nashuaworldcup Chapter 70 Making Money
Chapter 70 Making Money
Xiao Yunqing was sitting in front of the computer, clicking around on the desktop with the mouse.
Song Huan had already downloaded Fantasy Westward Journey for her; the icon was a blue "Dream" character.
She double-clicked to open it, and a login interface popped up with a fantasy landscape painting background and tinkling music.
Song Huan walked over and placed a piece of cardboard on the table.
The cardboard was what he had asked Huang Mao for at the front desk. It was a cardboard box with a few lines of text written on it in marker: "Download MP3s, movies, and songs."
A song costs 0.5-1 yuan, and a movie costs 3-5 yuan. Bulk discounts available, fair and honest pricing.
Song Huan originally planned to discuss splitting the profits with that blond guy, but the blond guy was short-sighted and only wanted cigarettes.
Xiao Yunqing glanced at the sign, then at Song Huan, "You're actually doing this?"
"Of course I'll do it."
She took the sign, looked at it from all angles, then took out a highlighter from her bag and drew a circle of small flowers around the edge of the cardboard.
Yellow, pink, and blue, all crooked and twisted, but it looks quite lively.
Song Huan stared at the flowers, then paused, "What are you doing?"
"Decorate it, it's too ugly and nobody will look at it."
She put the pen away, placed the sign on the table, tilted her head to look at it, and nodded in satisfaction.
"alright."
Song Huan twitched her lips, took the sign to the first-floor entrance, leaned it against the glass door, and stuck it in place with transparent tape.
The blond-haired man glanced at it and laughed, "Pretty flashy."
When I returned to the second floor, Xiao Yunqing was already sitting in front of the computer. The login screen for Fantasy Westward Journey was open, and she was creating a character.
"Which one should I choose?" She turned to look at him.
Song Huan walked over, stood behind her, and bent down to look at the screen.
Humans, Immortals, and Demons—these three options are lined up in a row.
"Humans, simple."
Xiao Yunqing selected the human race and then chose a character.
A female knight-errant, with her hair tied in a ponytail, dressed in short clothes, and holding a sword in her hand.
She stared at the character for two seconds. "Doesn't this look like me?"
Song Huan glanced at the female knight with a ponytail, then at Xiao Yunqing's ponytail, and her lips twitched.
"She's thinner than you."
"Get out!"
Xiao Yunqing turned around and glared at him, then flicked the mouse and selected another character.
A scholar, male, holding a fan, wearing a long robe and a square scarf on his head.
"Why did you choose a man?" Song Huan was stunned.
"I play male characters so no one will harass me." She said matter-of-factly, and gave the character a name: "Huanhuan's older sister."
Song Huan stared at the name on the screen and remained silent for two seconds.
"Are you serious?"
"Seriously." She blinked. "I'm the eldest sister, and you're the younger brother, so what?"
Song Huan took a deep breath and endured it.
Xiao Yunqing controlled the scholar as he ran around the newbie village, accepting quests and fighting monsters, and he was quite serious about it.
Song Huan was teaching her from the side, "Hit that, yes, use this skill. Pick up items, press this."
She learned very quickly and finished the beginner tasks in just over ten minutes.
Once your character reaches level 10, the system will notify you that you can now go to a big city.
"And then?" She turned to look at him.
Song Huan took her mouse, opened her backpack, and glanced at the equipment inside.
"Keep these, don't sell them. When I find better ones, I'll help you list them on Taobao."
Xiao Yunqing nodded, her eyes shining. "I can make money too?"
"able."
She laughed, her eyes curving into crescents, then turned back to continue fighting the monster.
This time he played even more seriously than before, sitting up straight with his ponytail hanging down the back of the chair, clicking the mouse loudly.
Song Huan looked at her serious expression and almost laughed.
Three years ago, she would come to the internet cafe and complain, but now she's sitting here playing games more enthusiastically than anyone else.
He turned back and opened the QQ registration page.
In 04, QQ registration wasn't as strict; one mobile number could register several accounts, and IP addresses weren't blocked.
He registered one by one, and then left them hanging.
He registered short numbers of five or six digits, with numbers that were easy to remember, such as 12345 or 123456, or numbers that followed a pattern, such as 1314520.
These accounts are worthless now, but they'll be incredibly valuable in a while.
He wrote down the account and password in a notepad, typed it line by line, typed more than a dozen lines, saved it, and closed it.
Then I opened another trading platform and looked at the QQ numbers inside.
Five-digit premium phone numbers are now being collected, and one can sell for tens of yuan.
A six-figure sum is cheaper, around ten dollars.
The Sun Ship, which is a ship of the highest rank (like the Sun), sells for a few tens of dollars.
After thinking about it, he bought more than a dozen accounts at a low price and put them up for sale on Taobao.
It focuses on an information gap.
Then, the price is set slightly lower than the market price, aiming for low profit margins and high sales volume.
