Chapter 3 I think I know how to make money
At eight o'clock in the morning, the morning light faded.
A burst of rapid cicada chirping outside the window woke up the sleeping Chen Yansen.
The room of more than ten square meters was filled with all kinds of things. There were three large piles of books and tutorial materials, and two large piles of mock test papers. There was a lacquered mahogany table by the window, which was also filled with books.
There is a poster of Xu Song on the wall, with a very non-mainstream style.
"Get up and make money!"
Chen Yansen checked the system, took out his mobile phone and looked at the time, and finally gave up. It was 2010 now and he couldn't go back.
I put on a short-sleeved shirt, went into the bathroom, and started brushing my teeth and washing my face.
Chen Yansen's house has two bedrooms and a living room, with a total area of about 60 square meters. It was originally a staff building for the Salt Company and was bought by Old Chen ten years ago for 30,000 yuan.
By the time the house was demolished in 2020, a total of 480,000 yuan was paid in compensation.
It has increased sixteen times! "Take some time to talk to Lao Chen and ask him to buy both houses upstairs. After all, it is a business that is guaranteed to make money."
Chen Yansen was brushing his teeth while thinking about random things.
If you want to make money, you have to get some starting capital first! He calculated it last night, and he had just over 300 yuan on him, and he even took out the coins hidden in his smelly socks.
It seems that I have to borrow some money from Old Chen first! Anyway, when the old man is gone, the money will be his. I just use it in advance, no problem! Thinking of this, Chen Yansen wiped the water from his face, followed his memory, and walked into Comrade Chen Guobin's master bedroom.
Nightstand, second photo album.
Chen Yansen found two bank cards effortlessly. One belonged to Lao Chen, and the other belonged to his mother, whom he had never met.
For many years, Chen Guobin has deposited a sum of money into each of the two cards every year as a payment for Chen Yansen's college tuition and for his future marriage and children.
The password was told to him by Lao Chen himself!
In 2018, Lao Chen fell seriously ill. If he hadn’t tried his best to use his connections and find a hospital, he would most likely not have been saved.
After waking up, Lao Chen immediately told him the location and passwords of the two bank cards.
"A man like Lao Chen could actually give birth to a scumbag like me."
Chen Yansen smiled self-deprecatingly.
He turned to the last page of the album, which was a yellowed old photo. If it had not been plastic-sealed, it would have been tattered long ago.
In the photo, Chen Guobin is dressed in a suit and tie, with a tall and straight figure and a silly grin on his face. A gentle girl in a linen dress is leaning on his shoulder, with a smile and happiness on her face.
As someone who has been through it, Chen Yansen understands his father's feelings very well.
Feelings that fade away slowly usually don't torment people for too long; love that comes to an abrupt end will drive people crazy.
His wife died in childbirth, leaving behind a hungry child.
Old Chen acted as both father and mother to raise Chen Yansen.
Of course, no one is perfect. When he was a child, he was naughty and made Old Chen have a breakdown. The other party would kick him hard with his big feet without any hesitation.
He beat her, cried and cursed: "If it weren't for you, my wife wouldn't have died!"
Only then did he realize that for Chen Guobin, his son was just an accident and his wife was his true love.
After being beaten so many times, Chen Yansen's temper came out. He even stopped calling "Dad" and called him "Old Chen, Old Chen" all day long.
To a certain extent, the fighting spirit and enterprising spirit he displayed when he started his own business were also driven in by Old Chen.
"Mom, I'll use the money you saved for your son first, and I'll help you find a few more daughters-in-law in the future."
Chen Yansen smiled heartily at the photo.
After saying that, he put Lao Chen's bank card back to its place and put his mother's bank card into his pocket.
He took out his cell phone and called Wang Zihao.
"Mouse, meet at the crossroads in ten minutes."
Chen Yansen said bluntly.
"Go to an Internet cafe?"
Wang Zihao's words were slurred, and it was obvious that he had not yet woken up.
"Only children play games all day long. Daddy will take you to make money!"
Chen Yansen was speechless for a while and told the truth.
"Ah? You mean, to work during the summer vacation?"
Wang Zihao climbed out of the bed with a look of surprise.
It's almost August now, and ever since the college entrance examination, the two of them have been hanging out in Internet cafes and billiard rooms all day. Not only have they not thought about finding a summer job, they haven't even taken the driver's license test.
"What nonsense, come here immediately."
Chen Yansen was too lazy to talk to him and just hung up the phone.
Then he went downstairs, found a JetA bicycle in the corridor, sat on it, and rode slowly out.
Halfway through the ride, he remembered that he had not had breakfast.
