Chapter 3: It's really not easy to make money

Chapter 3: It's really not easy to make money

Chapter 3 Making money is really not easy

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

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

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

Qin Dad Jiang Zhenghong was sitting on the sofa to read the newspaper, humming "The Cloud of the Hometown" in his mouth, and his slippers shook on the 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 of the key point.

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

Jiang Zhenghong was very considerate: "You must be a little worried 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've thought about it. I want to start a business during the summer vacation, and I can't waste any time."

Start a business?

Just make 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 anything: "You can 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, go, three hundred is enough for me to buy a new set. I clean 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 Mao Zedong cards into his hand.

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

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

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 lunch boxes, they are still 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 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, changed 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 Qins back was also soaked with sweat. He squatted on the side of the road, wiping his sweat and counting money.

The 200-yuan lunch box sold for 378 yuan, and there were still two boxes of chicken leg rice left, just enough for two people each.

Actually, he did this not 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 is not disappointed. How much profit do you want with a principal of 200 yuan?

It cant be tens of thousands.

He had never done business before he was reborn. He played this game today just to feel the feeling of making money.

But to be honest, it was a bit of a loss. Guang Yuxi gave me five boxes, which cost me more than 100 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 70 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, holding the money in his hands and shouted "Thank you, brother."

Brother, what are you still doing tomorrow?

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

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

Where can I make the first pot of gold?

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

It was really impossible to go back and persuade the couple to sell the house and buy Bitcoin and Moutai stocks directly.

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 white general.

How much did your 200-yuan lunch box cost?

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

Guo Zihang was stunned for a moment, wasnt 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.