What does it mean to get a perfect score on the college entrance exam but then go missing?

After posting it on WeChat Moments, it received quite a few likes.

But very few people actually contact him.

Instead, a few people took the opportunity to come over and ask: When are you going to pay me back?

Qin Ze looked at his chat history with these people.

Only then did he realize that in his previous life he not only had no money, but also owed several creditors a lot of money, all of which was spent on medical treatment.

The creditors knew about Qin Ze's situation and didn't press him for payment, simply saying they would talk about it when he had the money.

at this point.

Qin Ze was a little disappointed.

The only thing that can be done in an emergency is through personal connections.

But because I owed too many favors before, posting on social media to borrow money is no longer effective.

It seems we have no choice but to rely on ourselves, and we need to do it quickly.

I only topped up 50 yuan just now.

It's hard to say how long it can last.

You must find a legal source of income as soon as possible, and it should be stable.

Before finding a source of income.

You must control yourself and not start the system.

……

then.

Early the next morning.

Qin Ze walked to the street lined with mobile phone shops.

He found a shop that recycles used mobile phones and put his old-fashioned phone on the table.

"Brother, how much can you pay for this?"

The boss looked at Qin Ze's youthful face with some surprise.

"How old are you, young man?"

"I'm thirty... no!"

Qin Ze then remembered that he was no longer Lao Deng.

I need to change my habit of calling him "brother" when we meet.

"I'm eighteen! Uncle!"

The boss picked up the phone: "This is your grandma's phone, isn't it? What did you use it for after you secretly sold it?"

no doubt.

This type of phone is only used by the elderly.

Therefore, the boss made a reasonable deduction.

This young man in front of me is probably one of those troubled left-behind children.

He secretly sold his family's cell phones to pay off his debts and sponge off others.

The boss wouldn't accept something like this.

The main concern is that people might come looking for trouble later.

Qin Ze said seriously, "This is indeed my father's cell phone, but he has already passed away."

The boss was slightly taken aback upon hearing this: "Gone? Where did they go?"

Qin Ze pointed to the sky.

The boss then realized he had been abrupt and quickly changed his attitude.

"Young man, this is your only phone. What will you use it for if you sell it?"

Qin Ze thought for a moment and said, "I don't think I need it for the time being. I'm in dire need of money."

The shop owner picked up his phone and weighed it again: "To be honest, this thing won't sell for much, maybe a hundred or two. You might as well keep it."

"Even 180 or 100 is fine, as long as it's enough for my meals for a day or two." Qin Ze nodded happily.

The boss fell silent.

Need money urgently?

Or is it just a matter of desperately needing a hundred or two hundred dollars?

How difficult must this young man's life be?

In today's society, let alone high school students.

Even a junior high school student can manage to scrape together a hundred or two hundred yuan.

But this young man was so broke that he had to sell his phone for a hundred or two hundred yuan.

His family must have experienced a major upheaval.

Thinking about this...

The boss felt a pang of sadness.

He turned around and pulled out two large red bills from the counter.

"Here you go, study hard!"

Qin Ze was taken aback: "Wasn't it a hundred or two hundred?"

"Your machine looks pretty new, so here's a little extra for you. Take it."

Qin Ze received the crisp new banknotes, feeling a warm glow in his heart.

Although I traveled through time.

But there are still more good people than bad in this world.

Make sense.

The start of this time-travel story is pretty bad.

The system is like a penguin, constantly making you recharge and renew your subscription.

But the people I met in real life were all full of human warmth.

This gave Qin Ze a sliver of confidence.

After receiving the two hundred yuan from the boss, Qin Ze did not immediately recharge it.

After all, as long as I don't use the system, it won't charge me.

The fifty yuan I recharged yesterday should last me a while.

He chose to use the two hundred yuan as a survival fund.

Is there one in ten thousand?

If I can't find a sustainable source of income, this two hundred yuan will at least allow me to survive for longer.

Next!

The primary issue—making money!

In his previous life, Qin Ze was a corporate slave.

At thirty-two years old, he had accumulated some social experience.

With this experience, he can make a little money by doing small business.

But the problem is that we don't have enough capital.

Therefore, the only reasonable way to make money right now is through physical labor.

After these few days of learning.

Qin Ze also figured it out.

The world we live in today is almost identical to the world of the past; scientific and social development are at roughly the same level.

Therefore, you don't need to deliberately adapt; it's plug-and-play.

So he immediately rushed to the construction site in the suburbs.

Although manual labor is tough, at least you get paid in cash.

It can solve problems quickly.

I'll work as a laborer for a couple of days to save up some capital. Then I should be able to start a small business, like setting up a stall or something at a night market.

After accumulating small amounts, the wallet can meet the system's payment requirements.

We'll then leverage the system to grow and strengthen it.

If we're lucky, we might be able to get all of this done before summer vacation.

That way, it won't interfere with my university studies.

Once he got to university, that was where Tongzi really showed his skills.

Thinking about all of this.

A spark ignited in Qin Ze's heart.

……

but.

Ideal is full, the reality is very skinny.

I asked four construction sites this morning, but none of them would hire me.

The reason is the same—minors.

Qin Ze stared at his ID card, his mouth brimming with spittle.

He is seventeen years old now, and will not turn 18 for another two weeks.

There has been a crackdown on illegal construction at the construction site recently.

Those who are underage and are caught will be severely punished.

Therefore, the contractors dared not take the risk.

Isn't this like the sky falling down?

Do I have to wait another two weeks before I can start working?

What have I been eating and drinking during this time?

As Qin Ze was squatting in the corner of the construction site, feeling lost, a figure suddenly approached him.

"Hey bro, I bet you're underage, right?"

Qin Ze looked at the man and realized he didn't seem to be from the construction site. He was dressed in a shabby manner and had shifty eyes.

Therefore, he became alert: "What's wrong?"

"I have an ID card here, do you want it?" the man asked in a low voice.

Qin Ze remained uneasy: "Is it fake?"

"real."

The man gradually loosened his grip.

"These are all ID cards that other people found; I collected them."

"There are a lot of minors looking for work on construction sites, so I smuggle some ID cards to earn a little extra money."

Qin Ze was skeptical: "Will that even work?"

"It works; the recruiters only look at age and nothing else."

"If you buy one, you can go anywhere, not just construction sites, but even electronics factories."

"The pay there is much better than on the construction site."

No wonder they're involved in shady brokerage.

Two sentences.

Qin Ze was somewhat tempted by what she said.

Without an ID card, I'll probably have to rely on luck for several more days to find a job.

But what I lack now is time, and I can't afford to delay.

Thinking about this...

He asked, "How much?"

"Three hundred yuan a piece."

Qin Ze touched the bridge of his nose: "I'm a minor, can you give me a discount?"

One question left the agent completely bewildered.

Who among those who buy this thing isn't a minor?

"Two hundred, that's the lowest price."

Qin Ze: "Will you sell it for 150? If not, I'm leaving."

"Judging from the way you're haggling, you don't seem like a minor."

The agent shrugged helplessly.

"150 it is, I'll pick one that looks a bit similar for you."