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

South City, Baolin Lane.

"Dad, Mom, I want to go to Yanjing." Zeng Xiaofan said to his parents seriously.

The old man who was picking up food at the side suddenly raised his head and looked Zeng Xiaofan up and down.

"You are so arrogant. You are so young, yet you dare to venture into Yanjing."

"You'll be alone from now on, can you handle it?"

"Of course." Zeng Xiaofan answered confidently.

When my mother heard this, she immediately became anxious: "No, you are just a little girl, going to such a far place. Who will take care of you?"

"Mom, don't worry, I'm not a three-year-old child anymore. I can take good care of myself."

"It's hard to worry about a little girl going to such a far place without her parents around."

Zeng Xiaofan, as a reborn person, naturally knew very well that the times would change dramatically in the next ten years. Therefore, going to Beijing to earn the first pot of gold was her first step. There was no need to explain to her parents that she was reborn.

"I think you just want to get rid of us two old guys! You want to stay away from us, right?" Dad said jokingly.

"Tell me the truth, are you in love?"

"I finally got into college. Why bother with love? Studying is more important."

In the next hour or so, Zeng Xiaofan analyzed from various angles why he had to go to Yanjing, and finally got his parents' consent.

Before my rebirth, I was confused, had no opinion, and just went with the flow. I listened to my parents at home, my teachers at school, and my boss at work. I had no plans for the future, and I muddled through until I was 30.

The bloody lessons from his previous life taught Zeng Xiaofan that it is better to control one's own life. People cannot teach others, but things can teach people once and for all.

After finally convincing his parents, Zeng Xiaofan returned to his room and pondered over his business plan. If you want to do something, you must take action.

I opened my wallet and counted it. I treated Zhou Jiaqi and Chen Cheng to a McDonald's dinner yesterday, and with the money my dad gave me, I still had two thousand yuan. I wanted to do something with two thousand yuan, but it was not enough to do anything. But I could spend it on shopping and show off in a few minutes.

Finally, I came to the conclusion that I could only start a business with light assets. My current assets are only 2,000 yuan in cash and a bicycle. Thinking of the bicycle, Zeng Xiaofan's eyes lit up. He jumped up quickly.

I turned on the computer and quickly typed: Wubatongcheng.

In his previous life, he was a social animal and didn’t save much money. Instead, he often had to sell his things on second-hand platforms to make ends meet. This unpleasant experience turned out to be a gift. Now Zeng Xiaofan has learned from his experience and directly posted his bicycle information.

"I'm going to study in another city, so I'm selling my 90% new bicycle for a low price. If you need anything, please call me. I saw the information on Wuba Tongcheng."

Next, Zeng Xiaofan opened Taobao and searched for bicycles. The average price was around 300 to 500. This business was promising. After all, she didn't have much money, so she could only start a light-asset business! She patiently continued to discuss the details with the seller. She chose the one that cost 400, free shipping. It didn't include installation, and it could only be shipped by logistics, so she had to pick it up at the logistics station.

After finishing the work at hand, Zeng Xiaofan opened his QQ which had been closed for a long time.

Seeing the signature from that year was really eye-catching: "Is the departure of the leaves the pursuit of the wind, or the unwillingness of the tree to keep them?" It was too childish. She quickly deleted the signature. She created a group: "Moneymaking Squad". She pulled her best friends Chen Cheng and Zhou Jiaqi into it.

Chen Cheng Online Didi: "What is the money-making squad?"

Zhou Jiaqi: "Are there any activities? If not, come and play Fantasy."

Zeng Xiaofan asked: "How are you going to spend your summer vacation?"

Chen Cheng's family sells fish in the market. Chen Cheng answered honestly: "My mother asked me to help her kill fish."

Zhou Jiaqi: "My husband is always stingy. I want to distribute flyers. I can earn 60 yuan a day."

Zeng Xiaofan: "Come and help me tighten the screws if you have nothing to do."

"????"

Zhou Jiaqi, Chen Cheng, black question mark face.

Zeng Xiaofan, who had just left the factory, was very busy. The bicycle she was riding was bought by her father last semester. It was still in very good condition, just covered with dust and mud. In order to make it look better, Zeng Xiaofan was busy polishing the bicycle in the yard.

Soon, the first call came.

"Hello, do you have a 90% new bicycle here?" a male voice asked politely on the other end of the phone.

"Yes, dear."

"May I ask what your specific address is? Is it convenient for me to come over and take a look now?"

"Sure, the Migo Internet Cafe next to Baolin Lane in the East District of South City, do you know it?"

"I know. I'll leave right away."

"Okay, see you later."

The man who came was a dark-skinned boy, about 1.7 meters tall. Seeing Zeng Xiaofan standing next to the bicycle, he waved and ran over, carefully examining every detail of the bicycle.

After a while, the boy asked, "How much?"

Zeng Xiaofan got straight to the point: "Eight hundred."

The boy hesitated and said, "Can it be cheaper? I'm very poor."

"Honey, no bargaining, it cost more than a thousand when I bought it!"

The boy said, "Just five hundred, boss, just consider it as making friends."

Zeng Xiaofan: "The minimum is 700. You can check out the quality. If you take good care of it, this bicycle can be passed down to your next generation."

The boy smiled. This pretty little girl in front of him spoke so maturely and interestingly. So he took out his wallet, counted the money, and handed it to Zeng Xiaofan.

Zeng Xiaofan took the money and was about to turn around and walk back when the boy called her.

"Can I add you on QQ?"

"This way I can find you easily if there are any problems," the boy added.

Zeng Xiaofan didn't think too much and told him his QQ number. The boy said, "I'll add you later, don't forget to accept." After that, the boy rode away on his bike, and Zeng Xiaofan also turned around and went home.

The first order went smoothly, and the next step was to wait for the bicycle to be delivered by the Taobao seller. Thinking that the start-up capital had increased by another 700 yuan, she was full of confidence.

Nowadays, there are classes between people. After experiencing the beatings of society, Zeng Xiaofan, who was nearly 30 years old in his previous life, finally understood this truth.

Even if you are a reborn person with a different vision and pattern from ordinary people, without a system, without funds, and without connections, if you want to complete the original accumulation, you can only do it step by step, slowly.

Ms. Zhang Jianping, who was sweeping the floor at the doorstep, was surprised to see her daughter riding her bike and coming back on foot.

Puzzled, he asked, "Zeng Xiaofan, where is your car?"

"What? Sold it? Why didn't you discuss it with your family and just act on your own?" Mom complained.

"My father usually drives himself, so he doesn't need to ride. And you, with your cold legs, are even less able to ride. So after I went to school, my bicycle was just left in a corner, gathering dust. Until one day you found it in some corner, and then you decided to sell it for scrap metal."

"Instead of that, it's better to sell it now," Zeng Xiaofan added.

"How much did it cost?"

"Seven hundred."

"I've been riding for so long, so I've made some money. That's great. You have your own ideas now. I'll keep the money for you."

"Come on, this is my start-up capital."