Since they are reborn, they must be supported by the school beauties.

Chapter 7 Slow Money and Fast Money

Chen Cheng's home is in the staff family compound of the municipal cigarette factory.

My father is an engineer in the quality inspection department of a cigarette factory, and my mother is a female worker in a food factory.

Wu Haoyang's home was farther away. When they reached the intersection, he said to Chen Cheng, "We're going to report on September 1st. Have you told my Uncle Chen and Aunt Cheng? Don't let them send you off. Let's go together."

Chen Cheng recalled the details of reporting to Jiangcheng that year.

Wu Haoyang and I both reported on the 1st, so we had already agreed to leave together.

But because Zhao Siyan's school reporting date was August 31st, in my previous life, I went to Jiangcheng with Zhao Siyan one day in advance.

Because of this incident, Wu Haoyang had a problem with himself for the first time.

I have already rejected Zhao Siyan in this life, so there is naturally no need to stand my brother up.

So Chen Cheng said, "Okay, I'll go back and tell my parents."

After saying goodbye to Wu Haoyang, Chen Cheng found a tobacco shop nearby and sold the remaining hard Zhonghua cigarettes to the owner for recycling.

These days, you can recycle a whole pack of hard-core Zhonghua for 330 yuan, and 30 yuan for a single pack.

Seeing that he was young, the boss thought that the cigarettes were of dubious origin, so he deliberately made up a bunch of excuses like it was difficult to tell whether the cigarettes were genuine or not in order to lower the price.

Chen Cheng didn't argue with him. The total price was originally 600, but he asked for 550.

The boss looked at it carefully, confirmed that the cigarettes were fine, and counted out the money to him.

After checking the money, Chen Cheng put it in his pocket and found his current home according to his memory.

The family compound is composed of four-story red brick buildings. Because the houses are too old, they look very dilapidated everywhere.

When Chen Cheng returned home and fumbled to open the awkward door lock, his parents were sitting in the living room watching TV.

"Hey, our talented students are back from the party!"

Seeing Chen Cheng coming back, his mother Cheng Xiujuan was extremely happy, with pride on her face.

Ever since Chen Cheng received the admission letter from Jiangcheng University, she has been smiling from ear to ear every day.

Dad Chen Jianliang waved a large palm-leaf fan and asked with a smile, "Son, have you drunk?"

"Drink a little."

When Chen Cheng saw his young parents, he felt nothing.

After all, they had dinner together in a villa of over 800 square meters yesterday.

More than an hour ago, they were urging me to get married in the WeChat group.

There is really nothing to miss or sigh about.

Although my parents are younger now than before my rebirth, they also have some common characteristics of people of this generation: poverty.

This poverty is relative.

In the eyes of many people today, Chen Cheng's family, with both parents working, is definitely well-off.

But in the eyes of the reborn Chen Cheng, this is absolute poverty.

The furniture in the house was all hand-made by my father a few years ago.

The 21-inch TV is so small, and it bulges so much at the front and back. I don’t know how I used to watch it.

The white hurdle vest that Dad is wearing now has countless holes in it. It’s not that he can’t afford a new one, but he just can’t bear to throw it away;
The Dacron nightgown my mother was wearing was made by herself many years ago when she bought the fabric. The pattern on it has faded so much that it is no longer recognizable.

The weather at the end of August was hot and humid, and there was no air conditioning at home, so the ceiling fan in the living room was whirring non-stop.

There was a slight evening breeze when Chen Cheng was outside, and he started sweating immediately after entering the house.

He walked under the ceiling fan and said, "Dad, let's buy an air conditioner."

"Why buy that thing?"

Chen Jianliang rejected the proposal without hesitation: "Your mother and I are not hot at all. Besides, it's been twenty days since the beginning of autumn, and there won't be many hot days left."

Chen Cheng was speechless when he saw him sitting under the ceiling fan, fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan.

Cheng Xiujuan also said: "Air conditioners are quite expensive and consume a lot of electricity. My family has to save money to support your college education."

In fact, an air conditioner doesn’t cost much, it will definitely cost around two thousand yuan, which is definitely enough for two people’s monthly salary.

But Chen Cheng knew that his parents had all lived through hard times.

One is the frugal habit acquired since childhood, and the other is the sense of crisis cultivated by hard times.

Therefore, try not to spend any money that you can avoid.

Looking at his parents in front of him, Chen Cheng's nose felt sore and he said from the bottom of his heart: "Dad, Mom, you have been wronged! Just hold on for a few more years, and things will definitely get better!"

"You must have drunk too much, kid."

Chen Jianliang, who always cared about his reputation, said very seriously, "Our family lives a good life. How could your mother and I possibly suffer any injustice?"

"Yes."

Cheng Xiujuan and her husband echo each other: "Our family is harmonious, our son is successful, and he got into a top university. Everyone at work is so envious of us!"

Chen Cheng realized that what he said was inappropriate and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, I said the wrong thing."

Chen Jianliang mistakenly thought his sincere attitude was perfunctory, so he said earnestly, "Son, as the old saying goes, a son will never despise his mother's ugliness, and a dog will never despise his family's poverty."

Chen Cheng was speechless: "No... I really... I didn't..."

Chen Jianliang said seriously again: "Son, being poor is not scary. Do you know what is scary?"

Chen Cheng lowered his head and continued, "The scary thing is, I'm the one who's poor."

"What a joke!" Chen Jianliang clapped his hands loudly, annoyed, and said to the rhythm: "The terrible thing is! When people are poor, their aspirations are even poorer!"

Chen Cheng nodded: "Dad, you are right."

