The weather at the end of July was getting hotter and hotter. The cicadas outside the window were chirping happily.
Qin Guan squatted on the chair, burying his face in the watermelon. He was thinking about the most important thing in his life: making money.
Speaking of making money, Qin Guan was also scratching his head. As an engineering student, he had dealt with excavators, impact rams, and road rollers all day long.
After his rebirth, he didn't want to work in that field anymore. However, he didn't remember the lottery numbers, and he didn't know how to speculate in the stock market. What else could he do?
Others had been reborn to kill and kill, while Qin Guan had been reborn to be a miser.
Qin Guan sighed. Even if he could do it all over again, he wouldn't be able to make money in an elegant and easy way.
Qin Guan spat out the watermelon seeds in his mouth. He put on a pair of flip-flops and went out. He was going to the XX Foundry to ask his cousin to make a barbecue cart out of scrap iron sheets.
Coming out of the foundry, Qin Guan thought about the manpower issue again. He called Zhou Jing and Li Jian from the small store next to the foundry. Ever since they had learned that the College Entrance Examination had been a thrilling experience, they had stopped pursuing higher education. One of them was bored at home, eating and sleeping every day.
The other was reading pornographic books at home, trying to catch up on the important chapters he had missed before the College Entrance Examination. They heard about Qin Guan's plan over the phone. They couldn't stay at home anymore, so they decided to meet at the farmer's market.
Holding a fertilizer bag with the word "carbamide" on it, they argued with the boss. After some bargaining, they bought two big bags of charcoal and wholesale bamboo skewers for skewers.
Li Jian also took advantage of his mother's second aunt's niece to contact a stall in the night market. Zhou Jing went to the recreation room of the Bureau of Retired Cadres, where his father worked, and brought several low tables and a row of small stools.
After pooling all their pocket money together, they had over 300 yuan left. They also had money for the ingredients. Now everything was ready except for the barbecue cart.
His cousin was very efficient. It took him less than three days to deliver the cart. His parents looked at him as if he were a monkey. He tied up the cart calmly, ready to start work the next day.
The cart had a long box for barbecue skewers, on which one could make fried noodles. On the right side of the cart, there was a coal stove and a frying pan for meat skewers.
Even a multifunctional, fully automatic modern skewer cart was nothing more than this.
Everything was ready. All that was left was the right thing to do.
The next day, at four o 'clock in the morning, Qin Guan rode the tricycle he had borrowed from his mother's factory to the morning market.
Chicken, pork, and mutton were all required. Garlic, chili, onions, and potatoes were a must-have for roasted dishes. Sigh, there's also wholesale Liangpi cold noodles. I can have that, but I can't lack cooking oil and seasoning either.
Qin Guan rode on his tricycle, buying everything he wanted. The back seat was full of things, and he had little money left in his pocket.
By the time he reached home on his tricycle, it was already past seven o'clock.
He angrily called Zhou Jing and Li Jian to wake them up and asked them to come to the house to help.
When Zhou and Li Jian showed up at Qin Guan's house, Qin Guan had already taken the ingredients out of the bag and put them in a big basin.
Looking at the living room full of ingredients, Zhou Jing said worriedly, "Who knows how to clean the meat? I've never been to the kitchen at home." Qin Guan was quite proud of himself. As a big man who had been single for many years, cooking was a necessary skill in order to avoid eating instant noodles all year round.
Qin Guan shook his head proudly and began to assign tasks to everyone. "Zhou Jing, divide the ingredients and skewer the meat. Li Jian, pick and wash the vegetables in the kitchen and help me." Then he rolled up his sleeves and went into the kitchen.
Qin Guan put a piece of mutton on the chopping board. The kitchen knife danced up and down, splashing sparks everywhere. Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! The mutton was cut into small strips and placed neatly on the chopping board.
Qin Guan pinched the cut meat into the iron basin and said loudly, "Time to work!" Zhou Jing and Li Jian began the first step of their entrepreneurial journey, skewering the meat.
In the morning, the three of them had packed up hundreds of skewers and put them away in bags. After they finished the vegetables in the afternoon, they could start work.
After lunch, they packed up the things for the opening ceremony and lay on the small bed in Qin Guan's house.
Qin Guan said angrily, "Other people can make money just by drinking coffee. Why do we have to suffer so much?"
Li Jian answered him in a matter-of-fact tone, "Three high school graduates who don't even know how to fart are idle. We're weak, so it's good enough that we can run a skewer stall. When I told my high school classmates about it, they all envied us to death. "
Qin Guan silently wiped away the tears from his face. "That's because you haven't read the rebirth novel. Many men and women who were reborn killed all over the world, recruited minions, and flirted with beautiful women.
