My son is a reincarnated soul; I overheard his inner thoughts and became the richest man.

With that "expert" configuration list and the banknotes waving in Chen Feng's hand, the saleswoman Sun Qian treated Chen Feng like her own father.

With the five computers and the deposit, Chen Feng had spent most of his money.

But he didn't feel sorry for him at all.

Because he knew that these lumps of iron would soon turn into golden hens.

Now that we've bought the computer, the next step is to find a shop.

Chen Feng wandered around Linjiang City for half a day, and finally found a ground-floor storefront facing the street in an alley near the Third Middle School of the city.

This place used to be a general store, about 60 or 70 square meters. Although it's a bit old, the location is excellent.

The school gate is right outside the alley, and it's the only way for both truant students and school-going troublemakers.

The rent isn't expensive either, only 800 a month.

After much haggling with the landlord, Chen Feng finally agreed to pay one month's rent as a deposit and took the keys.

After a simple cleaning, all that's left is to wait for the computer to be installed.

At 3 p.m., a small truck with the logo of a computer mall parked at the entrance.

To Chen Feng's surprise, in addition to the two porters, saleswoman Sun Qian also came with the car.

"Brother Chen, I was worried that they might mess up the installation of five machines at once, so I came along to keep an eye on things."

Sun Qian jumped out of the passenger seat with a smile.

She was still wearing her tight-fitting business attire. Because of the heat, two buttons of her white shirt were undone, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin. A delicate gold necklace glittered in the sunlight, nestled perfectly between her two soft mounds of flesh, making it particularly eye-catching.

Chen Feng nodded and, without standing on ceremony, directed the workers to set up the computer desks and chairs.

When it came time to install the wiring, Sun Qian was really diligent, taking the initiative to squat down and crawl under the table to organize the cables.

The already excessively short bodycon skirt rode up even higher as she squatted down, shrinking all the way up to her upper thighs.

Chen Feng stood to the side, and through the gap in the table, he could see a pair of round thighs wrapped in black stockings, and the white lace trim that was faintly visible under the skirt.

Sun Qian seemed to sense something, turned around and gave Chen Feng a charming smile. Instead of pulling her skirt down, she went a step further and stuck out her buttocks, revealing her perfect hip curves.

"Brother Chen, this thread is a bit tight, could you hand me a cable tie?" she said in a sweet, coquettish voice.

Chen Feng took the cable tie and handed it to her, his fingers inevitably brushing against the back of her sweaty hand, which felt very slippery.

Chen Xiaotian, who had been observing coldly from the sidelines, was now sitting on a small stool by the door, holding an ice pop in his hand, while mentally ranting and raving.

[Wow, this isn't just installing a computer, it's practically delivering freebies!]

[This saleswoman is really going all out. What's a little bit of skin showing to keep her dad, her big client? But the dad's gaze was way too direct.]

[But it's so hot in here... With five CRT monitors on, it's like five ovens. And this isn't even a customer yet; I can't even imagine the sweltering heat if it's full.]

[No air conditioning is one thing, but not even a fan! How can we keep guests here? Those internet addicts might put up with it for the sake of playing games, but who wants to suffer if they can be more comfortable?]

Chen Feng withdrew his gaze from Sun Qian's beautiful legs and glanced at his son without making a sound.

fan?

Indeed, he had been in the room for a while, and even without turning on the computer, he felt stuffy.

This kid has thought things through quite thoroughly.

"Sun Qian, you keep an eye on things for now, I'm going to buy some things." Chen Feng threw the cigarette butt in his hand on the ground and stomped it out, then turned and went out the door.

Half an hour later, Chen Feng returned carrying two of those large, industrial-grade floor fans.

These fans have strong airflow and are noisy, but in a noisy environment like an internet cafe, who cares about noise? As long as it's cool, that's all that matters.

Once plugged in, the large fan whirred and the strong wind made Sun Qian's hair fly wildly, and her skirt clung tightly to her legs, outlining the fleshy shape of her legs.

Chen Xiaotian looked at the fan and nodded in satisfaction.

[Great job, Dad! You've got a knack for this. With this fan, this is the best internet cafe within a five-kilometer radius.]

However, that's not enough. What are internet cafes for? They're for killing time. Those people sit there for hours on end; they're bound to get hungry and thirsty.

Earning money solely from internet fees is too monotonous; we need a side hustle. Coke, Sprite, bottled water, sausages, instant noodles, braised eggs... these are the true soulmates of an internet cafe!

[You see, in later generations, water and snacks made up the bulk of internet cafe profits. Even if it was 50 cents or a dollar more expensive than outside, those lazy, internet-addicted teenagers were absolutely willing to pay.]

As Chen Feng listened to his son's heartfelt words, his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

Yup!

Since we're in business, we have to squeeze every last penny out of our customers.

This kid is a business genius. How come he was so miserable in his past life?

Oh right, in my past life I was dragged down by my "paralyzed old man".

Thinking of this, Chen Feng felt a pang of sadness, but it was quickly overshadowed by his desire to make money.