Seeing his sincerity, Chen Jianliang lit a cigarette and said, "By the way, I've discussed with your mother that after you go to college, I'll give you a monthly living allowance of... 550!"

Chen Cheng remembered that he was given five hundred yuan in his previous life.

I will be worth 550 yuan in this life. I think these 50 yuan were a temporary increase given by my father to save face.

In fact, 500 yuan for living expenses is already considered good in Jiangcheng.

If you don't have any big expenses and eat in the cafeteria every day, your food expenses for a month will be less than 300 yuan.

Cheng Xiujuan said, "You were admitted to university, and your family and relatives gave you a red envelope of nearly 8,000 yuan. Your father and I decided to give you this money. After paying tuition and accommodation, you can keep the remaining 2,000 yuan for yourself. You'll need to buy a lot of living and study supplies at the beginning of the school year, and this will cover your first month's living expenses. We'll deposit the money into your bank account monthly starting in October."

Chen Cheng nodded and said casually: "Okay! I will try to make money to support myself in the future."

Cheng Xiujuan was startled and said quickly, "Son, don't follow others and work part-time to pay for your studies! Our family can still afford to support you as a university student. Don't delay your studies just to earn a little money!"

After saying that, he quickly said to Chen Jianliang: "Old Chen, if it doesn't work, give your son a raise in living expenses."

Chen Cheng quickly waved his hands: "No, Mom, that's not what I meant..."

Chen Jianliang took a puff of his cigarette and said seriously, "Okay! I'll raise it to 600!"

Chen Cheng was speechless.

Judging from the situation, the more I shirk my responsibilities, the higher my living expenses will become.

Could it be that they... really think that I think my family is poor?
Sighing, Chen Cheng stopped talking nonsense: "Whatever my parents say, that's it."

Chen Jianliang tilted his head and looked at Chen Cheng for a moment, thinking: Are you acting with me here?

I had originally agreed with your mom that five hundred would definitely be enough to spend, so how come it became six hundred?
Cheng Xiujuan remembered something and said to Chen Cheng, "Son, I asked your dad about this. Most of the kids in our neighborhood go to school and their families don't have cell phones. Do you think you can use one?"

Chen Cheng shook his head: "Forget it, there's no use for me to have a cell phone. There must be landlines in the school dormitories. If you need to find me, just call the dormitory."

For Chen Cheng, he really has no desire for mobile phones in this era. Besides, he doesn't have many friends, so having a mobile phone is a waste.

Seeing her son being so sensible, Cheng Xiujuan smiled and said, "Anyway, Mom is willing to pay for it. Whenever you need to buy a phone, just tell Mom."

Chen Cheng nodded and told his parents that he and Wu Haoyang would go to register together.

At first, my parents didn't agree and wanted to take leave to send him to school to register.

But on second thought, children become independent once they start college, so there is actually no difference between sending them out of home and sending them to school.

So the two of them agreed, but told him not to forget to buy the ticket.

However, there are special temporary trains added during the summer vacation, starting from Fancheng and ending in Jiangcheng, and there are plenty of tickets.

……

Chen Cheng took a shower, returned to his ten-square-meter hut, and tossed and turned in bed alone.

He was addicted to making money in his previous life, so of course he wanted to make money in this life as well.

However, after careful consideration, he found:

In this day and age, it’s easy to make slow money;

It’s hard to make quick money!
What is slow money?

The simplest way is to use 2010 US dollars to buy 2024 bitcoins online in , lock the hard drive in the safe, live well, and take it out in early . Start selling from the price of US dollars and continue selling until the highest point of US dollars. Even if the market crashes, you can still sell billion US dollars.

Lots of money, but it’s slow!

In addition, it is definitely impossible to invest in the two Ma now, but you can wait to invest in Zhang Yiming of ByteDance.

In 2010, Zhang Yiming was still hesitating whether to upgrade to an iPhone 4.

As long as you could invest one or two million in the angel round when he founded ByteDance in early 2012, you wouldn't have to do anything else. By the time ByteDance goes public, your shares would be worth at least tens of billions of dollars.

But this path is slower than buying Bitcoin.

Because it’s 2025 and ByteDance hasn’t even gone public yet.

What should we do during the past twenty years?
You have to make a living, right?

You always have to show off, right?
You always have to go to extravagant places and spend money like water, right?

You will always be pursued by all kinds of beautiful women, right?

Besides, in this world, except for a 39-year-old pauper, no one wants to be poor until the age of 40 and then become rich overnight, right?

So, we need to think about how to make quick money.

Chen Cheng couldn't remember any lottery numbers, and the A-share market in 2002 was also lackluster. It would take at least three years for the next wave of market activity to start. Moreover, even if one took advantage of the information gap to trade some stocks in real life, it would still require capital.

What capital do I have?
My current assets include: nearly 600 yuan in cash, 8,000 yuan in accounts receivable, and 6,000 yuan in accounts payable.

The 9 receivables will probably arrive on the morning of September 1st;
The payable amount of 9 will probably be paid to Jiangcheng University on the afternoon of September 1st.

The handling time was too short and there was no time to embezzle the funds.

Besides, the risk of misappropriation is too great.

If there is any problem in collecting the payment, I won’t be able to continue my studies.

What’s more, today is the 29th!

After a good night's sleep, it's already the 30th. I have to report to school on the 1st, so I don't have much time left for myself.

After thinking it over, he felt that he had just returned to 2002 and lacked understanding of the current market environment. If he wanted to make money, he would wait until he arrived in Jiangcheng and observe carefully before taking action!
(End of this chapter)