They walked out of remote villages and started businesses, companies, stocks, and venture capital. "
Looking at himself, he was as tired as a dog with a small stall. He had recruited minions, but they didn't want to admit it. He had flirted with beautiful women, but they had rejected him. Why did he have to live such a different life?
Qin Guan turned over and got up, a strand of hair hanging down. Qin Guan found that he hadn't cut his hair since the College Entrance Examination, and it was a little long.
Qin Guan kicked the two on the bed a few times and said, "Let's go to my cousin's and get a haircut. We're businessmen, so we have to pay attention to our image."
Qin Guan's cousin was 20 years old and worked as a senior worker in a new hair salon in the city. She was working hard to learn the latest washing, cutting, and drying techniques from Guangdong.
The three of them strolled to the hair salon. There were not many customers in the afternoon, so the cousin practiced on Qin Guan's head without hesitation.
Sitting behind the chair, Zhou Jing and Li Jian watched Qin Guan's cousin's scissors flying up and down, and then looked at the man sitting on the chair. He was so handsome that he almost had no friends.
While the two of them were envious and jealous, they heard Qin Guan's cousin scream, "Ouch! My hand is shaking!" A part of Qin Guan's hair was dented, revealing his blue scalp. “
Haha! "The two of them instantly calmed down. As expected, Buddha had heard our wish.
Qin Guan tried to fix it in a hurry, but the more she tried, the messier it became. She didn't stop until there was no place to fix it.
Qin Guan flicked the hair off his head. The mirror showed that his head had been chewed on by a dog. It was full of bumps and hollows, and the long hair had long disappeared. Instead, it had become a silly buzz cut. Due to technical reasons, there were still two pieces missing from the buzz cut.
In an instant, the aloof Prince Charming had turned into a country bumpkin.
For the rest of the day, Qin Guan couldn't stop Zhou Jing and Li Jian from laughing at him until he set up his stall in the night market.
They took the meat skewers from the cart and turned to look at Qin Guan. "Haha!" They took the vegetables and turned to look at Qin Guan. Qin Guan didn't care at all. He rubbed the short hair on his head with a smile. Summer should be cool and refreshing.
By the time Qin Guan had lit the charcoal in the long box, put the oil in the pan, and put the iron plate away, it was already dark. The lights in the night market were lit one by one.
More and more people were flocking there, beginning their leisure life on a summer night.
Wen Mo picked up some mutton skewers and roasted them over the fire.
The mutton was fat and lean, and the fat on the charcoal dripped on the burning iron plate. Puffs of smoke rose and a rich aroma wafted in the air.
In a few minutes, the stall was surrounded by people. "A new stall! Have a try! Boss, give me ten mutton, ten pork, and two lamb loins." "Oh, there's Liangpi here? Boss, please have two servings of Liangpi here. "
The stall became busy in an instant.
Qin Guan was in charge of roasting, frying, and stir-frying, Zhou Jing was in charge of making Liangpi, and Li Jian was in charge of cleaning up the stall and serving wine and food.
It was getting dark, and the stall's business was getting better and better. They were so busy that their feet hardly touched the ground. Customers came and went. When they raised their heads to take a breather, it was already late at night.
There were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the street. The surrounding stalls had already started to clean up the tables and chairs, ending the day's business.
After cleaning up the last table, the three of them sat down on small stools.
Qin Guan shook the iron bucket of beer and filled three glasses with its bottom. He picked up one of the glasses and gulped it down.
The three of them finished the beer in one gulp and burped comfortably. Then they turned around to look at the money bag on Qin Guan's waist.
He looked around and took out a thick stack of change from the bag, giving it to them and counting it.
The three of them made more than 600 yuan in one night. After deducting the cost, they had made a net profit of 300 yuan.
Looking at the thick stack of change in front of them, they were breathing heavily in excitement. The tiredness of the busy night had been swept away.
One of them could make more than 100 yuan in one night. In 1998, the average wage had been 700 or 800 yuan. They could have made that much in less than a week.
Qin Guan shook his head and looked at the two excited men in front of him, who were cleaning up the stall at the same time. I wonder if I can make enough money to buy the things I want before college starts.
One was a mobile phone. Currently, only Nokia's 5110 could be used. It was a bit bigger, but it could still be used with a colorful cover.
The other was a computer. I have to buy one when I go to college. The cheapest laptop costs more than 8,000 yuan. I guess I'll have to save up for a desktop.
Qin Guan rode on his tricycle, looking up at the stars above his head, thinking about his future business. He sighed. The revolution has not succeeded yet. Comrades still have to work hard.
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