Rebirth: Start to Save the Treasure Girl

In the days leading up to the start of the school term, Lin Ruoxi became less enthusiastic about work, getting up late every day and rushing home to buy groceries before dark, with her days packed full of activities.

While Lin Ruoxi was at work, Xue Rui took the opportunity to visit the school and Huang Siyue to discuss business matters.

Until the day before school started, Xue Rui was called over by Huang Siyue to cut the ribbon for the opening ceremony.

Since Xue Rui didn't have a car, he naturally called Gu Muxue's driver.

Of course, Xue Rui called out to her at the school gate, as he didn't want to reveal the location of Lin Ruoxi's home.

The Maybach slowly pulled over to the side of the road, and Yang Xing gave Xue Rui a strange look:
"Mr. Xue, I can pick you up from the neighborhood from now on. You don't need to go through all this trouble."

Xue Rui narrowed his eyes; Yang Xing meant that he already knew the location of Lin Ruoxi's house.

Sure enough, the spy was right next to him!

"Fine," Xue Rui said through gritted teeth.

"Don't glare at me. It's the Gu family that pays my salary." Yang Xing showed no remorse whatsoever.

"Uncle Yang, you used to be a spy, didn't you?" Xue Rui said sarcastically.

Yang Xing didn't reply at all, letting Xue Rui chatter on in the back row.

It wasn't until they were almost at their destination that he finally asked, "Mr. Xue, which store?"

Xue Rui looked up and glanced out the window. The nearby roads were narrow and traffic was very congested, but the cars in front and behind him were clearly keeping a certain distance from him.

Indeed, luxury cars have their advantages.

"The red storefront on the right." Xue Rui recognized his brand at a glance.

"Mr. Xue, no offense, but is it really necessary for you to personally come all the way here for the ribbon-cutting ceremony?"

Yang Xing stared at the "Zhuanzhuan Recycling" sign outside the window, his lips twitching repeatedly.

The storefront is only a dozen square meters. On the left is a ramen shop, and on the right is a breakfast shop.

What big scene has he never seen?
This is the first time I've ever seen such a small shop.

"That's because you haven't seen other stores." Xue Rui grinned.

"Oh? How much bigger than this?" Yang Xing asked with great interest.

"Three to five shops combined..."

Xue Rui spoke slowly, silently calculating in his mind.

Other storefronts are only a few square meters at most. To put it bluntly, they are just small stalls on the first floor of large shopping malls, or they don't even have storefronts. They hire young people to carry suitcases and collect items from various universities. This is what they want to do: asset-light business.

Only at this "super-sized" store did he have the opportunity to cut the ribbon.

"Three or five square meters? That's not much." Yang Xing took a sip from his thermos while waiting for the traffic light.

"All of them combined aren't even as big as this one," Xue Rui added earnestly.

"So small?" Yang Xing coughed, he was indeed surprised.

Two minutes later, the Maybach stopped in front of the recycle bin, and several young people in the store came up to open the door.

Huang Siyue, holding a steamed bun in her hand, had just walked out of the breakfast shop: "Boss, want some steamed buns?"

Xue Rui got out of the car and looked around. At the stalls of the restaurants on both sides, many people were carrying plastic bags from the hospital, which were probably filled with various medicines and test reports. Many customers had their brows furrowed.

The atmosphere can affect people, and Xue Rui's mood instantly soured.

"Why did you open your shop here?" Xue Rui asked in a cold voice.

What he wants to do is a high-turnover recycling organization. Many young people and college students are trapped in the consumerism trap. When they are short of money, they will use digital products to make money to tide them over. He himself controls the campus platform and monetizes his own traffic.

But the biggest commonality among young people is their strong physical resilience, so they don't go to the hospital at all.

This is no different from opening a spicy crayfish stall in front of a proctology hospital.

Huang Siyue handed Xue Rui a steamed bun, gesturing for him to come in and talk.

"This is a prime location! Do you know how long I've been waiting for this storefront?" Huang Siyue pointed in several directions:

"This area, and that area, this whole area is a hospital."

"And then?" Xue Rui narrowed his eyes, a bad feeling creeping into his heart.

"You know the Cancer Hospital? There are two of the largest in the entire Northwest right here," Huang Siyue said proudly, holding up two fingers.

"They often need money for life-saving treatment, understand?"

Xue Rui took a deep breath; he naturally understood what Huang Siyue meant.

Surrounded by families of cancer patients, they were often driven to emotional breakdown by the hospital bills. When people are at their most vulnerable, they don't have the energy to negotiate prices, and Huang Siyue seized on this opportunity.

