Why do you still need to roll up after being reborn?

Chapter 98 What to do if you have no money (third update)

"Ah"

Yin Shen, the scapegoat, suddenly sneezed out of nowhere at home, and a roar came from the living room outside, "Don't turn the air conditioner down so low."

In the cafe, Jiang Yan had returned to his original seat from Fan Jingjing's seat.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the other person's lost look, which made him feel a little guilty.

Then he raised his hand and touched his face. Is he so handsome?

When I looked up again and saw Song Jiawen's face, I immediately put my hands down, forget it, I'm just average-looking.

The novel was not too thick, and Song Jiawen read it very quickly. It didn't take long for her to finish it before throwing it on the table.

After drinking coffee and eating cake, the two got up and left.

From the beginning to the end, Song Jiawen didn't ask Fan Jingjing what she wanted from him. She seemed to have forgotten the matter and commented as if nothing had happened. The strawberry cake in this cafe was better than the coffee.

Jiang Yan glanced at her, remembered something, and asked, "By the way, which school did Yang Yi get admitted to?"

Song Jiawen squinted her eyes and thought for a moment. After the college entrance examination, she went to her aunt's house once and met Yang Jue, who had returned from summer vacation. At that time, they said that Yang Yi's first choice seemed to be Beicheng University, but she didn't know whether he had been admitted.

After her results came out, too many people came looking for her, so she stopped going to her aunt's house.

The two walked to the bus stop and waited for the bus. Fan Jingjing's father happened to drive to pick her up. After passing the bus stop, the car stopped.

The passenger window was lowered, and Fan Jingjing looked at Jiang Yan with a calm face, "Where are we going? I can give you a ride if you want."

Jiang Yan quickly shook his head, "I guess it's not my way, thank you!"

It's scary to see such a girl change her face so quickly. It's better to have less contact with her.

As the car drove away, Fan Jingjing's father looked in the rearview mirror and asked, "Your classmate?"

Fan Jingjing looked at the passing street scene outside the window, hummed slightly, and added after a while, "He is admitted to Beijing University."

"Kyoto University?"

Fan Jingjing's father looked surprised, "Didn't your school only get two exams in total? Which one is he?"

Neither.

But Fan Jingjing was too lazy to explain to her father. She leaned her head against the car window and remained silent.

Seeing her like this, Fan Jingjing's father guessed a possibility. After all, the girl next to the boy just now had such an outstanding face that it was difficult for people not to notice her.

He thought for a moment and said to his daughter, "I will drive you to Kyoto when school starts. Then you can call the boy and ask him if he wants to ride with us."

Hearing her father's words, Fan Jingjing became even more depressed. She wanted to give him a ride just now, but the look of avoiding him still stung her.

So, was the love letter she tore up in her second year of high school really written by Yin Shen?

But if it was Yin Shen, why was he the one who always showed obvious affection for her?

On the other side, Song Jiawen and Jiang Yan were waiting for the bus. Not long after they returned home, Huang Mao came up sweating profusely and holding an old computer.

When Jiang Yan saw it, he hurried over and took it from his hand, "How much did you collect today?"

"Eight units. If I hadn't brought enough money, I could have collected at least five units."

Huang Mao lifted up the hem of his T-shirt and wiped the sweat from his face, then said mysteriously, "Brother, guess where I went today?"

Jiang Yan looked down at the display screen, which was at least [-]% new. A flash of light flashed in his mind, and he turned to look at Huang Mao, "Did you go to Normal University? Or to medical school?"

Huang Mao looked surprised, "How did you guess it? Did you see it? No way, I went to the new district, I didn't go to the headquarters here."

<divclass="contentadv">However, Jiang Yan touched his chin and wondered, "It's August now, haven't the graduates left long ago? How can I still receive the old computer?"

It is obvious that the computers that Huang Maoshan collects today are all discarded by college students after graduation, and they are newer than those collected by ordinary residents in urban areas.

Huang Mao explained, "They are all graduate students who came back late from their internships. I heard them say that they only had to make up their thesis at school, so they delayed leaving until now."

It doesn't matter what the reason is, what matters is.

Jiang Yan stared at the computer on the ground and said thoughtfully, "The school campus is a big market."

"Brother, what are you talking about? Oh, I'd better go down and bring the rest up first, and I'll talk to you later."

Jiang Yan and Huang Mao went downstairs together. They brought up the remaining display screens and the host in one go, and went to take a shower again, sweating profusely.

When they came out, they saw Song Jiawen holding a popsicle in her mouth. She pointed at the display screen on the ground and said to the two of them, "The ones we picked up today are quite new. Are these not broken?"

Huang Mao nodded, "It's not broken. They are all college students who came to study from other places. They were too lazy to take them with them after graduation. The computer is very good, and it is a bit expensive accordingly, but this kind of computer is still better than the used one. There are so many, some of them may not need to be reinstalled, you can just bring them to the county and sell them, right bro?"

Jiang Yan didn't answer the question, "You said before that you wanted to go to Kyoto with me, so it's not impossible."

Huang Mao's eyes lit up, "Brother, do you agree?"

Jiang Yan has been teaching Huang Mao for a while, but he just can't learn how to assemble a computer. Huang Mao feels that he is useless. Without Jiang Yan, this business would not be possible.

As for returning to Jianghai Town and opening an Internet cafe, how much money can I make?

So during this period, Huang Mao has been wondering whether he can go to Kyoto with Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan had never let go before, but he didn't expect that things would turn around today.

"The main reason is that you gave me an idea today. Take computers from graduates, then re-make them and sell them to freshmen."

Of course, there is no shortage of smart businessmen anywhere. This kind of buying and selling of second-hand computers must be done in schools. However, Jiang Yan is very confident in his skills. He believes that the computers modified by his hands will definitely not be better than other computers. The difference between people is even better.

I just don’t know if I can rent a storefront in front of the school.

And more importantly, do they have enough money?

Although the two of them were very busy this year, they only earned more than 3 and less than [-], and that was the total of the two of them combined.

Every inch of land in Kyoto is at a premium, and you don’t know how much is needed for a small storefront.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yan felt a little depressed. Now that he was reborn, the admission notice from Beijing University in his hand was still of some value. What else was he doing?

If you work hard, just earn some hard-earned money.

Ugh.

"How about I become a shareholder?"

Jiang Yan and Huang Mao looked at Song Jiawen. She was sitting on a chair with her legs bent, counting on her fingers, "During this period, I painted fifteen paintings and sold them for fifteen thousand, plus the remaining money after spending all the money." The three thousand I ordered make a total of eighteen thousand.”

Huang Mao looked at her with envy on his face, "It's good to have a skill. You can sell a thousand paintings just by painting. How is it like me? You can only make money by working hard."

Jiang Yan sighed, "Don't forget that you still have to set aside your tuition and living expenses."

There won't be much left.

Finished the three chapters I owed last week!

See you tomorrow.