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Chapter 3 I think I know how to make money

At eight o'clock in the morning, the morning light faded.

A burst of rapid cicada chirping outside the window woke up the sleeping Chen Yansen.

The room of more than ten square meters was filled with all kinds of things. There were three large piles of books and tutorial materials, two large piles of mock test papers, and a lacquered mahogany table by the window, which was also filled with books.

There is a poster of Xu Song on the wall, with a very non-mainstream style.

"Get up and make money!"

Chen Yansen checked the system, took out his mobile phone and looked at the time, and finally gave up. It was 2010 and he couldn't go back.

I put on a short-sleeved shirt, went into the bathroom, and started brushing my teeth and washing my face.

Chen Yansen's house has two bedrooms and a living room, totaling about 60 square meters. It was originally the staff housing of the Salt Company and was bought by Old Chen for 30,000 yuan ten years ago.

By the time the house was demolished in 2020, a total of 480,000 yuan in compensation was paid.

It increased sixteen times!
"Take some time to talk to Old Chen and ask him to buy both houses upstairs. After all, it's a sure-win deal."

Chen Yansen was brushing his teeth while thinking about random things.

If you want to make money, you must first get some start-up capital!
He had calculated it last night and found that he had just over 300 yuan on him. He even took out the coins hidden in his smelly socks.

Looks like I need to borrow some from Lao Chen first!
Anyway, when the old man passes away in the future, this money will be his. I am just using it in advance, there is nothing wrong with it!
Thinking of this, Chen Yansen wiped the water droplets from his face, followed his memory, and walked into Comrade Chen Guobin's master bedroom.

Nightstand, second photo album.

Chen Yansen easily found two bank cards, one of which belonged to Old Chen and the other to his mother, whom he had never met.

For many years, Chen Guobin has deposited a sum of money into each of the two cards every year as a payment for Chen Yansen's college tuition and future expenses for getting married and having children.

The password was told to him by Lao Chen himself!

In 2018, Lao Chen fell seriously ill. If he had not tried his best to use his connections and find a hospital, he would most likely not have been saved.

After waking up, Lao Chen immediately told him the location and passwords of the two bank cards.

"A man like Lao Chen could actually give birth to a scumbag like me."

Chen Yansen smiled self-deprecatingly.

He turned to the last page of the album. It was an old, yellowed photo. If it had not been laminated, it would have been tattered.

In the photo, Chen Guobin is dressed in a suit and tie, with a tall and straight figure and a silly grin on his face. A gentle girl in a linen dress is leaning on his shoulder, with a smile and happiness on her face.

As someone who has been through it, Chen Yansen understands his father's feelings very well.

Feelings that fade away slowly usually don't torment people for too long; love that comes to an abrupt end will drive people crazy.

His wife died in childbirth, leaving behind a hungry child.

Old Chen acted as both father and mother to raise Chen Yansen.

Of course, no one is perfect. When he was a child, he was naughty and made Old Chen have a breakdown. The other party would kick him hard with his big feet without any hesitation.

He beat her, cried, and cursed, "If it weren't for you, my wife wouldn't have died!"

Only then did he realize that for Chen Guobin, his son was just an accident and his wife was his true love.

After being beaten so many times, Chen Yansen's temper came out. He even stopped calling his father "Dad" and kept calling him "Old Chen, Old Chen".

To a certain extent, the fighting spirit and enterprising spirit he showed when he started his business were also instilled by Old Chen.

"Mom, I'll use the money you saved for your son first, and marry you a few more daughters-in-law in the future."

Chen Yansen smiled heartily at the photo.

After saying that, he put Lao Chen's bank card back to its place and put his mother's bank card into his pocket.

He took out his cell phone and called Wang Zihao.

"Mouse, meet at the crossroads in ten minutes."

Chen Yansen said directly.

"Go to an Internet cafe?"

Wang Zihao's speech was unclear, and it was obvious that he was not awake yet.

"Only kids play games all day long. Daddy's going to take you to make money!"

Chen Yansen was speechless for a while and told the truth.

"Ah? You mean, to get a summer job?"

Wang Zihao climbed out of bed with a look of surprise.

It's almost August now, and since the college entrance examination, the two of them have been hanging out in Internet cafes and billiard rooms all day long. Not to mention finding a summer job, they haven't even taken the driver's license test.

"Stop talking nonsense and come here immediately."

Chen Yansen was too lazy to talk to him and just hung up the phone.

Then he went downstairs, found a JetA bicycle in the corridor, sat on it, and rode slowly out.

Halfway through his ride, he remembered that he hadn't had breakfast.

