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Seeing the old man's expression soften a bit, Jiang Yizhou quickly explained, "The collectors of Phone Cards and those who use Phone Cards are two different groups. Even if no one collects them and the prices drop, I can still sell them at their original price to those who use them, so I won't lose much! At most... at most I'll lose three to five hundred yuan, which is just like working for free for two months."
In his previous life, while browsing forums, he stumbled upon the fact that in 1996, there were still such opportunities. It seemed much more reliable than stock trading; at least there was nothing wrong with using it to earn the first pot of gold.
Although this wave of growth in the Postal Market wasn't as large as that of the Stock Market, it definitely offered substantial profits. For instance, the main character in this surge was the Pig Card from the Universal Magnetic Card Zodiac Series. At the beginning of 1996, its face value was fifty yuan and could only be sold at a discount. By mid-year, it had risen to eighty yuan, and by March of the following year, during the peak of the Postal Market, it exceeded two thousand yuan.
Moreover, the risks were much lower compared to the Stock Market. It was far simpler than stocks; all one needed to do was remember key points—buy now and sell at two thousand yuan—without having to analyze numerous stock market curves or gather insider information. Just buy it and lock it away in a secured box. Phone Cards are not easily damaged or deteriorated, and after waiting a year, one could reap profits many times over.
It was incredibly simple. In his previous life, upon seeing this news, he found it hard to believe that such an easy opportunity to make money existed. Jiang Yizhou even went to Baidu to verify it and found that it was indeed true. Of course, the postal currency collection market was too small; it was only suitable for making a quick fortune.
"This money... I can lend it to you, but you have to come work with me on the construction site. We'll use your wages for this year as collateral," Jiang Maode thought. You want money? Well, I have money here, but if you want to borrow it, you need to work hard for me. "By the way, this collecting thing doesn't take much time, right?"
"Not at all! Just buy them and occasionally check on their market value!" Jiang Yizhou felt quite pathetic; he had been reborn yet still had to rely on borrowing money from relatives with his wages as collateral.
However, this was a common experience for people like them from the lower social strata—no money, no status, no connections.
If someone fell ill or needed to build a house, relatives and friends could still lend some money out of goodwill. But when it came to pooling funds for business ventures—either they would scare off friends and family with harsh truths or embellish things so much that what was called business turned out to be illegal fundraising. One never knew when their money might disappear along with that family; such things were not unheard of!
"Alright then, let's go meet the Foreman tomorrow and get acquainted. We'll write an IOU and have the Foreman as a witness. Don't think about being dishonest unless you don't want to return home!"
Jiang Yizhou repeatedly agreed. No matter what happened, he had managed to secure this money—three thousand yuan! It wasn't easy at all. In his previous life, when he graduated from university, his starting salary was already five thousand online—not to mention there were also five insurances and one fund. Of course, prices—especially housing prices—were not any lower than they are now; even in Beijing, housing prices hadn't dropped significantly.
"How about we go withdraw the money now?" Jiang Yizhou became a bit pushy and conveniently helped the old man retrieve his bankbook from a rather hidden spot—the upper pocket of a drawer in the cabinet.
However, it was of no use; the old man's house was a typical example of a bare home, so empty that even a thief would have no desire to break in.
Inside the house, apart from a wooden bed, a spring mattress, a table, a cabinet, and a few stools, there was nothing else. The large expanse of bare white walls resembled those rooms in rural areas where buildings were constructed but remained uninhabited.
"First write an IOU, then take the money!" Jiang Maode shot him a glance and then squinted his eyes again, half-leaning against the bed with the piled-up blankets and pillows, turning up the volume on the radio once more.
Fortunately, their conversation did not last long; Sui Tang Yan Yi's storytelling had not yet passed the first chapter. The old man was so familiar with the words that he could recite them effortlessly, so there wasn't much feeling of awkwardness.
However, Jiang Yizhou felt somewhat restless. Logically speaking, he had attended university in his previous life and had worked for seven or eight years. In this day and age, finding a business opportunity should still be relatively easy.
But after leaving school, he had basically been responsible for programming and technical work. Seven or eight years later, while his skills had improved significantly, he had also successfully transformed into a standard homebody. At least in university, he had some classmates and more free time. After graduation and entering the workforce, aside from activities like group dinners, Jiang Yizhou's social interactions outside of work were practically zero. When he wasn't working, he was just playing games...
As a result, every time he reported to his parents that he was safe, he felt lacking in confidence. Aside from his salary being somewhat acceptable, everything else was just something he tried to gloss over.
Right now, in order to quickly obtain startup funds for working as a laborer for a month or two wasn't out of the question; it could be considered experience. However, it still felt somewhat like neglecting himself.
Sitting at the table with his notebook spread out before him, Jiang Yizhou quietly jotted down any thoughts that came to mind while listening to the old man's storytelling...
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"Hurry up and call him uncle; this is your dad's cousin," Jiang Maode slapped Jiang Yizhou on the back of his head as if he had hit upon his nephew's sore spot and began to speak without reservation, pointing at Jiang Youming who was dressed in an oversized trench coat and looked somewhat like a successful person.
"Uncle!" Jiang Yizhou called out while dodging the slap and found himself becoming an observer as the two elders began their usual banter.
"This guy looks strong at first glance; he must be quite capable. I remember he's from the youngest's family, what was his name again? I forgot!" Jiang Youming's broad, rough hands, filled with strength, patted Jiang Yizhou on the shoulder. If it were someone weak, they might have struggled to withstand such a slap.
Jiang Yizhou tightened his body and noticed the uncle's gaze directed at him. He responded with a big smile, revealing more than eight teeth.
"This child, your uncle is asking for your name," Jiang Maode couldn't stand the awkwardness of the situation any longer. Although they were relatives, it was their first meeting, and as a junior, he should at least introduce himself.
Then, with a hint of reproach in his tone, he said to Jiang Youming, "This child is named Jiang Yizhou. You can see that he's quite naive. This year his father asked me to take him out to work, worried that he might get deceived; he's completely clueless!"
"Well, how can it be like this?" Jiang Youming naturally wouldn't follow along with the criticism. He praised him instead, saying, "Honest and straightforward; that's good! Earning money diligently and being an upright person is better than anything else!"
The two elders and the young man chatted about family matters—what village had a wedding, which family had prospered, and who had passed away—there were endless topics to discuss.
"By the way, you two are planning to start working soon, right?" Jiang Youming changed the subject; this was what he cared about most.
"Actually, there's one more thing I want you to witness, Youming. It's nothing serious; you don't need to worry," the elder casually mentioned.
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