Two hundred and four hundred and sixty?
Can you earn two and a half days' worth of money in one day?
The old man selling lunch boxes immediately became envious, smiled foolishly, pulled up his trouser legs, and squatted next to Jiang Qin. The body odor mixed with oily smell and cigarette smell hit Jiang Qin's face, which immediately made him feel a little intoxicated.
However, Jiang Qin did not say anything. He just moved to the side and put the cigarette handed to him by the old man on his ear.
He doesn't look like a high school graduate at all now, but more like a veteran who dropped out of school and is now making a living.
"Hey, can you tell me the address of your lunch box store?"
Jiang Qin seemed to have expected it and raised two fingers very skillfully: "Uncle, give me two hundred yuan and I will tell you the address."
The uncle's eyes were as big as copper bells, and his shrewdness shot out lightning: "Two hundred yuan? I can barely make two hundred in a day's work here!"
"Can't you make four hundred if you change the address?"
"Then you tell me first, I'll estimate if it's worth it." The uncle selling lunch boxes was a little hesitant. Two hundred yuan is not a small amount.
"We just went to a street of Internet cafes."
"The east end of Xinghai Road?"
"Yes."
"I thought it was a good place. Business there is indeed good, but the urban management is too strict. I went there once and my car was confiscated, and I haven't gotten it back yet."
"I haven't finished yet. Give me two hundred yuan and I'll continue. If you think it's not suitable, I'll give it back to you. I'm still a student. I won't cheat you, right?" Jiang Qin's voice was full of temptation.
The lunch seller hesitated for a while, then took out two hundred yuan from his pocket: "Tell me, if it's not worth it, I want a refund."
Jiang Qin rolled up the two hundred yuan and stuffed it into his pocket: "There is a foot massage parlor called Shuiyunjian on that street. There is a big yard inside the door. The fire escapes of seven Internet cafes all lead directly to that yard. Also, the old man guarding the gate likes to smoke Hongtashan cigarettes. The most important thing is that there is no urban management there."
"What's the use of the old man guarding the gate? How dare he let me in to sell lunch boxes?"
Jiang Qin smiled indifferently: "He is the biological father of the owner of Shuiyunjian. He guards the gate because he is bored at home."
The lunch seller pondered for a while, and his face suddenly lit up: "Come on, man, I won't charge you for lunch boxes next time."
"Okay, okay."
"You've already figured out all the details about foot massage parlors at such a young age. You'll have a bright future!"
Jiang Qin clasped his hands and bowed: "Thank you!"
Guo Zihang next to him was stunned for a long time, then grabbed Jiang Qin with some trembling, his eyes full of envy: "Old Jiang, have you been to such a magical place as a foot massage parlor?"
"It's a must for any man."
"Ah?"
"Okay, stop it. I made money today. I'll treat you to something good."
Jiang Qin stood up, patted his butt, and walked forward along the main road with the huge sum of more than 700 yuan in his pocket.
Looking at his back as he walked away in a leisurely manner, Guo Zihang was slightly stunned. He felt that his good friend seemed to have a sense of maturity that came from having experienced many vicissitudes of life.
He was like the person in a TV drama who had seen through life. Although he still had smiles and anger on his face, his eyes were extremely deep and sharp, as if he could see through the essence of things. They had just worked so hard and had been running around for the whole morning and had only sold over 300 items. The profit was not even enough to buy cigarettes, but Jiang Qin dared to say that he had earned 460 yuan.
The most important thing is that the uncle selling lunch boxes had a shrewd look on his face, but I was finally fooled by him and spent 200 yuan just to buy an address.
Guo Zihang couldn't talk nonsense with adults without showing any shyness. He didn't even dare to bargain when buying groceries for his mother.
No wonder he didn't even care about his failed confession.
People in the class thought he was pretending and that he just wanted to retain some pitiful and pathetic dignity for himself, but at this moment Guo Zihang began to believe Jiang Qin a little. He might really not take this matter to heart.
However, when Chu Siqi was mentioned, Guo Zihang's gossipy spirit began to burn again.
