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The old man saw his nephew sitting on the steps in front of the door and spoke in a strange tone, "Aren't you supposed to be out exploring and experiencing things? Why are you still here?"
Jiang Yizhou, with a smile on his face, had been waiting for his Uncle to arrive while continuously jotting down useful information he could think of in a notebook he had just bought.
Surprisingly, there were quite a few ways to earn his first bucket of gold. He even remembered the lottery numbers he bought after finishing his college entrance exams in his previous life. At that time, he sought some good luck after the exams and later checked the results, managing to earn a few bucks. He remembered it vividly; he had written down this scattered information on two pages.
But what good was it? Those events were from 2008, and at this time in his previous life, he hadn't even been born yet! As the saying goes, one eats from the mountains if they rely on them, and from the water if they depend on it. Now, he was relying on his Uncle, so naturally, he could only depend on him.
"Uncle, didn't you ask me to come back for dinner? I finished my tasks early and had to come back ahead of time!" Jiang Yizhou got up from the spot he had warmed up and stuffed his paper and pen back into his bag, smiling somewhat obsequiously.
Self-awareness is valuable; as long as one isn't doing something against their conscience, having self-awareness is definitely a good thing. Just like now, after thinking it over, he realized that he was ambitious but lacked practical skills. In a short time, there was no legal way to make quick money, so he obediently returned.
"Kid, are you plotting something behind my back? You were acting all tough before but now you've turned into a domesticated dog?"
Jiang Maode was an honest man; otherwise, he wouldn't have been played around by his ex-wife. However, after experiencing significant changes in life, if one couldn't learn a lesson and make some changes, then their suffering would be in vain.
Now, the old man was much shrewder and more perceptive. He might have found something that required money; wasn't it just to get some cash that he didn't want to work construction before?
"Go clean this fish; we're having fish soup for dinner!" The old man glanced at his eager nephew beside him and extended the hand holding the fish to signal Jiang Yizhou to take it.
Jiang Yizhou quickly took the bag containing the fish and went to a simple stove under the eaves. He searched for some tools and ingredients and began preparing the fish.
Having lived alone for many years and not particularly liking takeout or eating out, he had developed decent cooking skills that were palatable. His mother in his previous life had tasted his cooking once and commented on it.
"This story takes place 1,300 years ago during the Sui Dynasty. On the road leading to Beiping Prefecture, three people were walking. Upon closer inspection, it was two criminals..."
The sound of storytelling came from the radio. Jiang Maode loved listening to these narrative stories about historical events like the Sui-Tang period or the Three Kingdoms; he never got tired of them. Unfortunately, this place couldn't receive programs about Yu opera or Peking opera; there were a few programs available but he couldn't appreciate them.
"Uncle, the fish is being marinated. Can you see if there's anything else you want me to do?" Jiang Yizhou had already taken care of things outside, but he couldn't find any soap, so he had to wash his hands for quite a while to get rid of the fishy smell.
"What have you seen? Have you found a way out?" Jiang Maode felt that the conversation with his nephew was becoming increasingly strange. The standard Mandarin that Jiang Yizhou spoke made him feel like he was losing touch with his own dialect.
"I want to borrow some money from you to start a business." Jiang Yizhou was not joking. After confirming that his parents were still alive in this life and that he was also still here, he realized that the venture he had in mind only needed a small amount of startup capital.
"How much?"
Jiang Yizhou blinked repeatedly, tentatively holding up three fingers. "How about... three thousand?"
"You little rascal, are you trying to kill me?" Jiang Maode slammed his hand on the side of the bed. It didn't make much noise, and his hand must have hurt, but the look of indignation on his face masked the pain. "Do you know how much three thousand is? How much can you earn in a month working at the Brick Factory back home?"
Jiang Yizhou knew that asking for such a large sum was indeed unreasonable. In this era, earning three hundred a month was considered normal, and many people couldn't even make that much. However, he was confident that he could pay it back! This was something he was sure of.
Faced with the old man's scolding, Jiang Yizhou couldn't back down. He had his reasons, although he couldn't let the old man know. As long as he could convince him now, he would eventually turn his all-in into foresight through results—showing courage and strategy.
Isn't that what they say?
As long as you succeed, even a fart is experience; if you fail, everything you do is worthless!
So... not being good with words, Jiang Yizhou didn't know how to convince this Uncle.
For a moment, it seemed like the air had frozen. This awkward situation was particularly difficult for Jiang Yizhou to navigate each time, such as during various defenses in college, job interviews after graduation, and meetings after entering the company. He had lost countless opportunities because of this issue; he could no longer count them all.
"Uncle, I really don't know how to explain this to you. I've always listened to you and have never lied to you. Just trust me this once; really, just this one time will be enough?"
Jiang Yizhou, I’m sorry for using your honest reputation to deceive the elders. I promise that from now on, I will ensure that our parents live a good life, in a villa, no longer having to toil in the fields, and enjoy a comfortable life.
Jiang Yizhou lowered his head, his expression strange. He was afraid he would burst out laughing; he was straightforward, and his emotions were always written on his face. Although he had learned a lot from life's experiences, he still couldn't help but smile now.
“What do you need so much money for?”
Jiang Maode had seen many people and things that became wealthy over the years, but he had seen even more who lost everything overnight. He had no intention of getting married again in this lifetime; there was no need to work himself to death. He planned to save some money, go back home to fix up the house, and grow some vegetables. Life could be manageable that way.
Now Jiang Yizhou had the same look in his eyes as those who wanted to get rich quickly. The old man could afford the three thousand yuan; after all these years of working, he had saved over forty thousand yuan in his bank account.
“I want to invest in Phone Card, you know, those cards used to make calls from phone booths on the street!” Jiang Yizhou confidently stated his decision.
“Are you crazy? Is this something you can play with?” The old man didn’t often use the phone booths but knew a bit about Phone Card. “Isn’t it just for making calls? You spend one hundred yuan to buy a card worth one hundred yuan; how can you sell it for two hundred?”
“You can! Uncle, do you know about Monkey Stamp? The 1980 version of Monkey Stamp has risen from eight cents to over a thousand yuan now. This stuff has collectible value. This year, Phone Card has been rising steadily, and Phone Card has a safety net; if you buy a one hundred yuan card, it won’t drop much even if it falls!”
Jiang Yizhou felt at a loss for words to describe it. He had learned all this from some Pig's Earth Forum, just snippets of information mentioning key times and some of the most famous Phone Card names.
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