Now that I'm reborn, it's not too much to be a rich, white and beautiful woman, right?

After showing off their spicy hot pot, the three girls happily parted ways.

Zeng Xiaofan rode a bicycle. He felt the wind blowing past his ears. His hair fluttered in the wind. He cheered happily: "Chairman Mao, here I come! Soft sister currency, I love you!"

With a beating heart and trembling legs, she pedaled harder and harder.

As a reborn person, she knew very well what would happen in the next ten years. She had to work hard to realize her dream.

A quarter of an hour later, Zeng Xiaofan arrived at the shantytown in the old city that had not yet been demolished. Ten years later, this would become the most prosperous area in the south city. Real estate speculation was indeed a good project. But where would the money come from?

At this moment, she gradually calmed down and knew very well that the biggest problem she faced was how to get the first pot of gold and complete her original accumulation. The pain caused by not being able to make money in her previous life was still vivid in her mind.

Having no money is a big problem. It troubled Zeng Xiaofan in his previous life, and now it has become an insurmountable obstacle for Zeng Xiaofan after his rebirth.

After a while, Zeng Xiaofan went straight to Mige Internet Cafe, where he often went when he was a child. The owner's surname was Mi, so everyone respectfully called him Mige.

Pushing the door open, she held her breath and tried to quickly walk through the smoky hall. Along the way, a row of young people were playing Audition. Gao Yaotai's brainwashing songs lingered in the stale air. The young people were smoking cigarettes and chewing betel nuts. The spacebar was about to take off. The boss, Brother Mi, dared not say anything and could only watch with heartache...

Several non-mainstream girls with bangs covering their eyes were facing the computer camera, studying various angles to see if they could make their selfies look more impressive. There were also some playing go-karts, Dream, and CS.

The dazzling screens flashed by, as if I was on a speeding train.

Zeng Xiaofan quickly recharged his card, came to the private room, closed the door, and turned on his computer.

After her rebirth, she still looked like a social animal. She planned to make a PPT of money-making plan, but after turning on the computer, she was dumbfounded. The system in 07 had not been upgraded.

"Okay, let's not worry about the form and just write a document." She talked to herself excitedly.

Zeng Xiaofan solemnly typed in the typing column: Feasibility plan for making money: 1. Invest in real estate. 2. Invest in gold. 3. Invest in Bitcoin. 4. Invest in stocks. 5. Maotai distribution. 6. Start your own business.

Now, the overall direction has been determined, and the only thing missing is the start-up capital. Zeng Xiaofan fell into deep thought. Thinking of this, she went crazy: "Am I reborn as a lonely person? Is there no golden finger to give me at all?"

The reality is that there are only two solutions. One is to borrow money from parents or friends. Or take out a loan. Two is to start your own business and accumulate money.

There is no point in complaining, you still have to rely on yourself. Zeng Xiaofan got off the plane immediately, got on his bicycle, and rushed straight to his home.

I knocked on the door gently, and my father came to open the door in his slippers. Seeing that it was his daughter, he smiled brightly, revealing his yellow teeth caused by long-term smoking. He shouted loudly: "Wife, Xiaofan is back!"

Zhang Jianping, the mother, was cooking her specialty in the kitchen at the time. When she heard her daughter was back, she immediately ran out of the kitchen, forgetting to put down the kitchen knife.

My mother asked with concern: "Why didn't you bring back dirty clothes to wash today?"

"Sorry, Mom. I forgot."

"Look at your memory."

Although my parents always quarreled when they were young, they always loved their daughter. Family is always a warm harbor.

Zeng Xiaofan got straight to the point and said, "Dad, Mom. I need some money to start a business."

The old man frowned and looked at his daughter in disbelief.

"Doing business?"

Zeng Xiaofan nodded solemnly and told his parents: "You must support me this time."

"Come on, how many days did you go to the English training class that I signed you up for last time?" My mother stood at the kitchen door with her hands on her hips, expressing her objection.

"Mother, please listen to my explanation first."

"Come on." After saying that, my mother turned and went into the kitchen to continue cooking.

"You are a high school student who is about to take the college entrance examination. What are you thinking about all day? Do you have no money to go online again?" Dad said with a smirk on his face.

"Father, you understand me, so it is still necessary to make money."

Dad smiled and took out his wallet from his pocket, took out three hundred-dollar bills, and handed them to Zeng Xiaofan with a doting look on his face.

"That's all? It's not enough, Father."

"Don't push your luck!"

Dad estimated that high school girls began to care about their appearance. They had to buy their own food, clothing, housing and transportation. They also had to surf the Internet, go shopping and have dinner with their classmates. It was normal for them to have insufficient money.

Zeng Xiaofan quickly put the money in his pocket, fearing that his mother would see it.

After finishing his meal with satisfaction, he returned to his bedroom.

After searching through boxes and cabinets for two hours, I finally found the golden pig where I saved my New Year's money at the bottom of the closet. I thought, success or failure depends on this one move.

She was so determined that she smashed the money hard. After counting, she was surprised to find that she had saved more than 07 yuan. For a high school student in , this little money was enough to make her a wealthy woman, but it was useless for her entrepreneurial plan. Plus the yuan given by her father.

Zeng Xiaofan lay in bed tossing and turning, unable to sleep, thinking about what he could do with the two thousand yuan to make a small investment. So he got up and called Chen Cheng and Zhou Jiaqi. They agreed to meet at the entrance of Migo Internet Cafe tomorrow.

When the two guys heard that Zeng Xiaofan was now a wealthy woman with more than 2,000 yuan in cash, they couldn't wait to go out for a meal.

The next day, Zeng Xiaofan was ready to go, and he rode his bike to Migo Internet Cafe with great enthusiasm to announce his plan to Zhou Jiaqi and Chen Cheng.

"Buy shares?"

The two guys asked in unison.

“You want us to invest?”

"Yes, are you interested in investing? I have a project that will definitely make money. What I'm lacking now is some start-up capital."

Chen Cheng spread his hands and said, "I only have five dollars of pocket money every day."

Zhou Jiaqi shrugged: "I am even worse off than Chen Cheng. I only have two yuan for breakfast every day, which can only buy two buns. If I buy shares, I won't even be able to have breakfast."

Zeng Xiaofan persuaded earnestly: "Please, now is a good time. Take out all the New Year's money you saved."

Zhou Jiaqi said with a bitter face: "My New Year's money was confiscated by my mother on the spot."

Chen Cheng: "My New Year's money was borrowed by my brother. He has never returned it since I was a child!"

Zeng Xiaofan: “….”

What does it mean that a penny can make a hero fall? At this moment, Zeng Xiaofan had a concrete and profound understanding of it.

It’s so damn hard to make money.