Returning to my senior year of high school before college, I became addicted to dating.

During the summer vacation in Huanan County, the sun is already scorching hot as early as seven o'clock in the morning.

After having dinner with Liu Chengcheng and Song Yan yesterday, he went to find Liu Jiaqi.

This time, Lin Feng didn't take her to a video arcade; he went straight to a hotel. The girl said she wanted to find a place without a bed for their date.

But her body language was quite honest, and she became more proactive.

He's trained all his girlfriends quite well now, except for Liu Chengcheng, who's the newest one.

Lin Feng got up, drank some tea, and went to his computer desk. Zhang Min was already busy with the Taobao store.

Her fingers flew across the keyboard as she typed. Lin Feng bent down and kissed her cheek. Zhang Min smiled sweetly, "Awake?"

Lin Feng sat down at the computer desk next to him and said, "Hmm."

He bought another computer, otherwise it wouldn't be enough for the two of them.

Zhang Min glanced back at him. "Breakfast is in the pot, still warm! I steamed some egg custard for you, and some steamed buns too."

Lin Feng nodded. "We'll eat later. Someone sent me an email."

The screen displays an email notification from a domain name trading platform.

He opened the emails one by one, and his sleepiness vanished in an instant, like snow being doused with boiling water.

Someone asked for the domain name 666.leopard number and offered 18 yuan.

This is what lottery websites love most; 18 is too low.

He countered with a price: 28.

The other party replied instantly: Deal.

Lin Feng almost choked on the smoke. He thought the other party would try to bargain, but they didn't even stammer.

He took a couple of puffs of his cigarette, composed himself, and replied, "Transaction through a platform." Then he scrolled down.

He muttered to himself, "Damn it, is it too little?"

The second email asked about yys, an abbreviation for pharmacist.

The other party offered 8.

Raymond Lam's asking price: 12.

The other party hesitated for ten minutes, but finally agreed.

The third letter was from someone who had their eye on Baoxian.

The offer is 5.

Lin Feng glanced at it and swiped away.

The word "insurance" comes up easily with any insurance company; they'll readily talk about hundreds of thousands, or even millions.

Fifty thousand? Better to save it for having babies.

Half an hour later, two transactions were completed.

One costs 28, and the other costs 12, totaling 40.

After deducting platform fees and taxes, I received 35.2 yuan.

He spent less than 300 yuan to register those two domain names. 300 yuan became 350,000 yuan, more than a thousand times the original amount.

He stubbed out his cigarette and transferred 100,000 yuan to Zhang Min using WAP mobile banking.

This is a mobile phone number transfer service launched by China Construction Bank at the end of April. You don't need a bank card number; you can transfer money as long as you know the recipient's mobile phone number.

Few people know about it, and even fewer use it.

Three minutes later, Zhang Min nearly jumped up when she saw the bank's text message. "Are you crazy? You transferred 100,000 yuan to me? You transferred it to the wrong person?"

"You're not crazy, and you didn't make a mistake. You deserve it. Go look at apartments these next few days, buy a big three-bedroom one, and put it in your name."

Zhang Min stared at the transfer records on her phone screen, her lips trembling slightly before she finally managed to utter:

"Then I'll stew a chicken for you today."

Lin Feng smiled and said, "Okay."

Zhang Min is different from his other girlfriends. She's 27 years old and divorced her husband for Raymond Lam.

Lin Feng must give her a guarantee and a sense of security; this is indeed what she deserves.

After breakfast, Lin Feng called Tiger: "Pack your things, let's go to Jiamusi."

Tiger's voice was hoarse from just waking up: "What are you doing in Jiamusi again?"

"Let's go shopping and buy computers and furniture."

"How many units do you want to buy?"

"One hundred and twenty units."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by the rustling sound of clothes being put on.

"Damn it, wait for me, ten minutes!"

Thirty minutes later, Tiger appeared in front of Lin Feng wearing his successful businessman's suit.

In July, the temperature in Huanan County is over 30 degrees Celsius.

Tiger's suit is made of such stiff fabric that you could stand in it; it looks like he's wearing armor.

His armpits were already soaked with sweat; anyone who didn't know better would think he was walking with two shoe insoles between his legs.

Lin Feng looked him up and down and said, "Get rid of this suit right now. If you wear it again next time, I'm not taking you out."

Tiger muttered, "Damn! It's such a waste to throw them away. I'll give them to my grandpa. He always wears my old clothes."

The two got into the car, the Audi A6's air conditioning was on full blast, and they sped off towards Jiamusi.

On the way, Tiger took off his suit jacket and hung it on the back seat. He went shirtless, enjoying the breeze, and had a cigarette in his mouth, looking like an old hooligan.

The Jiamusi Computer City is located in the city center. It's a four-story building, with the entire first floor dedicated to selling computers and accessories. The counters are lined up one after another, like a maze.