"Old Jiang, how's the relationship between you and Goddess Chu going?"
Jiang Qin turned his head and looked at him: "What could possibly happen between her and me?"
"You've liked her for three years. Is it over just like that? She said she would consider it after entering university!" Guo Zihang kept asking. He really didn't understand. She would obviously go to university after the summer vacation. It would be a shame to give up now.
"She said college? I don't want to wait any longer. If pretty girls are reliable, even pigs will climb trees."
Jiang Qin said expressionlessly, his words full of sarcasm towards love.
Dating delays making money, being a bootlicker delays your life. The bloody lessons from previous lives are enough to prove this point. Women only affect the speed of making money and are useless beyond that.
He had experienced the pain of secret love during adolescence and felt the horror of a three hundred thousand yuan dowry. It wasn't that he had no interest in women, but he felt that he should once again prioritize things in life.
"But... these are all your guesses. Maybe Chu Siqi really plans to date you as soon as you enter college. Don't you feel at a loss if you give up now?"
"Old Guo, once a man has this idea, it's basically like a prisoner in his own circle. This is true for love or work. If it's not in your hands, don't believe what others say."
Jiang Qin's eyes deepened a little, and he suddenly remembered the promise he got when he first joined the company.
Project dividends, company shares, overseas travel, and living allowances for immediate family members, these are the same as Chu Siqi saying that if you work harder, she will date you. They are all legends that everyone knows about but no one has seen.
If she has hope in something that is said in legend, she might as well believe in the light.
When he thought of this, Jiang Qin couldn't help but think of Tiga. What kind of cosmic hero is that? He's just a deadbeat.
He borrowed my light back then, and he ran away very quickly during the fight against Gatanjea, but later his future became bleak. This guy never even mentioned returning my light.
Don't be a bootlicker at anything, don't be a social slave at anything, and work hard to make money. This is the right way to live.
At the same time, Guo Zihang suddenly began to scratch his head rapidly, making a hissing sound from his mouth.
Jiang Qin found it strange and couldn't help but stare at him for a few seconds.
"What's wrong with you? Did you not wash your hair before going out?"
"No, I feel like after listening to you, I'm going to grow a brain in my head."
"????"
At four o'clock in the afternoon, Jiang Qin and Guo Zihang walked out of the restaurant, already full of food and drink.
However, Guo Zihang still couldn't forget places like bars, and wanted to ask Jiang Qin to take him to experience it. But before they took a few steps, two familiar figures appeared in front of them.
One is the math representative in the class, Wang Huiru, and the other is the class beauty, Chu Siqi.
Two girls were walking out of the pedestrian street arm in arm, one holding a starch sausage and the other holding a candied haws.
The hot summer weather made them sweat profusely, even their beautiful hair was wet, their faces became pink and moist from the heat, and their rapid breathing caused their chests, which had just begun to grow, to rise and fall constantly.
Wang Huiru is very pretty, with a girlish look and two dimples when she smiles. She is wearing overalls and looks youthful and lively. If you look at her alone, you can consider her a beauty, but she has no advantage when walking next to Chu Siqi.
Chu Siqi was wearing a beige long skirt today, the hem of which fell to her knees. Her eyes were lively and bright, her facial features were delicate, her lips were full and red, and her skin was whiter than snow. Wang Huiru beside her seemed like a foil.
When the four people met, the first person to react was Wang Huiru, who had been looking forward. She immediately raised her hand and greeted them.
"Jiang Qin, Guo Zihang, why are you here?"
Hearing someone calling him, Jiang Qin subconsciously looked up, and his eyes accidentally met Chu Siqi's in the bustling crowd.
Then he stopped smiling and turned his head away indifferently.
Perhaps because of the memories of his past life, Jiang Qin always had a God's perspective when looking at interpersonal relationships, so he really had no good feelings towards Chu Siqi.
But his soul, which was nearly forty years old, had brought him enough maturity and stability, so that he would not turn around and leave, but it was limited to this extent.