HPDBC Chapter 215 Internet Cafe Transfer
Chapter 215 Internet Cafe Transfer
Xiao Yunqing walked ahead, taking off his tiger-head hat and holding it in his hand.
Her hair was a little messy from the wind, with a few stray strands sticking to the side of her face.
She reached out and touched it, then glanced back.
Song Huan followed slowly behind, her hands in her pockets.
"Hurry up," she said.
Song Huan quickened her pace by half a step, then slowed down again.
He suddenly stopped when he reached the street corner.
Xiao Yunqing walked several steps away, then turned around when she realized the person hadn't followed.
Song Huan stood in front of a shop, looking up at the signboard.
Most of the neon lights on the sign were off, leaving only the character "网" (net) still lit, flashing forlornly in the night.
Tianqi Internet Cafe.
A piece of paper was pasted on the glass door, with the words "Transfer" in large black letters on a white background, and a phone number below it.
The internet cafe was pitch black, with no lights, and you couldn't see what lay inside.
Looking inside from the entrance, you can vaguely see the outlines of rows of computers, neatly stacked, as if waiting for someone.
Xiao Yunqing walked back, stood next to him, and looked inside as well.
"What are you looking at? This internet cafe is closed; there's a sign saying it's for sale."
"I just saw it was for sale," Song Huan said.
Xiao Yunqing was taken aback. "You want to buy it?"
Song Huan nodded. "That's definitely the idea."
Song Huan wasn't joking. Before the New Year, Song Wentao took him to open a bank account, and Song Huan deposited all the money he earned into it.
Last semester, a total of 2391 students at Jiangcheng No.1 Middle School registered for cards. After deducting various expenses, Song Huan's net profit was 130,000 yuan.
The number of people who applied for cards at No. 12 Middle School was also quite large, totaling 2471 people, with a net profit of 140,000 yuan.
The rest are the main force: the Ninth Primary School!
With 2561 parents signing up for cards, plus those who upgraded their cards, the net profit reached a staggering 18 yuan!
In other words, Song Huan currently has a full 45 yuan in this card!
Song Huan had originally planned to invest the money in stocks, but she has now changed her mind.
Making money from stocks is too slow; he needs a faster way to generate more money.
Xiao Yunqing moved closer to the glass door and stood on tiptoe to look inside.
It's very large inside; there are at least seventy or eighty machines on the first floor, and there's a staircase leading to the second floor.
The two floors together are at least 200 square meters.
The equipment looks complete, with tables, chairs, computers, and air conditioning—everything is there.
It's hard to see clearly through the glass, so I can't tell if it's new or old.
"An internet cafe is so expensive, do you even have the money?"
Xiao Yunqing turned around and looked at him. "Besides, what can you do with it if you buy it? The previous owner ran away. It must have been unable to continue operating, so it was sold."
Song Huan didn't say anything, but silently wrote down the phone number on the transfer sign.
The string of numbers went through his mind and was etched into his memory.
"I know, I'm just looking, I might not buy."
He pulled his hands out of his pocket, rubbed them together—they were cold. "Besides," he said, "how much money do you make running an internet cafe? I'm not going to run one."
Xiao Yunqing blinked. "If you're buying an internet cafe but not opening it, what are you going to do?"
"Open a studio."
Song Huan smiled, a smile that looked somewhat mysterious under the streetlights.
"A studio? What's that?" Xiao Yunqing was even more curious.
He always managed to say words she couldn't understand.
Song Huan put her hands back in her pockets and walked towards home.
"It's like paying people to come and play games, just like when you played Fantasy Westward Journey."
Xiao Yunqing followed him and walked beside him.
She thought for a moment, then seemed to understand, "So, you sell the equipment they drop to make money?"
"Yes, that's exactly the point." Song Huan nodded. "You can think of it as them being responsible for sourcing the goods, and me being responsible for sales."
He knew it perfectly well.
2007 was the golden window of opportunity for internet cafes to transform into game gold farming and power leveling studios.
Relying on the existing equipment and space of the internet cafe, the investment is small and the return on investment is quick.
Moreover, this industry can be said to be enduring.
From PC games to mobile games, from Fantasy Westward Journey to Honor of Kings, and then to the wildly popular Delta Force in 2026, whatever game becomes popular, the studios will follow suit.
An industry that can truly sustain you for a lifetime.
"Do you support me?" Song Huan asked Xiao Yunqing with a smile.
Xiao Yunqing thought for a moment, then stuck out her tongue. "Do whatever you want, it's not like it costs me any money."
