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Chapter 3: Making Money Isn’t Easy
TL: Etude
After leaving the Fanhuali unity, Jiang Qin headed straight for home.
His 120-square-meter apartment with three bedrooms, a living room to the left and a kit to the right, held almost all of Jiang Qin’s cherished memories.
His mother, Yuan Youqin, was cooking, her chopping oting board loud and clear, a sound indicative of a meat dish, and oh bo that.
His father, Jiang Zhenghong, sat on the sofa reading the neer, humming “The Clouds of My Hometown,” his slippers dangling from his toes.
Feeling the familiar warmth of home, Jiang Qin couldn’t help but bee seal.
Having drifted iy for many years, he realized he was still a rootless duckweed; his roots were here, making this p irrepceable home.
Especially seeing his parents suddenly looking youhe feeling was truly wondrous.
“I’m back!”
Jiang Zhenghong squi him: “Finished your exams?”
Yuan Youqin also peeked out from the kit: “How did it go? Are you fident?”
“One foot is already in the door of the top uies.”
“You brat, speaking so fidently, is that true or false?” Yuan Youqin eyed him skeptically.
Jiang Zhenghong, however, was supportive: “If he dares to make such a bold cim, he must have some assurance. Let’s have a good drink tonight, father and son!”
Jiang Qin waved his hand and ht refused: “Dad, I’ve decided. I want to start a business during the summer break. I ’t afford to waste any time.”
“Start a business?”
“It means making money.”
Yuan Youqin pondered for a moment: “Then after dinner, you wash the dishes. Five yuan for each dish, ten for the pot.”
Jiang Qin sighed but didn’t argue: “Let me wash the dishes and pots, how about 300 yuan in total?”
After hearing this, Jiang Zhenghong suddenly looked up: “Is there such a good deal? Then I’ll do it too!”
“Go away. 300 is enough for me to buy a new set. I wash dishes and pots every day and no one gives me 300. Go wash your hands for dinner!”
“As, my business venture has ended before it even began.”
With a sigh, Jiang Qin washed his hands and joined his parents for dinner.
Befoing to bed, Yuan Youqin came out of the bedroom and stuffed five Mao Zedong notes into his hand.
She khat after high school, it was like letting a wild horse loose. Hanging out with cssmates and singing would ohe offer of five yuan for dishwashing was just her being stubbor soft-hearted.
Holding the five hundred yuan, Jiang Qin’s heart was slightly sour.
Which big entrepreneur started with only five hundred? But still, it was better than nothing.
“Mrs. Yuan, from now on, you’re the mother of a chairman!”
“You being a general manager would satisfy me. Oh, and I asked your u noon. Will you go to Zhengfang Driving School to learn driving in a few days?”
“I’ll talk about driving lessons ter; I have important things to dht now.”
Taking the money, Jiang Qiuro his room, turned on the puter, and found Guo Zihang’s QQ at, telling him to meet at tral Street early the m.
Guo Zihang asked what they were going to do. Jiang Qin didn’t specify, only mentioning he had five hundred yuan, which made Guo Zihang eagerly call him brother.
After arranging tomorrow’s pn, Jiang Qin casually opened Baidu, intending to browse the o recall memories of key points like demolition and restru, policy ges, stock market status, market premiums, all in preparation fetting rich.
But before the webpage loaded, his gaze settled on his QQ friend list.
Was Chu Siqi’s chat box pio the top?
Jiang Qin moved his mouse over and immediately unpi, locked his own space, and ged his non-mainstream profile picture.
After these adjustments, he g his personal signature and ged at what he saw.
[“I love you, what’s it to you?”]
Embarrassed, Jiang Qin spped his forehead, quickly deleted it, and repced it with a song lyri the previous day.
After ging his signature, Jiang Qin noticed that Chu Siqi, who was offline just a moment ago, had suddenly e online, and her avatar was fshing, obviously indig a new message.
He casually ope and then closed it disiedly.
She asked why he suddenly closed his spad ordered him to reopen it, saying she wao ‘step’ on his space.
‘Step’ on his space? It had been years since he’d heard su old-fashioned phrase. Did she also want to ‘run a hall’?
