HPDBC Chapter 91: A New Way to Make Money Pops Up on the Hot Pot Table
Chapter 91: A New Way to Make Money Pops Up on the Hot Pot Table
a few days later.
Lin Bei's driver's license was mailed home.
While the deliveryman was honking his horn downstairs, he was in front of his computer, processing orders on the online store's backend.
Hearing the horn, I ran downstairs and signed for a brown paper envelope.
Lin Bei rushed upstairs, sat down at his desk, opened the envelope, and looked at the small brown notebook for a while.
In his past life, when he was taking his driving test, he failed the second part twice and the third part once. His driving instructor was so angry that he almost slammed on the auxiliary brake.
It took me more than half a year of back and forth to finally get my hands on it.
It only took me a little over a month from registration to receiving my certificate.
Moreover, I mastered each subject on the first try.
Lin Bei closed his driver's license and then opened it again, looking at the photo on it that was several shades darker from the sun, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
(Please remember the website 202s.tw for the fastest chapter updates.)
At that moment, Lin Jianjun passed by the door of the room, holding an empty teacup in his hand.
He glanced at the driver's license spread out on the table, stopped in his tracks, looked at the license, and said, "Be careful when you drive in the future."
Then, she turned and went to the kitchen to pour water.
Lin Bei noticed that Lin Jianjun's lips curled up slightly when he turned around.
The arc was so small that he wouldn't have noticed it at all if he hadn't been watching closely.
Lin Bei knew his father was definitely happy, but he was just too embarrassed to say it.
However, what makes Lin Bei happiest is his Taobao online store.
He exported the sales data for the month into a spreadsheet and then checked each item one by one.
Today, the daily sales volume of the online store has stabilized at over three thousand orders, and the monthly turnover has exceeded one hundred thousand yuan.
After deducting all costs and direct marketing expenses, the net profit steadily exceeded five figures.
In particular, pre-orders for the Fuwa dolls are already booked until early September.
The stock of Olympic-themed T-shirts was running low every day, so Lin Bei had to call Boss Wu and ask him to temporarily open an extra production line.
Mr. Wu was also helpless, saying on the other end of the phone, "My factory workers have been working overtime for almost two weeks straight. You're trying to squeeze every last drop out of this old man."
Although he was complaining, there was clearly a smile in his voice.
After all, the more goods Lin Bei sells, the more money his factory makes.
That evening, Lin Bei recalculated the month's profits again.
After confirming that the figures were correct, he leaned back in his chair, stared at the net profit figures on the screen, and fell silent.
Monthly profits exceeded five figures.
In an era when the average wage was less than three thousand, his monthly income already exceeded the annual income of the vast majority of white-collar workers.
Lin Bei recalled the first few years after graduating in his previous life.
My monthly salary is around 3,000 yuan. I have to get up at 6:30 every morning to squeeze onto the subway, and I have to work overtime until 9 or 10 pm every night.
You have to reach a certain spending threshold to get a discount when ordering takeout, you have to split the rent with your roommate, and it takes a year to save enough money to buy your parents a new air conditioner.
At that time, he thought that earning more than 10,000 yuan a month was already a win in life.
He's just turned eighteen now, and sitting in his bedroom, the string of zeros following his bank card balance sometimes makes him stare blankly at the ceiling in the quiet of the night.
Lin Bei's parents still don't know how much money his online store makes in a month.
All I know is that my son's Taobao store is doing well, better than working outside.
If Su Ruolan knew that her son's monthly net profit was equivalent to two months' salary for her and Lin Jianjun combined, she would be wrong.
At that time, her reaction will probably not be surprise, but fright.
Lin Bei plans to keep it to himself for now and reveal it gradually at a suitable time after the start of the semester.
……
Noon the next day.
Old Gao called.
"Hey Lao Lin, I'm not too busy lately, when are we having a get-together?"
"The Olympics are almost over, and university is about to start."
Lin Bei agreed, and asked over the phone, "Okay, what would you like to eat?"
Without the slightest hesitation, Lao Gao said, "Hot pot, it has to be hot pot."
"Okay, I'll arrange it." Lin Bei nodded in agreement.
……
The hot pot restaurant is the same one as last time.
The four-person table by the window has been replaced with a six-person round table. The owner has hung a new sign at the entrance that reads "Buy two beers, get one free during the Olympics".
When Lin Bei arrived, Lao Gao was already there, sitting alone at the table, tapping the rim of his bowl with his chopsticks in a rhythm that matched the national anthem.
Lin Bei pulled out a chair and sat down, watching him knock. "Why are you so dark again?"
Old Gao put his chopsticks on the table and said helplessly, "There's nothing I can do. Being a volunteer exposed to the wind and sun every day, how can I not get tanned?"
Not long after, Su Qianqian and Song Qingning arrived together.
Song Qingning was wearing a newly bought Olympic commemorative T-shirt. As soon as she entered the room, she grabbed Su Qianqian's hand and headed straight for Lin Bei's table.
She walked so fast that Su Qianqian almost stepped on her own skirt.
A few minutes later.
Wu Xiaoxun, the last person, also arrived.
When she pushed open the glass door of the hot pot restaurant, she was carrying two bulging plastic bags.
As soon as he entered, he held it up and waved it at them: "Hello, this is a back-to-school gift for each of you."
Wu Xiaoxun stood in front of the table and took things out of the bag one by one.
She first took out a hand cream and handed it to Song Qingning next to her, smiling and saying, "Sister Qingning, your hands are always showing when you take pictures, this hand cream works well."
Then, he took out a light blue bookmark and handed it to Su Qianqian next door.
"Sister Qianqian, you like reading, so this bookmark is magnetic and won't fall off when you turn the pages."
Then, he took out a large bag of dried beef jerky and threw it to Lao Gao across the street.
"Brother Gao, you were at the foot massage parlor last time..."
Before she could finish speaking, Lao Gao started coughing violently.
He coughed as he took the beef jerky, desperately trying to wink at her.
Wu Xiaoxun reacted quickly and immediately changed her tune: "Last time when I was developing... developing photos, I saw that you really liked eating snacks. This beef jerky is especially chewy."
Finally, she reached into the bottom of the bag, pulled out a small item, and placed it in Lin Bei's palm.
It was a plush keychain of Fuwa Yingying, with very exquisite workmanship and a soft, fluffy feel to the touch.
"Brother Lin Bei, I see that you only sell keychains of Bei Bei and Jing Jing in your shop. Nobody sells the Ying Ying one."
"I made this myself."
After giving out the gifts, Wu Xiaoxun pulled out a chair and sat down.
Song Qingning took the hand cream and said thank you. As she bent down to unpack it, her gaze darted back and forth between Wu Xiaoxun and Lin Bei several times.
However, she used much more force than usual when unpacking the package.
In particular, the sound of tearing open a packaging bag is especially crisp in a hot pot restaurant.
It's as if that packaging bag has some deep-seated grudge against her.
Once all the dishes were served, the red oil broth in the copper pot began to boil, and the aroma of chili peppers and Sichuan peppercorns wafted out with the steam.
Lin Bei poured everyone a beer and began to drink heartily.
Halfway through the meal, Lin Bei suddenly put down his chopsticks, as if he had just thought of something.
On his way here, he saw a lottery shop and thought of the "Olympic Medal Guessing Game".
He knew very well the athletes' performance in the Olympic Games.
Since there is such a prophet, why not take advantage of it and make a fortune?