My thoughts drifted over from her, gently, like the wisps of hair blowing past my ear.
[Of course I support you, you idiot!]
Song Huan smiled inwardly.
With this little girl's support, I felt more confident for some reason.
……
The year has passed.
The red confetti from the firecrackers was blown by the wind from the street corner and swirled on the sidewalk.
Song Huan stood in the living room, picked up the landline receiver, and dialed a number.
The phone rang several times, then I answered it.
"Hello, is this internet cafe for sale?"
They gave me an address and arranged a time.
Song Huan wrote it down and hung up.
He picked up the phone again and dialed Xiao Yunqing's number.
Xiao Yunqing answered, her voice a little hoarse, as if she had just woken up, "What?"
"Come with me tomorrow to discuss the internet cafe."
"What time is it?"
"See you downstairs at 2 PM."
Xiao Yunqing hummed in response and hung up.
The next afternoon, Song Huan stood downstairs at Xiao Yunqing's house, hands in her pockets, waiting.
Xiao Yunqing walked out of the building entrance, wearing a light gray coat over a skirt, with a scarf wrapped around her twice, and her hair tied up in a high ponytail.
She stood in front of him and looked him up and down.
Song Huan was wearing a black down jacket, zipped all the way up, with dark jeans and her usual white sneakers.
Xiao Yunqing glanced down at her dress, then at his outfit, and pursed her lips.
"Let's go." Song Huan turned and walked forward. Xiao Yunqing followed, walking beside him.
"Where should we meet?" she asked.
"The coffee shop up ahead," Song Huan pointed in the direction.
Xiao Yunqing nodded, twirled her fingers around the scarf a couple of times, and then loosened it.
Are you nervous?
Song Huan glanced at her. "Not nervous? How about you?"
"I'm a little hesitant," Xiao Yunqing's voice softened. "Who is this person? Are they easy to talk to?"
Song Huan put her hands back in her pockets, walking at a leisurely pace. "Why are you asking so many questions? We are the buyers, we are God! If we can buy it, we'll buy it; if we can't, then so be it. What's there to be nervous about? If anyone should be nervous, it's him. If he can't sell it, he can just wait to cry."
Xiao Yunqing glanced at him; his expression was relaxed. She couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you worried at all?"
Song Huan shrugged. "It's not like I have to buy it. The money's in my pocket; it's not going to run away."
The coffee shop is on a street corner. It's not big, with a wooden sign hanging at the entrance and silhouettes of coffee pasted on the windows.
Song Huan pushed open the door and went in; the bell on the door rang once.
A wave of warmth wafted over me, mingling with the aroma of coffee beans.
He glanced around and quickly spotted the person sitting in the corner.
A man, in his thirties, was wearing a dark suit and a white shirt, with the collar buttoned up tightly.
His hair was neatly combed, his face was expressionless, and there was a cup of coffee in front of him, which he hadn't drunk much of.
Next to it was a black briefcase, its zipper zipped up tightly.
"Is it him?" Xiao Yunqing leaned closer and asked in a low voice.
She clutched her skirt, looking a little flustered.
The other person is dressed so formally, while I'm wearing a plain dress; it seems a bit impolite.
Song Huan nodded indifferently.
If it weren't so cold, he would have liked to wear shorts, a short-sleeved shirt, and flip-flops out.
He walked over and sat down opposite the man.
Xiao Yunqing followed and sat down next to him.
The man looked up and glanced at the two people opposite him.
A boy wearing a down jacket and a girl wearing a coat over a dress both looked to be under twenty years old.
His brow furrowed slightly, and his lips moved as if he were about to speak.
Song Huan leaned back in her chair and spoke first, "Hello, I'm the one who called. I'm here to discuss the transfer of the internet cafe."
The man paused for a moment.
He looked Song Huan up and down, his eyes filled with suspicion.
"Are you kidding me?"
Song Huan didn't say anything, but took a bank card out of his pants pocket and placed it on the table.
The orange light shone on the card, causing the UnionPay logo to reflect light slightly.
The man stared at the card and remained silent for a moment.
"My name is Chen Chong." He took his hand off the table and placed it on his knee.
"I own this internet cafe. I'm transferring the business because I have some family problems and urgently need money."
Song Huan nodded without saying anything.
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, because he heard Chen Chong's thoughts drifting over from the other side, clear and distinct.
Business on that street is really bad; if we keep going like this, we'll lose everything.
Song Huan leaned back in her chair, her hands resting on the armrests, looking very relaxed.
He looked at Chen Chong and smiled. "Brother Chen, let's talk about the price."