The day dawned clear and sunny, with a gentle, warm breeze.
Jiang Qin rode his bike out and arrived at Pingya Road’s pedestrian street.
This street was the busiest ercial pedestrian street in Jizhou City. Before the old market was renovated, it was a fiercely tested golden spot for various vendors. Due to intense petition and price wars, the items here were retively inexpensive.
Guo Zihaiced by the five hundred yuan in Jiang Qin’s pocket, pedaled quickly and arrived at the meeting spot drenched i.
“Bro Jiang, how do you pn to spend the 500 yuan? I’ve never been to a bar. Should we try it out?”
“Stop talking nonsense. Do you see that uncle selling boxed lunches over there? Go ask how much they cost.”
Guo Zihang looked in the dire Jiang Qin pointed and his face paled: “We’re having boxed lunches for lunch?”
Jiang Qin squinted his eyes, not saying much: “Just go and ask. Don’t worry, I won’t let you down.”
“Oh.”
Guo Zihang trudged over and asked. In 2008, prices weren’t too high: boxed lunches with shredded potato were two yuan, three yuan with some minced meat, five with a chi leg and shredded potato, and six with a chi leg and a fried egg.
Jiang Qin looked at the time, thought for a moment, hahe vendor two hundred yuan, and told him just to keep making them without questions.
Then, he found two cardboard boxes, packed some of the ready meals, and took Guo Zihang to a street full of i cafes.
Entering one of the cafes, Jiang Qin handed a pack of Yuxi cigarettes he bought on the way to the manager and began selling his boxed luhe gamers who had been online all night were starving, unwilling to go out to eat, and were immediately tempted by the meals delivered right to their door.
Although boxed lunches were nothing special, they were surely better than instant noodles, right? So, two-yuan meals were sold for four, five-yuan ones for seven, and six-yuan ones for nine. In the end, except for two chi leg and egg lunches, everything sold out.
From seven in the m until one iernoon, they made three rounds bad forth, switg between five different i cafes and even raised the prices twice.
Exhausted, Guo Zihang anting heavily, sweat dripping down his forehead.
Jiang Qin’s back was soaked with sweat too. He sat on the curb, wiping his brow and ting the money.
The two hundred yuan worth of boxed lunches sold for three hundred ay-eight, leaving two chi leg lunches, one for each of them.
He wasn’t doing this just for the money, but rather to crify his thoughts. It seemed the approach was viable; money could be made, but the profit margin was too thin.
However, Jiang Qin wasn’t disappointed. What signifit profit could one expect from an initial iment of two hundred yuan? Surely not thousands.
He had never done business before his rebirth. Today’s venture was solely to experiehe feeling of making money.
But to be ho, it felt like a loss. Just the Yuxi cigarettes cost over a hundred yuan, plus half a day’s time. They were exhausted like dogs for a mere seve yuan profit.
But what if he had more capital a with more valuable items? A seve yuan profit er sums could be quite good.
Jiang Qin handed Guo Zihang fifty yuan. No longer pining, Guo Zihang eagerly thanked him.
“Bro, are we doing this again tomorrow?”
“Hell no, I’m almost dead tired. We only made seve yuan, and I already gave you fifty. The rest is barely enough to buy a pack of cigarettes.”
Grumbling, Jiang Qin was still internally calg his pns for his first bucket of gold.
Where could he earn that first bucket of gold? In web novels, those reborn characters easily make big deals. Why couldn’t he do the same? If nothing worked, he might as well vince his parents to sell the house and i in Bit and Moutai stocks.
At that moment, the lunchbox vendor, holding a spatu, approached. He looked at Jiang Qin and then came over mysteriously, a Bai Jiangjun cigarette.
“How much did you sell the boxed lunches for, the ohat cost two hundred yuan?”
Jiang Qin took the cigarette, calmly lifted his head, and replied, “Four hundred and sixty.”
Guo Zihang was surprised, wasn’t it three hundred ay-eight?
But seeing Jiang Qin’s posed demeanor, he didn’t dare speak up and just hung his head silently.
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