"We have a large scale advantage, so we don't lack customers. Moreover, it's a self-operated system, so we can get a lot of high-end models here. If we lower the price by another 30% compared to other stores, people will still come..."

Huang Siyue didn't notice the change in Xue Rui's expression and continued to paint a picture of a bright future.

"Siyue, do you think this counts as ill-gotten gains?" Xue Rui asked slowly.

“Others are more ruthless than us. These people can’t keep their money forever. What difference does it make who earns it?” Huang Siyue said, playing on her phone.

Xue Rui took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

He understood this principle; if he didn't earn that money, someone else would.

"Taking advantage of someone's misfortune, to put it bluntly, they're making money off the dead," Xue Rui muttered to himself.

"A fool wouldn't take the money." Huang Siyue rolled her eyes at Xue Rui.

Yang Xing was drinking water behind Xue Rui and looking around the shop's furnishings. He also heard their conversation.

From a business perspective and geographical location standpoint, the area is surrounded by two budget restaurants with high customer traffic and long enough customer dwell time, so Xue Rui's restaurant is definitely profitable. Yet, Xue Rui is still agonizing over whose money he's making.

He was very curious and wanted to hear what Xue Rui planned to do next, since Xue Rui had never acted according to common sense since he met him.

After drinking tea for about ten minutes in the shop, a middle-aged woman walked to the front desk, took out a brand-new gaming laptop from her bag, and was also carrying a lunchbox.

"Young lady, how much can I sell this for?" The woman frowned, her gaze lingering on the computer screen, muttering to herself.

“My son bought the computer for college, and he’s only used it for six months. He’s a sensible kid. When he went to school, he told me to take it to exchange for money. He said his school also has a recycling program and the price is fair.”

Xue Rui gritted his teeth; he simply couldn't bear to make this kind of ill-gotten money.

However, if he bids too high, he will likely face retaliation from his competitors, so he has no choice but to make this money.

"Auntie, why don't you go check out the area near the school? We have a shop there too. We just opened today and can't handle all of this yet," Xue Rui said with a smile, declining the offer.

Huang Siyue paused for a moment, then returned the computer.

"I'm bringing food to his dad. Is it far?" The woman touched the lunchbox, as if checking the temperature of the food.

“It’s not far.” Huang Siyue opened her phone’s map and showed the woman the locations of the other shops.

After the woman left, Huang Siyue said sarcastically, "It makes me seem heartless, but as the saying goes, you can only choose between money and conscience."

Yang Xing nodded in agreement.

Xue Rui tapped the table lightly: "I won't shortchange you on your salary and commission, but I have other plans." "What plans?" Huang Siyue moved a stool over and sat down, wanting to hear what Xue Rui had to say.

Xue Rui had made up his mind to keep the profits from this store.

Having been reborn, he has too many information gaps in his mind. Making money is not difficult for him. He can make a fortune just by speculating in stocks and cryptocurrencies. He doesn't need this kind of "unscrupulous" money.

"Let's wait a month and see how much profit this store can generate before I make any arrangements," Xue Rui said, rubbing his chin.

"And what about the ribbon-cutting ceremony?" Huang Siyue asked.

"I'm not cutting it anymore. There are hospitals all around here, it's bad luck." Xue Rui waved his hand.

Yang Xing nodded to himself, thinking that Xue Rui was indeed different, and had done something that he couldn't understand.

“I’m nearby. Call me when you’re leaving,” Yang Xing reminded him.

"You go first, I still need to pick up Mu Xue at the station later." Xue Rui waved his hand blankly, thinking about how to use the money to help the disadvantaged without infringing on the interests of his peers.

"I'm going out for a walk." Xue Rui turned and walked out, wanting to get some fresh air and find some inspiration.

He stared at the breakfast shop's menu for a long time. The price tags on it had been changed again and again, as if they had been raised and then lowered back.

The breakfast shop was closing up shop at the moment. Xue Rui stepped forward and offered the owner a cigarette: "Boss, I'm from the shop next door. We'll be neighbors from now on. Come in and sit for a while anytime."

"Okay," the man replied politely.

"What kind of people come here to eat?" Xue Rui asked casually.

"They're mostly family members of patients. I've been doing this for over ten years. Now the cost of materials has gone up, and the profit margin is too thin. I don't know whether I should raise prices or not. If I do, I'm afraid I won't have any customers..."

The man lit a cigarette and habitually complained about how difficult business was.

"Then you've been taking care of these patients," Xue Rui complimented.

"Not really, just trying to make a living." The man waved his hand, admitting that he wasn't that generous.

