Catering God

Chapter 78 The First Franchisee
Chen Jingyu's face was flushed, and I wonder if she was enjoying Jiang Feng's massage service.

However, just when Jiang Feng was getting excited, Chen Jingyu's phone rang.

"Ahem..." Jiang Feng coughed twice, "Who's calling?"

"Yuanyuan."

Ha ha.

Jiang Feng didn't even have to think about it, Yuan Huatian was probably here to check on him again.

I really don’t know what benefits Chen Tiankuo gave her to make her so dedicated and responsible.

"Then answer the phone first."

Jiang Feng said this, but he still held Chen Jingyu's feet in his hands and had no intention of letting go.

It would be fun to do evil things under the nose of Eunuch Yuan.

As soon as Chen Jingyu answered the phone, Gao Jiayuan's voice came from the phone.

"Yuyu, are you out playing again?"

"Well, Jiang Feng and I are together. We just finished dinner."

"When will you be back?"

"In a moment..."

As Chen Jingyu spoke, she suddenly frowned.

Just because a scoundrel secretly tickled the soles of her feet while she was talking.

Chen Jingyu tried to break free from Jiang Feng's prank.

Unexpectedly, he became even more excited, with a rogue smile that said "What can you do to me?", which made him very annoying.

next second...

"Ouch, shit!"

Gao Jiayuan heard Jiang Feng's cry of pain on the other end of the phone and asked curiously, "Hey, isn't this Jiang Feng's voice? What's wrong with him?"

Chen Jingyu glanced around.

Jiang Feng, who had just hit the car window and was now covering the back of his head, had put on a mask of pain.

"Nothing. He hit his head getting in the car."

"Oh, that's fine. Come back early. I bought some popcorn and will be waiting for you to come back to watch the DVD."

Wait until the phone hangs up.

Jiang Feng then took a deep breath and complained:

"Dead fish, you kicked me too hard. What if my brain is damaged?"

"Who told you to tickle me..."

It was the first time that Chen Jingyu rolled her eyes.

There seemed to be a hint of arrogance in those cold and beautiful eyes.

……

This afternoon.

"It feels so good now that I have a network cable installed. I don't have to deal with that crappy network card anymore!"

Wang Tang sat in front of the computer, refreshing the web page, looking relaxed.

At Jiang Feng's suggestion, an Internet cable was moved into the dormitory.

Before, we relied on a network card to access the Internet in the dormitory, but this thing could only be used to browse the web, send and receive emails, and log in to QQ. Most of the time, the Internet speed was relatively slow, and the traffic was very expensive. An annual package could even cost more than a thousand yuan.

So at most they would play Warcraft and Red Alert in the dormitory and watch DVDs on the computer. If they really wanted to go online, they had to go out and find an Internet cafe.

"If I hadn't given the dorm manager a Liqun cable, do you think he would have let us bring the internet cable in?"

Strictly speaking, it is not allowed to privately install network cables in the dormitory.

But there are always more solutions than problems. The teachers will not come to check the dormitories. The only obstacle is the dormitory manager. It is not easy to ask the dormitory manager to turn a blind eye, right?

The first thing Jiang Feng did when he came to school was to establish a good relationship with the dormitory manager.

I usually give her a lot of cigarettes and alcohol as gifts.

According to school regulations, students are not allowed to stay out overnight from Monday to Thursday, and the dormitory supervisor will come to check on them at night. However, Jiang Feng's dormitory is the only one in the entire building that does not require nighttime inspections. If there is anything, just call the dormitory supervisor.

"Brother Jiang is still awesome."

Wang Tang immediately became a praise party.

After all, with Jiang Feng's arrangement, everyone in their dormitory benefited from it.

Zhao Jiuguang suddenly poked his head down from the upper bunk and said angrily, "Damn it! My crappy phone isn't responding when I plug it into the charger. Huang Hao, can you help me check if the charging port is broken?"

Huang Hao was sitting next to Wang Tang, playing 4399 with him. When he heard Zhao Jiuguang calling him, he stood up, took the phone, checked the charging port, and said:
"This is most likely because the charging port is broken."

"Fk, this problem has been happening all the time recently. I might as well change my phone." Zhao Jiuguang said with a generous attitude.

Huang Hao said, "That's not necessary. Go buy some spare parts tomorrow and I'll replace the charging port for you."

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to bother. I just want to change my phone recently."

The conversation between the two.

It just happened to attract Jiang Feng's attention.

He shifted his gaze from the laptop screen, raised his head and asked curiously, "Huang Hao, can you repair cell phones?"

"Of course……"

Huang Hao said this, turned around and took out his full set of equipment for repairing mobile phones from the cabinet and showed it to Jiang Feng, and threw his own mobile phone to Jiang Feng to see.

"Before I couldn't afford a new phone, I figured it out on my own. Look at the phone I have now. It's a Motorola shell with a Nokia motherboard. It originally had buttons, but I changed it to a touch screen."

Jiang Feng looked at this phone that was almost DIY assembled and felt very novel: "Not bad, Huang Hao, I didn't expect you to have such a skill."

suddenly.

He seemed to have thought of something.

Then he asked, "Do you want to make money? I'll introduce you to a way."

"What kind of business?" Huang Hao looked puzzled. "You don't want me to make money repairing cell phones, do you? I tried that in high school, but I didn't make much money repairing cell phones, and it was a hassle. Plus, I don't like to overcharge people."

The income from repairing phones in a mobile phone shop can only be considered as additional income, and the bulk of the income comes from selling phones.

Unless he is willing to rip people off, but Huang Hao is careless and doesn't like to do these things.

Moreover, he was a student and had no stable source of customers.

"It's definitely not profitable just to repair cell phones."

Jiang Feng shook his head and then expressed his thoughts:
"Our school has a flea market. You can buy some broken phones for cheap. For example, broken screens, broken buttons... These broken phones are not worth much, but you have the skills. After buying them, you can fix them and sell them. You can make at least 100 or 200 yuan. If it's a high-end phone, the profit margin is even higher."

Jiang Feng said this.

Huang Hao pondered for a while, and suddenly his eyes lit up, as if he was enlightened.

"Yeah, why didn't I think of that?"

He patted his thigh, and seemed to think that Jiang Feng's idea was very good. He immediately decided to do the first business, raised his head and asked in a loud voice:
"Lao Zhao, if you want to buy a new phone, do you still want this second-hand one? Just sell it to me at a discount."

"Just take it. When you make money, just buy me a bottle of Coke."

Zhao Jiuguang looked indifferent and said very generously.

He usually spends money lavishly, and this is in line with his style.

Huang Hao was very happy at this moment and gave Jiang Feng a thumbs up: "Brother Jiang, you really have a business mind. You are worthy of driving a Mercedes-Benz E."

"Ha ha……"

This joke can't be overcome, right?

Huang Hao lost all interest in playing games and ran out of the dormitory to the flea market to advertise and collect mobile phones.

Looking at his excited look, Jiang Feng smiled and shook his head slightly.

It wasn't that he was brilliant or had unique ideas. There weren't that many business geniuses in the world. It was just that we had seen too many.

Jiang Feng once had a friend who earned over 10,000 yuan a month by selling refurbished second-hand smartphones during his college years. After graduation, he continued to work in the second-hand mobile phone business, with an annual income of up to one million.

As for whether Huang Hao can become such a person, it all depends on his luck.

Jiang Feng had just taught someone to fish when he received a call from Tang Wenjun: "Old Jiang, someone wants to join our Guoba Potato."

(End of this chapter)