However, Jiang Qin was not disappointed. How much profit did he want with a principal of 200 yuan?
It can’t be tens of thousands.
He had never done business before his rebirth, so he was playing this game today just to experience the feeling of making money.
But to be honest, it was a bit of a loss, so Guang Yuxi gave me five boxes. It cost me more than a hundred yuan first, and it took half a day to get there. The two of them were as tired as dogs, and they only got more than seventy yuan.
But what if the principal is larger, and what if you spend something valuable? A doubling of seventy-eight is pretty good.
Jiang Qin took out five ten-dollar coins and handed them to Guo Zihang. He immediately stopped shouting that he was tired of the dog coins and shouted “Thank you” while holding the money.
“Brother, what are you still doing tomorrow?”
“What the hell, I’m almost exhausted. I earned seventy-eight and gave you fifty. The remaining money is enough to buy a pack of cigarettes.”
Jiang Qin was cursing, but in his heart he was actually thinking about the first pot of gold.
Where can I make my first pot of gold?
Those reborn Dogecoins in online novels can easily do big business, why can’t they do it here?
If it was not possible, I would go back and persuade the couple to sell the house and just buy Bitcoin and Moutai stocks.
At this moment, the lunchbox cook holding a shovel came over. He first stared at Jiang Qin, then came over mysteriously, and at the same time handed over a Baijiang.
“How much did you sell for your 200-yuan lunch box?”
Jiang Qin took the cigarette and raised his head calmly: “Four hundred and six.”
Guo Zihang was stunned for a moment, wasn’t it three hundred and eighty?
But seeing Jiang Qin’s calm and calm look, he didn’t dare to speak. He swallowed and lowered his head.
Two hundred becomes four hundred and six?
Can you make two and a half days of money in one day?
The old man selling box lunches was immediately greedy. He lifted up his trousers with a silly smile and squatted down next to Jiang Qin. The smell of oil and smoke mixed with body fragrance hit his face, making Jiang Qin feel a little heady.
However, Jiang Qin didn’t say anything, he just moved to the side and put the cigarette that the uncle handed over to his ear.
The way he looks now, he doesn’t look like a high school graduate at all, but like an old man who dropped out of school to make a living.
“Man, can you tell me the address where you sell lunch boxes?”
Jiang Qin seemed to have expected it, and he raised two fingers very skillfully: “Uncle, give me two hundred yuan, and I will tell you the address.”
The uncle’s eyes were as wide as bells, and he was as shrewd as lightning: “Two hundred yuan? I can barely earn two hundred yuan after working here for one day!”