Brother! This is the adoption certificate. I don't want your sister-in-law!

Su Xiao screwed the cap back on the iced tea, leaned back in her chair, and sighed.

Su Xiao, Su Xiao, if you're going online, just go online properly. Why are you flirting with those young, frivolous girls?

Now look what's happened, he's been harassed by a frivolous young woman.

He rummaged through his memories and found some fragments.

In my past life, I was squatting at the entrance of an internet cafe, smoking a cigarette, bragging to a group of teenagers with brightly colored hair.

He said he wanted to buy a "ghost fire" motorcycle and become the leader of the intellectual circle.

Wu Mengmeng leaned on his shoulder, looking happy and proud.

The unexpected passing of his parents brought the farce to an abrupt end; he neither bought the will-o'-the-wisp nor became the leader of the spiritual circle.

Thinking of this, he gave a self-deprecating smile, took another sip of iced tea, and found it exceptionally delicious.

Guojiao, chilled, truly lives up to its reputation.

It would be even better if it had Chocola and Sprite.

He put the bottle on the rack and squatted down to get back to work.

I was so busy until noon that I didn't even have time to eat.

After plugging in the network cable, all machines were able to connect to the network normally, and the local area network transmission speed reached the maximum of 100 Mbps.

The boss personally tested several machines and confirmed that there were no problems.

Afterwards, the shopkeeper counted out fifteen red banknotes from the metal cabinet under the cash register and slapped them into Su Xiao's hand.

Su Xiao folded the banknotes neatly and carefully stuffed them into the deepest part of her pocket.

This was his start-up capital, and every penny had to be spent wisely.

The boss offered him a cigarette, but Su Xiao waved his hand and didn't take it.

The owner lit his own order, leaned against the internet cafe entrance watching him, and remarked with a sigh, "I didn't expect someone like you who spends all his time in internet cafes to know this stuff. Are you planning to drop out of school, start working early, and get married sooner?"

Su Xiao patted the money in his pocket again and smiled at the boss.

"How could that be? I'm still planning to study and go to university."

The boss almost dropped the cigarette from his mouth.

"With grades like yours, you think you can even go to university? You're lucky you didn't get burned out. It's more likely your sister will get into university."

Su Xiao had already walked to the door with her schoolbag on her back, and simply raised her hand and waved casually.

"We can't let her get into university and then be laughed at for having an uneducated brother."

Su Xiao's voice drifted back from outside the door.

The boss leaned against the door frame, watching the slovenly figure walk further and further away. It took him a while to come to his senses, and he chuckled and cursed.

"This child seems different from before."

……

Su Xiao hailed a taxi, clutching her backpack to her chest, watching the street scenes outside the window recede into the distance.

Guochu Computer City is the largest electronics and digital product hub in Jingcheng. Its three-story glass curtain wall reflects the sunlight with a dazzling white glow.

Not far ahead is Orange Isle.

On weekends, the area is packed with people—flying kites, riding bicycles, college students on dates, and sitting all over the grass.

He leaned back in the taxi and thought that he could bring Xu Niannian over to see it sometime.

I heard there's a hotel nearby with a nice environment and a reasonable price... wait, what are you thinking?

He flicked the thought out of his mind.

The Guochu Computer City was even bigger than he remembered.

The first floor sells brand-name computers. A row of brand-new desktop computers is displayed behind a glass counter, and the price tags are enough for an average family to live on for half a year.

The second floor is the accessories section, with graphics cards, motherboards, and memory modules, ranging from genuine to counterfeit products.

The third floor is a second-hand market, and the air is filled with the smell of old electronic products.

Su Xiao wandered around the third floor several times.

The shop owners, seeing that he looked like a student, carrying an old schoolbag and standing in front of the counter looking him over, impatiently urged him to leave quickly so as not to delay their business.

Su Xiao wasn't angry. She could leave whenever she wanted and stop whenever she wanted, just like Mundo, who could go wherever he wanted.

After touring all three floors, he had a general idea of ​​the current market.

He can't do big business.

With insufficient funds and no distribution channels, they couldn't even afford to rent a decent counter, let alone stock up on goods.

You should only do small businesses with low investment and quick returns.

In this field, second-hand mobile phones and MP3 players are the two fastest ways to make money.

He stood at the escalator entrance on the third floor for a while and decided to start with second-hand mobile phones.

In his past life, he sold and repaired mobile phones. Disassembling phones, replacing screens, and changing batteries were not much more complicated than debugging local area networks.

He walked into a second-hand mobile phone stall.

The counter was densely packed with dozens of mobile phones: Nokia, Motorola, Siemens, and a few flip phones from Bird.

The boss was a tall, thin man in his early thirties, wearing a plaid shirt and holding a cigarette.

Seeing that the person who came in was a student who looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, he only raised his eyelids slightly and didn't even bother to greet him.