After Sun Qian and the others finished setting up and debugging the computer, all the games were installed—all installed by Chen Feng according to his son's request: Red Alert 95, StarCraft, Legend of Sword and Fairy, Monopoly 4...

After seeing off Sun Qian, who was reluctant to part and hinted that they could have dinner together that evening, Chen Feng immediately went to a nearby wholesale department.

When he returned, he brought back a small, secondhand freezer, which was filled with Coca-Cola and Sprite, and the shelves were also filled with Master Kong braised beef noodles and Shuanghui ham sausages.

Looking at the newly renovated internet cafe, Chen Feng was filled with a sense of accomplishment.

"Dad, what's the name of our shop?" Chen Xiaotian asked, swinging his short legs as he sat in the chair.

Chen Feng was taken aback.

I was so busy with other things that I completely forgot about this.

"A name..." Chen Feng stroked his chin, "How about 'Soaring Computer Room'?"

Chen Xiaotian almost fell off the chair.

[That's so tacky! You see this kind of name everywhere; it's completely forgettable.]

These days, if you're opening an internet cafe, the name has to be wild, cool, and get people excited just by hearing it... I've got it!

Chen Xiaotian's eyes lit up. He pretended to be deep in thought, then suddenly raised his head and said in a childish voice, "Dad, I think 'Storm' sounds better! I see those heroes on TV appearing with storms around them, so majestic!"

"storm?"

Chen Feng paused for a moment, muttering those two words repeatedly.

Yes! It's a storm!

[Storm Internet Cafe! The name implies our business will sweep through the city like a storm, bringing in all the money! Plus, the name sounds menacing, which suits the tastes of those young guys who play Red Alert and Starcraft.]

Hearing his son's explanation, Chen Feng's eyes grew brighter and brighter.

Good name!

It's powerful, catchy, and auspicious!

"Okay! Let's listen to our son and name it Storm Computer Room!" Chen Feng made the decision immediately.

He was also a decisive man, and immediately found a large wooden board and red paint.

I didn't go to a professional GG store to make the lightbox; it's not only slow, but also expensive.

In this chaotic era, the more handwritten the signboard, the more it exudes a wild and untamed spirit.

Chen Feng rolled up his sleeves, dipped his brush in red paint, and began to write with vigorous strokes on the wooden board.

The five characters "Storm Computer Room" were written in a vigorous and powerful style, with the last stroke trailing off into a long, sharp tail, exuding a murderous aura.

The sign had only been up for less than ten minutes, and before the paint had even dried, when three long-haired young men strolled into the alley.

The three men were wearing wide-leg jeans and floral shirts, and they walked with a swaying gait, clearly unemployed young people with nothing to do.

"Hey? Brother Qiang, look, a new one has opened!"

One of the young men, with dyed yellow hair, pointed at the sign and exclaimed, "Storm Computer Room? Wow, that's an interesting name, pretty arrogant."

The young man called Qiang Ge spat out his toothpick and peeked inside.

My eyes lit up when I saw the two loud fans and the cool Coke bottles in the freezer.

"Boss, do you have Red Alert?" Qiang shouted.

Chen Feng, who was sitting by the door smoking, immediately stood up upon hearing this, a businessman's smile plastered on his face: "Yes! Absolutely! Red Alert 95, StarCraft, Legend of Sword and Fairy... whatever you want to play, we have it. A brand new machine, all top-of-the-line specs, no lag whatsoever!"

"A new machine?"

The three of them were so engrossed in hearing this that they stopped in their tracks.

At that time, most internet cafes used old machines, which would lag terribly when playing Red Alert with a lot of units.

How much per hour?

"Four yuan!" Chen Feng held up four fingers. "Ten yuan for the whole night, from 10 pm to 8 am."

"Four pieces..."

Brother Qiang hesitated for a moment, as most other places charged three or three and a half yuan.

Seeing this, Chen Feng pointed to the large fan and refrigerator next to him: "Brother, you can see my environment, it's cool! Plus, the machines are new, even the mouse isn't dirty. Besides, it's our opening day, so everyone gets a free ice-cold Coke!"

"Send me a Coke?"

The three of them exchanged glances. These days, even a bottle of Coke costs two yuan.

"Sure! Boss, you're great! Give us three!"

Without saying a word, Qiang took out a crumpled ten-yuan note from his pocket and slapped it on the table.

Chen Feng quickly collected the money and turned on the machine.

"drop--"

As the computer started up with a beep, the three of them eagerly sat down and skillfully opened Red Alert.

"Holy crap! That speed! It's freaking fast!"

"Brother Qiang, this mouse feels amazing! I'm going to take you down this time!"

Listening to the clattering of the keyboard and the three shouts of "Good start!", Chen Feng touched the banknotes in his pocket, unable to suppress the smile on his face.

The first deal is done!

Chen Xiaotian sat in the corner, watching this scene, and smiled slightly.

[This is nothing. Once these people have their fun and go back to spread the word, even if these five machines run 24/7, it won't be enough.]

[Dad, get ready to count money until your hands cramp.]

However... these five machines are only enough for small-scale operations. We need to find a way to get Dad to expand quickly and make the snowball roll!