So when he saw Wang Zihao, he immediately rushed over and started yelling, "Damn you Chen Yansen, please be a human being! You agreed to be here ten minutes, and you're already half an hour late."

Water splashed everywhere and saliva flew everywhere!
"Here, I know you haven't eaten, so I brought you breakfast."

Chen Yansen wiped his face in disgust, quietly took a step back, and took the initiative to hand over a cup of soy milk and a thousand-piece fried dough stick.

"I guess you still have some conscience."

Wang Zihao chuckled, took it, and began to chew and swallow it in big mouthfuls.

"By the way, why did you suddenly think of going to work during the summer vacation? You've run out of pocket money? I still have two hundred yuan, you can use it first."

Wang Zihao took a sip of soy milk and took out two hundred yuan from his pocket.

"Work? I will never work in my life." Chen Yansen waved his hand.

"Are you going to take me to sell myself? Let me tell you in advance, my Wang family has a clean record. We absolutely cannot sell our dignity and body."

Wang Zihao laughed so wickedly that the fat on his belly kept shaking.

"You're dreaming. If you want to sell it, someone has to buy it."

Chen Yansen struck back without mercy.

Eighteen-year-old Wang Zihao is slightly fat and 1.78 meters tall, four centimeters shorter than him, and not handsome enough. Which rich woman can eat such coarse grains?

"What do you mean?"

Wang Zihao stared, obviously dissatisfied.

"literal meaning."

Chen Yansen's tone was light, his eyes were mischievous, and his face was full of mockery.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this. Do you really want to break up with Zhou Keyuan?"

Wang Zihao changed the subject.

"Have I ever been with her? We weren't boyfriend and girlfriend, so there's no question of breaking up."

Chen Yansen asked back, looking indifferent.

"That's true."

Although Wang Zihao couldn't understand the changes in his best friend's feelings, it was not difficult to tell from the other party's attitude that Zhou Keyuan was already a thing of the past.

"Internet cafes, luggage, digital audio and video, milk tea, clothing, supermarkets, mobile phones, beauty and daily necessities, idol stores..."

Chen Yansen stopped talking and turned his gaze to the rows of shops not far away.

He was thinking about which industry and product to start with so that he could quickly make his first pot of gold.

Plans kept flashing through his mind, but he rejected them one by one.

"I know too little about this era. I'd better finish sweeping the streets first, then make a decision."

After pondering for a moment, Chen Yansen took the initiative to cut off his thoughts.

"I'm done eating, where are we going now?"

Wang Zihao wiped his mouth, looked up and asked.

"Sweeping the streets."

Chen Yansen jumped on his bike and rode south. Whenever he came across a store that interested him, he would stop, go in, look at the merchandise, and ask about the prices.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Seeing his serious look, Wang Zihao asked curiously.

“Talk less, learn more.”

Chen Yansen did not explain and concentrated on studying the goods in the window.

"Noah 5200, priced at 850"

"Huatian K801, priced at 988"

"Sony Ericsson T303C, priced at 999"

"Boway V788, priced at 1388"

"Blue Demon MP3, priced at 159"

"Zhiguang MP4, priced at 399"

"..."

Chen Yansen recorded the prices with great interest, and a plan to make money gradually matured.

Before the full rollout of the 4G network, small remote towns like Chunshen had a huge information gap with first-tier cities in terms of distribution and prices, whether it was clothing, department stores, or digital products.

Information gap means money!
"Mouse, accompany me to the internet cafe again. I think I know how to make money."

Chen Yansen pulled Wang Zihao and ran out.

"Just focus on me, not the money. I'm dying of exhaustion."

Wang Zihao was sweating profusely. He had accompanied Chen Yansen to walk through four streets in the morning. His calves were shaking, and he almost knelt down when he was pulled by him.

"You're dreaming. It's almost like fucking your sister."

Chen Yansen stopped and waited for him, and said unhappily.

"You beast! My sister is only fourteen!"

Wang Zihao knew that his best friend was joking, but that didn't stop him from taking the opportunity to curse.

"Haha, she is indeed fourteen years old this year, but her mind and heart are more terrifying than those of a forty-year-old."

Chen Yansen cursed inwardly.

In his previous life, he almost stepped into the grave of marriage, and the culprit was Wang Zihao’s younger sister, Wang Ziyan.

Fortunately, he came to his senses in time, turned his back on evil, and returned to the sea.

Don't go further down the wrong path.

"How could I, Chen Yansen, hang myself on a tree? I must stay away from her in this life."

Chen Yansen made up his mind silently.

(End of this chapter)