Xiao Yunqing played the game for a while, then suddenly turned to look at him, "Huanhuan, is this equipment good?"
A dialog box popped up on the screen; it was a sword with a blue name, and its attributes were much better than the one she was currently using.
Song Huan glanced at it. "Keep it. Don't sell it."
Why?
"You can get a better one when you reach a higher level. Use this one for now."
Xiao Yunqing nodded and stored the equipment in the warehouse.
Then I continued fighting monsters, clicking the mouse incredibly fast.
By 3 PM, her character had reached level 15.
I have three blue pieces of equipment and a purple belt in my backpack.
Song Huan helped her list the equipment on Taobao, set a price, and put it up for sale.
Xiao Yunqing leaned over and watched intently, her eyes wide open. "Will anyone buy it?"
"We'll see."
After waiting for about half an hour, the doorbell rang.
With a ding-dong sound, Xiao Yunqing was startled and leaned over to look at the screen.
A buyer messaged me: Boss, is this purple belt still available?
Song Huan replied: Yes.
Buyer: How much?
Song Huan glanced at the price tag: fifty.
Buyer: Can you make it cheaper, forty?
Song Huan typed: 45.
The buyer hesitated for a moment, then sent an OK emoji.
Song Huan sent the transaction link, and the buyer made the payment.
He turned to look at Xiao Yunqing, who stood there stunned, mouth agape, eyes wide open.
"Sold?"
"It's sold."
"Forty-five yuan?"
"Forty-five yuan."
She jumped up, her chair sliding back a bit, scraping across the floor with a screeching sound. "Really?!"
Song Huan turned the screen around to show her that there was an extra forty-five yuan in her bank card, the numbers clearly displayed in blue.
Xiao Yunqing stared at that number for several seconds, then plopped back down and stared at her game character, her eyes changing.
That look in his eyes was like a cat that hadn't eaten for three days seeing a tank of fish.
"I'll keep playing." She turned back, gripped the mouse tighter, straightened her back, and looked as serious as if she were taking an exam.
Song Huan looked at her and laughed. This girl, making money is more useful than anything else.
……
In the evening, the sun wasn't so strong anymore, and sunlight streamed in through the cracks in the window, making the keyboard shine.
Xiao Yunqing played the game for two hours, leveled up her character to level 18, and obtained a blue bracer.
She also listed this wristband on her Taobao store, priced at 25 yuan.
Song Huan wasn't idle either.
I bought more than 30 QQ numbers at low prices in one afternoon. There were six five-digit numbers, more than a dozen six-digit numbers, and three sun-shaped numbers.
He put all these numbers in the shop, selling five-digit numbers for forty or fifty, six-digit numbers for ten or twenty, and buying a "sun" number for twenty and reselling it for thirty.
People kept coming to inquire, and I sold three numbers in one afternoon, making a profit of over eighty yuan.
Adding Xiao Yunqing's forty-five, it's over a hundred.
When Xiao Yunqing saw the number in her bank card change to 150, she was so happy she almost jumped off her chair.
"Huanhuan! You're 150!"
"I saw it, I saw it."
"Have we struck it rich?"
Seeing her excited expression, Song Huan didn't have the heart to discourage her.
150 yuan is enough to make you rich? This girl is too easily satisfied.
"It's still early," he said.
Xiao Yunqing ignored it, turned back to continue playing the game, a wide smile on her face as she hummed a song.
He was humming "Mice Love Rice," and although he was way off-key, it was still quite enjoyable to listen to.
Song Huan leaned back in her chair and looked at her.
The light from the window shone in and fell on her, illuminating her profile.
She was very focused when she played games, her lips were slightly pursed, and her eyelashes drooped down.
The mouse clicked loudly, the keyboard clattered, and the person was so engrossed in the task that it felt like they were taking an exam.
He suddenly felt that this summer vacation wasn't so hard to get through.
"Huanhuan," she suddenly said.
"Um?"
Do you think we'll be very rich in the future?
Song Huan thought for a moment, "Maybe."
She turned to look at him, her eyes bright, "Then you'll treat me to KFC."
"Eating again? Didn't you just eat today?"
"That's for today, and what's later is for later," she said matter-of-factly. "You have to spend the money you earn, otherwise what's the point of earning it?"
"Of course I'll save up money to marry you."
Song Huan said confidently.
"cut!"
Xiao Yunqing pouted and turned back to continue playing the game, but her humming was a little louder than before.
The mouse loves rice, but it ran off-key and ended up at grandma's house again.
Outside the window, the sun was setting, and the horizon was ablaze with orange-red.
The internet cafe still smelled of smoke, the keyboards were still greasy, and the screen light was still blinding.
But Xiao Yunqing sat beside her, her ponytail swaying back and forth, humming a song, her feet swinging under the table.
Looking at the 150 yuan in her bank card, Song Huan felt that she should be able to make a lot of money this summer.