"The people eating here are all family members of patients. They dare not let their patients eat out. They all go home and cook for themselves. It's very tiring for them to run back and forth."

The man looked at the brand-new Maybach in the distance, then at Xue Rui, and couldn't help but reveal an envious look.

But he only glanced at it a few times before quickly looking away.

"You guys make a lot of money in this line of work, you can all afford such nice cars." The man took a deep breath, his heart filled with turmoil.

The differences between people are too great.

"It's at home, not mine." Xue Rui distanced himself from the situation.

The man looked surprised, then said with a half-smile, "Good luck. I'm heading back now. See you tomorrow."

Xue Rui looked at the greasy menu by the door and said, "Boss, I think your prices are wrong."

"Tell me about it?" The man stopped in his tracks.

Children from wealthy families who start doing business at such a young age are definitely better at business acumen than they are otherwise.

“You’re selling it too cheaply. With the current rent trends, you can’t survive without raising prices,” Xue Rui said.

"You don't understand, breakfast shops are very price-sensitive," the man said with a wry smile.

"Let me finish. You can make two menus, one with a heart-shaped design and one regular menu," Xue Rui smiled slightly and explained in detail.
"The 'charity menu' means we don't make a single penny, and we even subsidize some of it to the patients' families. The regular menu increases the average price per customer to make money from individual customers."

"Patients can get real benefits, and you can also gain a good reputation. These days, with the internet so developed, you might even make the news. Will you still need customers in the future? Kind-hearted customers won't care about the price."

The man's eyes widened instantly. He pulled a cigarette case from his pocket and offered one to Xue Rui: "What's your surname, brother?"

"My surname is Xue," Xue Rui said with a smile, thinking to himself that the man was still moved.

"I don't understand the internet. Is it really that powerful?" the man asked humbly.

"There are still more good people than bad in this world. As long as you keep doing it patiently, your good deeds will eventually be discovered," Xue Rui said earnestly.

"This pancake is too big, I can't eat it." The man turned and walked away.

He didn't know if any good things would happen later, but if he did as Xue Rui said, his business would go bankrupt in less than six months.

"You keep a ledger, and I'll cover any losses you incurred. My shop is right here; I can't run away," Xue Rui said calmly.

The man turned around abruptly, looking Xue Rui up and down in disbelief.

After circling Xue Rui several times, he said, slowly and deliberately, "Young man, what are you after?"

Xue Rui's financial resources are beyond doubt, but even though Xue Rui paid out of his own pocket to do good deeds, the reputation still belonged to him in the end.

He racked his brains but still couldn't figure out what Xue Rui had gained from it.

"Didn't our teacher teach us to do lots of good deeds?"

Xue Rui said calmly, then turned and walked back into the shop.

A short while later, Yang Xing got out of the Maybach, approached the man, and offered him a pack of cigarettes.

"Brother, what did that young man just say to you?" Yang Xing was also very curious; Xue Rui's mood was very strange today.

The man was still in shock, but he didn't hide anything and honestly told the other party what had happened.

……

By the afternoon, Xue Rui had spent the entire day in the shop, and Huang Siyue had been on guard against him all day.

Whenever a guest came in, Huang Siyue would glance behind her and signal to Xue Rui not to interfere.

However, Xue Rui was just playing on his phone. Since he found a way to "spend money," he felt much better and stopped caring about Huang Siyue's affairs.

Xue Rui dozed off for a while, lying on the table, waiting for Lin Ruoxi to come and pick him up.

Xue Rui didn't know how long he had slept, but he felt a furry touch on his face that tickled him.

Xue Rui frowned in pain. He took a sniff and recognized the shampoo's familiar scent.

Yes, Lin Ruoxi has arrived.

"Huang Siyue," Xue Rui said with his eyes closed.

Lin Ruoxi stared blankly. She slowly turned her head and looked at Huang Siyue with great vigilance.

Huang Siyue looked on in disbelief, wondering what was going on.
"Huang Siyue, stay away from me. I have a girlfriend. Xixi will be unhappy," Xue Rui said with his eyes closed, trying to cheer Lin Ruoxi up.

Lin Ruoxi covered her mouth, her eyes filled with surprise.

Even when Xue Rui is sleeping, he's rejecting other girls.

"Rui, come sleep in the car with me." Lin Ruoxi's voice was very gentle.

"Huh?" Xue Rui suddenly raised his head, his tone surprised:

"Xixi, you're here? Let's go."

After the two left, Huang Siyue spat at Xue Rui's retreating figure a few times.

"You bastard, are you using me as a wingman?" (End of Chapter)