Chapter 3: Making money is really not easy
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.
Dad Jiang Zhenghong was sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper, humming "Clouds of Hometown", 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.
"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 is it? Are you sure?"
"One foot has already stepped into the door of the key point."
"You little brat, you're talking so confidently, are you serious?" Ms. Yuan Youqin looked at him with a little suspicion.
Jiang Zhenghong was very considerate: "You must have some ideas in mind if you dare to say such big words. 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’s about making money.”
Ms. Yuan Youqin thought for a moment and said, "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 sharply: "Is there such a good thing? Then I will do it too!"
"Go away, go away. Three hundred is enough for me to buy a new set. I wash the pots and dishes every day and no one gives me three hundred. Go wash your hands and have dinner!"
"Alas, my business has collapsed 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, from now on you will be the chairman's mother!"
"I'm quite content with you being the general manager. Oh, by the way, I asked your uncle at noon. Are you going to Zhengfang Driving School to learn how to drive in a few days?"
"Let's talk about driving lessons later. I have important things to do right now."
Jiang Qin took the money and went back to the bedroom. He turned on the computer, found Guo Zihang's QQ number, and told him to meet at Central Street early the next 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 QQ friend list on the computer.
Chu Siqi's chat box was pinned? Jiang Qin moved the mouse over and directly unpinned it, then 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 to 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 visiting Space? How many years have I not heard such an old sentence? Do you want to visit again? The next morning, the sky was clear, the sun was warm and the wind was calm.
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 experience it!"
"Stop talking nonsense. Have you seen the man selling lunch boxes? Go and ask him how much they cost."
Guo Zihang looked in the direction of Jiang Qin's finger and his face turned pale instantly: "Are we going to have boxed lunches at noon?"
Jiang Qin narrowed his eyes and didn't say anything directly: "Go ask first. Don't worry, I won't treat you unfairly."
"oh."
Guo Zihang walked over sullenly and asked about the price. The prices in 2008 were not too high. A lunch box with shredded potatoes cost two yuan, one with some minced meat cost three yuan, a chicken leg with shredded potatoes cost five yuan, and a chicken leg with a poached egg cost six 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.
Although the lunch boxes were nothing special, they were better than instant noodles, right? So, the two-yuan boxes were sold for four yuan, the five-yuan boxes for seven yuan, and the six-yuan boxes for nine yuan. In the end, only two boxes of chicken legs and poached eggs were left, and 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 extremely tired. He was panting with his tongue hanging out, and sweat was dripping 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.
But Jiang Qin was not disappointed. How much profit could he expect from a capital of 200 yuan? It couldn'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 principal is larger, and you want to trade something valuable? The doubling of 78 is still 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 you doing tomorrow?"
"What the hell, I'm almost dead tired, I only made 78, and I gave you 50, the rest is enough to buy a pack of cigarettes."
Jiang Qin was cursing, but he was actually thinking about how to make his first pot of gold.
Where can I make my first pot of gold? Those reborn Dogecoins in online novels can easily make big business, why can't it be the same for me? If it doesn't work, I'll go back and persuade the couple to sell the 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 200 yuan lunch box for?"
Jiang Qin took the cigarette and raised his head calmly: "Four hundred and sixty."
Guo Zihang was stunned. Isn’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.
(End of this chapter)
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