So when he saw Wang Zihao, he immediately rushed over and yelled, "Damn you Chen Yansen, please be a decent person! You were supposed to be late in ten minutes, but you were late for half an hour."
Water splashed everywhere, spit flew everywhere! "Here, I brought you breakfast because I know you didn't eat."
Chen Yansen wiped his face in disgust, quietly took a step back, and took the initiative to hand over a cup of soy milk and a thousand-roll fried dough stick.
"You still have some conscience."
Wang Zihao chuckled, took it, and began to chew and swallow in big mouthfuls.
"By the way, why did you suddenly think of going to work during the summer vacation? You've run out of pocket money? I still have two hundred dollars, you can use it first."
Wang Zihao took a sip of soy milk and took out two hundred yuan from his pocket.
"Working? I will never work in my life."
Chen Yansen waved his hand.
"Are you going to take me to sell? I've told you in advance that my Wang family has a clean record and we will never sell our dignity or our bodies."
Wang Zihao laughed so frivolously that the fat on his belly kept shaking.
"You're dreaming. If you want to sell it, someone has to buy it."
Chen Yansen struck mercilessly.
Eighteen-year-old Wang Zihao is slightly plump and 1.78 meters tall, four centimeters shorter than him, and not handsome enough. Which rich woman can eat such coarse grains?
"What do you mean?"
Wang Zihao stared, obviously unconvinced.
"Literally."
Chen Yansen's tone was light, his eyes were mischievous, and his face was full of mockery.
"Forget it, let's not talk about this. Do you really want to break up with Zhou Keyuan?"
Wang Zihao changed the subject.
"Have I ever been with her? We weren't boyfriend and girlfriend, so there's no question of breaking up."
Chen Yansen asked back, looking nonchalant.
"That's true."
Although Wang Zihao couldn't understand the changes in his best friend's feelings, it was not difficult to tell from the other party's attitude that Zhou Keyuan was already a thing of the past.
"Internet cafes, luggage, digital audio and video, milk tea, clothing, supermarkets, mobile phones, beauty and daily necessities, idol stores..."
Chen Yansen stopped talking and turned his gaze to the rows of shops not far away.
He was considering which industry and which product to start with so that he could quickly make his first pot of gold.
Plans kept flashing through his mind, but he rejected them one by one.
"I know too little about this era. I'd better sweep the streets first before making a decision."
After pondering for a moment, Chen Yansen took the initiative to cut off his thoughts.
"I'm done eating, where are we going now?"
Wang Zihao wiped his mouth, looked up and asked.
"Street sweeping."
Chen Yansen jumped on his bike and rode south. Whenever he came across a store that interested him, he would stop, go in, look at the merchandise and ask about the prices.
"What on earth are you doing?"
Seeing how serious he was, Wang Zihao asked curiously.
"Talk less, learn more."
Chen Yansen did not explain and concentrated on studying the goods in the window.
"Noah 5200, priced at 850"
"Huatian K801, priced at 988"
"Sony Ericsson T303C, priced at 999"
"Bird V788, priced at 1388"
"Blue Magic MP3, priced at 159"
"Zhiguang MP4, priced at 399"
“…”
Chen Yansen recorded the prices with great interest, and a plan to make money gradually matured.
Before the full rollout of 4G networks, small marginal towns like Chunshen had a huge information gap with first-tier cities in terms of distribution and prices, whether it was clothing or digital products.
Information gap means money! "Haozi, accompany me to the Internet cafe again. I think I know how to make money."
Chen Yansen pulled Wang Zihao and ran out.
"Just focus on me instead of money. I'm dying of exhaustion."
Wang Zihao was sweating profusely. He had accompanied Chen Yansen to walk around four streets in the morning. His calves were shaking, and he almost fell to his knees when he was pulled by him.
"You're dreaming. It's almost like fucking your sister."
Chen Yansen stopped and waited for him, saying unhappily.
"You beast! My sister is only fourteen!"
Wang Zihao knew that his best friend was joking, but that didn't stop him from taking the opportunity to curse him.
"Haha, she is indeed fourteen years old this year, but her mind is scarier than that of a forty-year-old."
Chen Yansen cursed inwardly.
In his previous life, he almost stepped into the grave of marriage, and the culprit was Wang Zihao’s younger sister, Wang Ziyan.
Fortunately, he woke up in time, turned over a new leaf, and returned to the sea.
Don't go further down the wrong path.
"How could I, Chen Yansen, hang myself on a tree? I must stay away from her in this life."
Chen Yansen made up his mind silently.
(End of this chapter)
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