Rebirth: He Decides to Lie Flat-Chapter 101 - 098 What to Do Without Money (third

Chapter 101 -098 What to Do Without Money (third update)

Chapter 101 -098 What to Do Without Money (third update)

“Achoo”

The scapegoat Yin Shen suddenly sneezed at home for no apparent reason, and immediately a roar came from the living room, “Don’t set the air conditioning so low.”

Meanwhile, in the coffee shop, Jiang Yan had returned to his original seat from Fan Jingjing’s.

The corner of his eye caught sight of her dispirited appearance, making him feel a twinge of guilt.

Then he raised his hand to touch his face, was he really that handsome?

When he looked up and saw Song Jiawen’s face, he immediately put his hand down, never mind, I’m just average-looking.

The novel wasn’t very thick, and Song Jiawen read extremely fast, finishing it in no time and tossing it onto the table.

After finishing their coffee and cake, the two of them got up and left.

Throughout the whole time, Song Jiawen never asked what Fan Jingjing wanted from him; it was as if she had completely forgotten about it, nonchalantly stating that the coffee shop’s strawberry cake was better than their coffee.

Jiang Yan glanced at her, remembering something, and asked, “By the way, which university did Yang Yi get into?”

Squinting her eyes, Song Jiawen thought for a moment. After the college entrance examination, she had visited her great-aunt’s house once and also met Yang Jue, who was home for the summer holiday. At that time, she heard that Yang Yi’s first choice was Beicheng University, but whether he was admitted or not, she didn’t know.

After her own results were out, too many people were seeking her out, so she hadn’t gone to her great-aunt’s house again.

The two went to the bus station to wait for the bus, just as Fan Jingjing’s father came by car to pick her up, stopping at the bus platform.

The passenger side window rolled down, and Fan Jingjing looked at Jiang Yan calmly, “Where are you going? I can give you a lift if it’s on the way.”

Jiang Yan hurriedly shook his head, “It’s probably not on the way, thank you!”

Changing faces so quickly, such a girl was too scary, better to keep a distance.

As the car drove away, Fan Jingjing’s father glanced in the rearview mirror and asked, “Your classmate?”

Looking at the quickly passing streets outside the window, Fan Jingjing hummed indifferently, and after a while, she added, “He got into Beijing University.”

“Beijing University?”

Fan Jingjing’s father looked surprised, “Didn’t our school only have two students who got in? Which one is he?”

Neither.

But Fan Jingjing couldn’t be bothered to explain to her father, leaning her head against the car window and remaining silent.

Seeing her like this, her father guessed a certain possibility, especially since the girl the boy was with earlier had a face too striking to ignore.

He thought for a moment and said to his daughter, “I’ll drive you to Beijing when school starts. You should call that boy later and ask if he wants to ride with us.”

Hearing her father’s words, Fan Jingjing felt even more depressed, as she had just wanted to offer him a lift; yet, his evasive attitude had stung her.

So, was the love letter she tore up in her second year of high school really written by Yin Shen?

But if it was Yin Shen, why was he the one who had been openly showing affection for her all this time?

…..

Elsewhere, Song Jiawen and Jiang Yan caught the bus and not long after they arrived home, Huang Mao came up panting, carrying an old computer.

Jiang Yan hurried over to take it from his hands, “How many did you get today?”

“Eight, and I could have got at least five more if I had brought enough money.”

Huang Mao lifted the hem of his T-shirt and wiped his sweaty face, then said with a mysterious air, “Bro, guess where I went today?”

Jiang Yan looked down at the computer monitor that was at least 50% new. A glint of inspiration flashed through his mind, and he quickly turned his head to Huang Mao, “Did you go to Normal University? Or the Medical College?”

Huang Mao, surprised, replied, “How did you guess? Did you see it? Impossible, I went to the new district. I didn’t go to the main campus.”

However, Jiang Yan touched his chin, puzzled, “It’s August now, shouldn’t all the graduates have left already? How come you still managed to collect old computers?”

Clearly, the computers Huang Mao had collected today were discarded by students after their graduation, much newer than those collected from ordinary households in the city.

Huang Mao explained, “They’re mostly graduate students who came back late from internships. I heard them say that they had to stay because their theses weren’t passed and needed some more work, so they’re only leaving now.”

The reason was not important. What was important was…

Jiang Yan looked thoughtfully at the computers on the ground, “The university campus is actually a big market…”

“What did you say, brother? Ah, I better go down and bring up the rest first, and then I’ll talk to you,” Huang Mao said.

Jiang Yan and Huang Mao went downstairs together and carried up the remaining monitors and CPUs in one go before they both went to take a shower, drenched in sweat.

When they came out, they saw Song Jiawen with an ice pop in her mouth, pointing at the monitors on the floor and saying, “The ones you got today are pretty new. None of them are broken, right?”

Huang Mao nodded, “None are broken. They’re all from out-of-town students who couldn’t be bothered to take them back after graduation. The computers are good, and accordingly, I paid a bit more for them. But these are much better than the worn-out ones, some might not even need reinstalling. We can just take them directly to the county to sell, right, brother?”

Jiang Yan, however, answered indirectly, “You said before that you wanted to go to Beijing with me. That might be possible.”

Huang Mao’s eyes lit up, “Brother, do you agree?”

Jiang Yan had been teaching Huang Mao for a while, but no matter what, Huang Mao just couldn’t learn how to assemble computers. Huang Mao felt pretty useless; without Jiang Yan, he wouldn’t be able to do this business at all.

As for going back to Jianghai Town to open an internet café, how much could that make?

So, recently, Huang Mao had been pondering whether he could go to Beijing with Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan had been noncommittal before, but Huang Mao hadn’t expected there to be a change today.

“The main thing is, you gave me an idea today. We collect computers from graduates, refurbish them, and then sell them to the new students.”

Of course, there’s no shortage of shrewd businessmen anywhere, and there’s definitely someone doing this kind of second-hand computer trading in schools. However, Jiang Yan was very confident in his skills. He believed that the computers refurbished by him would not be worse than others’, and possibly even much better.

The only question was whether they could rent a storefront at the school gate.

Another more important concern was whether they had enough money.

Despite a year of busy hustle, they’d only made just over thirty thousand yuan and that was the total for both of them combined.

In Beijing, every inch of land is worth its weight in gold. Who knew how much a small storefront would cost.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yan felt a bit discouraged. After being reborn, the only thing of value he had was the admission notice from Beijing University. What else had he done?

Just earning a meager income through sheer hard work.

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Sigh…

“What if I invest?”

Jiang Yan and Huang Mao looked at Song Jiawen, who was sitting cross-legged on a chair, counting on her fingers, “I’ve painted fifteen paintings recently, sold them for fifteen thousand, and with the three thousand left after spending, that’s a total of eighteen thousand…”

Huang Mao looked at her enviously, “It’s good to have a skill. You can easily sell a painting for a thousand, unlike me. I can only earn money by physical labor.”

Jiang Yan sighed, “Don’t forget that you still need to set aside your tuition and living expenses.”

With that, there wouldn’t be much left.