He'd seen too many students like that. Most of them would save up their allowance for half a year to buy the cheapest second-hand phone, spend ages trying it out and picking and choosing, and then haggle over twenty yuan when it came time to pay.

This kind of guest isn't worth him getting up from his chair.

Su Xiao didn't look at him, but squatted down to look at the machine in the counter.

A few minutes later, he looked up and said in a flat tone, "Give me ten of these for eighty yuan each."

The boss paused for a moment while holding the cigarette.

Ten units?

Eighty yuan a unit?

This isn't about buying cheap machines; it's about buying in bulk.

He calmly stubbed out his cigarette, stood up from his chair, and his expression changed from perfunctory to that of a businessman: "Ten units? Young man, are you buying these for yourself or for someone else?"

Su Xiao ignored his question and asked, "Do you have any in stock?"

Yes, yes, yes.

The boss turned around and went to the back warehouse to move goods, already making plans in his mind.

At the price point of eighty yuan, there are quite a few unsold machines sitting in the warehouse. The casings are worn, the batteries are old, and the systems are lagging. Even selling them as spare parts would be too much of a hassle.

He originally planned to pack them up and sell them to recycling dealers after a while; he would be lucky to get 30 or 40 yuan per unit.

Today, a student came in and immediately asked for ten units, refusing to budge on the price.

As expected of a student, they don't know anything.

He chuckled to himself, thinking, "What a sucker."

While moving the goods, he also casually stuffed in an extra one with a cracked casing, since they were students and no one could tell it was a refurbished machine.

As the goods were brought up, Su Xiao picked them up one by one to examine them.

When opening and closing a flip phone, listen to the tightness of the hinge. When pressing each button on a candybar phone, test the rebound force.

The battery compartments were disassembled one by one, and the motherboard serial numbers and the wear of the screw holes were examined against the light.

The shop owner watched from the side, initially smiling and saying things like "This one has a good signal" and "That one just had its battery replaced," but then he gradually fell silent.

Because Su Xiao read it too quickly.

Each TV takes him no more than two minutes to watch, and then he puts it aside.

Good things go to the left, and problematic things go to the right.

The boss started to feel something was wrong.

This person is so efficient at choosing machines; he doesn't even need to look at the back cover, he just pries it open with his fingernail.

That's so skillful!

He suddenly became unsure whether the person in front of him was a student or a colleague.

"The motherboard of your machine has been repaired."

Su Xiao placed a Nokia phone on the stack on the right.

"The bridging solder joints are not clean, and the battery cables with flying wires won't last more than three months. They'll become time bombs soon. I didn't buy a Samsung for eighty yuan."

Amazingly Three Stars...

The boss's lips twitched, and he became even more certain that the other party was not as simple as he seemed. He said, "This... maybe I didn't pay attention when I received it..."

Su Xiao ignored his explanation and continued watching the next TV.

I opened and closed the flip phone three times, pressed the navigation key, opened the battery compartment and looked at it against the light for five seconds, then put it back on the right.

"The ribbon cable on this unit has been replaced; it's not the original one. The buttons will last less than six months, and there are traces of liquid leakage around the edges of the screen."

He went through the entire batch of goods, and of the ten machines, he picked out five and placed them on the right.

Half of them were substandard.

The boss fell completely silent.

The politeness of a businessman had completely vanished from his face, replaced by shock and astonishment.

He's been in this line of work for seven or eight years, and he's seen all kinds of customers.

But a sixteen or seventeen-year-old student can tell from a flip phone, after flipping it a couple of times, that the ribbon cable has been replaced and it's not the original.

This isn't a guest, this is a fucking expert.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say a few polite words.

But looking at the five problematic machines that had been picked out on the table, I felt that saying anything would be like humiliating myself.

Finally, he sighed and pushed the machines aside: "These don't count, I'll replace them for you."

"I don't need to replace them all. I'll take the five good ones, but the price will be thirty-five. I'll take the three bad ones, and the price will be twenty."

Su Xiao took out some money from his pocket and placed it on the counter. "Keep the two motherboards that have been repaired for yourself."

The shopkeeper stared blankly at the few banknotes on the counter.

He thought Su Xiao would either try to lower the price or leave, but he didn't expect her to lower the price and even leave him some room to maneuver.

The boss's face immediately broke into a smile. He pulled out a cigarette and handed it to him, his tone completely changing: "Young man, what kind of business are you in?"

"The guy who used to repair phones."

Su Xiao took the cigarette and tucked it behind her ear. "Eight phones in total, 235 yuan. If you're serious about doing business, I'll come and pick up a batch every week, and you can reserve some for me. But if you keep giving me these kinds of crappy phones, then forget it."

"No, no, young man, you should have said you were an expert sooner!"

The boss quickly said that he had taken another cardboard box and packed all eight machines in, but hesitated for a moment when sealing it with tape.

Then the shopkeeper pulled out a Nokia candybar phone from under the counter and placed it on top.

"Young man, this is for you. It's practically brand new and a rare find. Consider it a gift to make friends."