Reborn in America, I'm serious about making money.

After a busy day, Allen and Jessica cuddled together in their room watching a video. They felt a great sense of accomplishment with two fully-fledged computers in their room.

He thought that he wouldn't need either of the two computers, and one would be enough; he suddenly thought of the guy on the other side, maybe he had some connections.

John was watching TV in his room when he heard a knock on the door. He was a little confused, since nobody here knew where he was.

"Hi John, I'm your neighbor across the street."

"Oh, I know, Stephen, what's up?"

John wasn't as enthusiastic about asking for help anymore, which made Zhang San feel that this guy was a bastard.

"John, it's like this, I have two computers, but I only need one. Do you know anyone who needs a computer?"

Zhang San's words made John's eyes light up. He said, "Wow, Stephen, I thought you came to borrow money from me; what computer? Can I come to your place to take a look?"

"Of course, John, come on, take a look at my computer."

Zhang San invited John to his room across the hall. John watched as Alan and Jessica snuggled together on the sofa like one big family, and he felt a little envious, but he still went to Zhang San's room anyway.

"John, look, this is my computer, it's brand new, isn't it?"

"Of course, but I need to check the configuration." John, being an experienced person, immediately stated his requirements.

When Zhang San turned on the computer, the monitor was a bit dented and in poor condition, but that didn't matter. John checked it and found that this computer was even better than his own, which made him a little envious.

When computers became popular in North America, there were many enthusiasts, and John was clearly one of them. He said, "Stephen, how much?"

At first, Zhang San didn't understand, but he quickly grasped the meaning and said, "One thousand dollars; isn't that cheap?"

"No, Stephen, a thousand is too expensive. Six hundred, six hundred, I'll take it."

"John, we're neighbors. I only give you a thousand because we're neighbors. How about this, I'll give you a 10% discount."

After arguing in the room for more than ten minutes, Zhang San reluctantly sold the mainframe to John for eight hundred dollars.

Zhang San looked like he'd just lost money when he got the cash, which made John very happy. He knew that a new one would cost three thousand dollars, and a used one would cost twelve hundred dollars.

When John returned to his room, he looked at his old computer with some disdain and immediately replaced it with a new one, which used the 80386 processor.

至于80486还要1989年推出来，从80386到80486用了4年时间。

John was about to sell his 80286 mainframe to a classmate, so he immediately picked up the phone and dialed...

Zhang San was also very happy to receive the eight hundred dollars, as the money had virtually no cost.

"Stephen, what's for dinner?"

The conjoined twins, who were tired of being together, finally remembered Zhang San, and Allen immediately asked his brother-in-law about him.

"Wang Defa, Allen, you idiot, what are we having for dinner tonight? What do you think? Bread, of course! You want to eat shit?"

The brother-in-law is right to discipline his brother-in-law! Who told him to show off his affection in front of him?

"Okay, okay, Stephen, why are you so angry?"

Zhang San rolled his eyes at him, thinking to himself, "Don't you know how angry I am? Doesn't the old man next to you who's dating a young girl know?"

"Stephen, if you treat us to dinner, I'll introduce you to a young lady."

"I like people younger than me," Zhang San stated his requirements.

"make a deal."

When the three of them went out, they saw John's door open and a bespectacled man carrying a computer tower came out. John saw the three of them, gave an awkward smile, and then closed the door.

Zhang San and his two companions went downstairs with the bespectacled man. As they approached the bottom, Zhang San casually asked, "Hey buddy, that computer of yours, it's a computer, right? It's really cool. How much did you buy it for?"

"You think it's good too? This computer is seven hundred dollars, with an 80286 chip, it's fantastic."

Zhang San was a little angry. "I sold you a 386 for 800 dollars, and you're selling a 286 for 700 dollars? That's outrageous!" Well, you can't blame him; he just didn't know the market price.

During the meal, Zhang San said, "We can do some secondhand business."

Alan doesn't care; he's going to Hollywood to become a star. As for Jessica, well, the fact that she didn't go to the Saint Gabriel Valley shows she has some principles.

"Help me ask for leave tomorrow. I'm going to USC to try my luck." Seeing that the two men were unmoved, Zhang San had no choice but to ask them to help him ask for leave.

Jessica, you still owe me a girlfriend.

On the way back, Zhang San reminded her of something; Jessica, with a smile on her face, said, "Even if you don't invite us, I'll still introduce you to a girl. Allen said that only another relationship can make you forget his sister."

"Fine, you guys beat me."

The next day, Zhang San showed up at USC carrying a computer case. He had a sign that read: "Graduating, selling a computer for $1200, CPU 80386, RAM 2M; DISK 2G."

"Hey buddy, is this any good?"

"Of course, it's fantastic; if you're unsure, you can try it, and pay after you're satisfied."

Zhang San was very sincere, which quickly convinced the white college student opposite him.

"Come with me, over there, let's try it and see."

Several classmates followed behind him, but Zhang San wasn't afraid of them; the group soon arrived at a nearby classroom or office, which had no nameplate.

"Hi, Professor Doron, could you help me test this computer? This student wants to sell it."

One of the white men inside listened, nodded, and gestured for them to come over. There was a computer there, and they quickly installed the main unit and started testing it.

A dozen minutes later, the white student was very satisfied, and it was only $1200, which was a great deal.

"Hey, I only have three hundred dollars. Can you lend it to me? I'll pay you back tomorrow."

The group looked at each other, then chipped in the money. One of them said, "Lend me the computer for two days."

"Okay, no problem."

Zhang San took the money and counted it. There were more than a hundred bills in this small handful, all of them $10 or $20, not a single $100 bill. He felt that carrying so much was too conspicuous and he was afraid that someone would rob him. Professor Doron next to him handed him a black bag.

"Your computer is good, and it's cheap."

"Thank you, Professor Doron."

He put the money in his bag and came out, along with the group of people.

"Guys, do you still need computers?"

They looked at each other, nodded, and the white college student who had asked him the first thing said, "Jim Clark, it's nice to meet you."

"Stephen Zhang, a Chinese, it's a pleasure to meet you all."

"Please write down our phone number. If you still need it, you can contact me."

"certainly."

Zhang San happily packed up his phone and then said goodbye to them.