Jiang Zhenghong was very considerate: “You must be feeling a little crazy if you dare to say such big things. Let’s have a good drink tonight!”
Jiang Qin waved his hand and refused directly: “Dad, I have thought about it. I want to start a business during the summer vacation. I can’t waste any time.”
“Start a business?”
“Just making money.”
Ms. Yuan Youqin thought for a while: “After dinner, you can clean the dishes. I will give you five yuan for a bowl and ten yuan for the pot.”
Jiang Qin sighed and didn’t argue: “You can just let me wash the dishes and pots. How about giving me three hundred yuan in total?”
After hearing this, Jiang Zhenghong suddenly raised his head: “Is there such a good thing? Then I will do it too!”
“Go, go, three hundred is enough for me to buy a new set. I wash pots and dishes every day and no one gives me three hundred. Go wash your hands and eat!”
“Hey, my business collapsed before it even started.”
Jiang Qin sighed with emotion, washed his hands and returned to the dining table to have a meal with his parents.
Before going to bed, Yuan Youqin walked out of the bedroom and stuffed five copies of Mao Zedong into his hand.
In fact, Ms. Yuan also knows that graduating from high school is like running wild. It costs money to sing and sing at class reunions. Before, asking him to pay five yuan for washing dishes was just a soft-spoken and soft-hearted thing.
Looking at the five hundred in his hand, Jiang Qin felt slightly sad.
Which big entrepreneur’s original capital is only 500, but 500 is just 500, it’s better than nothing.
“Ms. Yuan, you will be the mother of the chairman from now on!”
“I’m content with you being the general manager. Oh, by the way, I asked your uncle to ask at noon. Are you going to Zhengfang Driving School to learn driving in the next few days?”
“We’ll talk about driving lessons later. I have important things to do recently.”
Jiang Qin took the money and went back to the bedroom, turned on the computer, found Guo Zihang’s QQ number, and told him to meet at Center Street early tomorrow morning.
Guo Zihang asked him what he was doing, but Jiang Qin didn’t tell him directly. He just said that he had five hundred yuan now, and the greedy guy called him brother.
After agreeing on tomorrow’s actions, Jiang Qin opened Baidu and planned to read the news online, trying to awaken some memories about key nodes such as demolition and reconstruction, policy changes, stock market status, market premiums, etc., so as to be ready to make a fortune.
But before the web page could load, his eyes stopped on the computer QQ friend list.
Is Chu Siqi’s chat box pinned to the top?
Jiang Qin moved the mouse over, canceled the pin, locked his space, and changed his non-mainstream avatar.
After doing this, he took a look at his personal signature, and at one glance, he picked out all three rooms and one living room.
[I love you, what does it have to do with you? 】