a loss. We sold five boxes in Yuxi alone, which cost us more than 100 yuan and half a day's work. Both of us were exhausted like dogs, but we only got more than 70 yuan.
But what if the capital is larger, and you want to trade in something valuable? Doubling seventy-eight is pretty good.
Jiang Qin took out five ten-yuan bills and handed them to Guo Zihang. The Dogecoin holder immediately stopped complaining about being tired and kept shouting "Thank you, brother" while holding the money.
"Brother, what are we going to do tomorrow?"
"What the hell am I going to do? I'm almost dying of exhaustion. I only earned seventy-eight, and I gave you fifty. The remaining money is enough to buy a pack of cigarettes."
Jiang Qin cursed, but he was actually thinking about his first pot of gold.
Where can I make my first pot of gold?
Those reincarnated Dogecoins in online novels can easily do big business, so why is it not the case for me?
If it doesn't work, I will go back and persuade the couple to sell their house and buy Bitcoin and Moutai stocks directly.
At this moment, the lunch chef holding a spatula came over. He first stared at Jiang Qin, then came over mysteriously and handed him a White General.
"How much did you sell your two hundred yuan lunch box for?"
Jiang Qin took the cigarette and raised his head calmly: "Four hundred and sixty."
Guo Zihang was stunned. Wasn't it three hundred and eighty?
But seeing Jiang Qin's calm appearance, he didn't dare to speak. He swallowed and lowered his head.