Lin Feng went straight to the largest one, which occupied three storefronts. The walls were covered with logos of various brands, and the glass cabinets displayed the latest CPUs and motherboards.

The boss was a thin man in his forties, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, who was drinking tea and bragging to someone.

Lin Feng stood in front of the counter. The skinny shopkeeper didn't even lift his buttocks, just glanced up, saw that it was two teenagers, and asked impatiently, "What do you want?"

"Let's look at the computers; I'm planning to buy 120."

The skinny boss paused for a moment, looking the two men up and down.

This young man is alright; he's dressed neatly and standing at attention.

He glanced at Tiger again—wearing an old man's suit in the sweltering heat, his hair a mess, and a scar on his brow. He looked like he'd just been released from the police station.

The boss laughed, and his laugh was incredibly cheeky.

"Hey bro, are you kidding me? One hundred and twenty units? Do you even know how much that costs?"

Lin Feng glanced at him: "How much?"

The boss put down his teacup, crossed his legs, and said, "Three or four hundred thousand? Can you even come up with that?"

Tiger was displeased and took a step forward:

"Who do you think you are? Is this how you do business?"

The boss laughed even harder, his smile radiating a sense of superiority: "If you two can really buy 120 computers, I'll eat this monitor."

He patted the 17-inch flat-screen monitor on the table; it was a Samsung, and quite heavy.

Lin Feng didn't waste any words and turned to leave.

The boss was still sitting there, legs crossed, drinking tea, completely unaware of how much his words were worth.

An order for 120 computers, enough to feed him for half a year, was squandered by his own words.

What do you call this? You call it throwing a golden rice bowl into a latrine and then putting the lid on it.

There's another shop across the street, just two steps away. It's smaller, with a few display models on the counter, all polished to a shine.

The boss was a chubby man in his early thirties, surnamed Liu, who was eating a boxed lunch.

Lin Feng walked over and said, "Boss, take a look at the computer configurations. I'm planning to order 120 units, but the price must be affordable."

Boss Liu paused for a moment, looked up at Lin Feng, and then at Brother Hu.

He didn't laugh or mock, but stood up, put the lunchbox aside, wiped his mouth, and his eyes lit up.

"Dude, are you serious?"

"real."

The skinny boss across from him said coldly, "Tch... It's true that there's no cost to bragging, so you can just keep bragging."

"Old Liu, you actually believe what those two little brats say? No wonder your sales can't compare to mine! You have no taste."

Mr. Liu ignored him and instead took out a price list from under the counter and laid it on the glass cabinet.

Lin Feng reported the configuration:

"Pentium processor, 512MB RAM, dedicated graphics card, 17-inch flat-screen monitor, ASUS motherboard."

Boss Liu took out a calculator, pressed a few keys, and looked up to say, "2800 each, 120 units, 336,000."

Lin Feng shook his head and said, "2500 per unit."

Boss Liu's face turned green, his expression as if someone had grabbed him by the throat: "Brother, you've cut my artery! My purchase price is more than that..."

Lin Feng interrupted him: "I run an internet cafe, and I'll be getting upgrades and supplies from you again in the future. We can have a long-term partnership."

Boss Liu's eyes darted around like a slot machine. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said:

"2600, includes a full set of peripherals. Keyboard, mouse, headphones, mouse pad, webcam, all top-of-the-line."

"Normally, I would sell a set of peripherals for 150 yuan, but today I'm just making a friend."

Lin Feng thought for a moment, then held out his hand: "Okay. One hundred and twenty units, deposit of twenty thousand, delivery within two months."

The skinny shop owner across from him was dumbfounded. Watching Lin Feng swipe his card, his heart felt like it had been hit by a heavy hammer.

Boss Liu grasped Lin Feng's hand, his fat face trembling with excitement.

"Don't worry, I'll definitely get everything you need within two months."

He'd been running the shop for several years, and this was the first time he'd ever had such a large order. Even though he'd driven the price down, he could still make 150 yuan per unit; with 120 units, the net profit would be 18,000 yuan.

He issued a receipt on the spot, his hands trembling, his handwriting crooked and messy, like earthworms fighting.

The skinny boss across from us had his neck stretched out so long, and his face looked like a bitter gourd come to life.

Boss Liu glanced at him. Then he deliberately held the receipt up a little higher so that the skinny boss could see the number clearly.

"Don't worry, brother, I'm a very honest person. Unlike some people, I don't look down on others and push away potential benefactors."

The skinny boss was so angry that his lips turned purple. He lit a cigarette in frustration and threw the lighter hard onto the counter.

Boss Liu's smile blossomed like a chrysanthemum. He then grasped Lin Feng's hand and said something from the bottom of his heart:

"Brother, thank you. I thank your whole family. I thank your ancestors for eighteen generations."

Lin Feng withdrew his hand. "Hehe...you're being a bit too kind with your thanks. Just set up the computer for me, and I'll contact you by phone."