i was my mistake

The fantasy of the scientific world is always unstoppable.

Because their possibilities are always rooted in reality and have the potential to be realized.

"Why are you still standing there?" Wan Qing wiped her face with facial oil and walked out of the bathroom, "Hurry up and wash up, you are riding a bike today."

"It's up to you to come later!"

"I can't take a break occasionally, and it's been so long, you should get used to it."

"Huh, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh whose chest is oppressed…"

"Stop coming!" Wan Qing rolled his eyes at him, "Yesterday I saw you playing basketball with Jiang Xing and the others, at noon - don't think I don't know, you were running all over the field back then , doesn't look like he's going to be bored at all."

"Cough—at that time, at that time, I actually took off the bandage!"

"Ghost letter." Wan Qing smiled and cursed and patted his forehead, "Okay, stop messing around and go wash up quickly."

"Yes~ How about I call Zhao Jinyu first? That way I don't have to wait for her later."

"Forget it, let her rest for a while, at worst, call her when we are eating."

Although he occasionally wakes up early to grab a meal, most of the time, Zhao Jinyu sleeps until he is about to leave, and then buys some breakfast on the side of the road to take to school when he goes out.

Compared with Ye Chen and Wan Qing who have to make breakfast and eat at home, the efficiency is much higher.

In fact, if it wasn't for saving money, Wan Qing would definitely do the same thing.

But life...you can't always do whatever you want.

"Hey, have you fixed the tape drive you asked to fix?"

"It's fixed, and I also repaired a tape by the way-it's just a little out of tune now and then."

"Try to plate it again." Wan Qing opened the rice cooker and glanced at the rice cooker that had been soaking in the water last night, and then pressed it down to cook the porridge. The boiling water was rolling inside, and the porridge still looked very thin, and it needed to be cooked for a while. , "Let's try this Saturday... let's set up a stall."

"This Saturday? Are you finally going to try it!"

"Well, don't be scared to pee your pants then."

"It's not about killing people..."

"Setting up a stall to do business by yourself requires communicating with many people, especially when people ask you if you can make it cheaper. You have to make more money yourself while letting customers buy it. This is very necessary. Eloquent, oops, for someone like you who is setting up a stall for the first time, you still have to try it yourself to know."

"Have you set up a stall in the evening?"

"No."

"..."

……

There are not many students in the classroom in the early morning.

Ye Chen turned the pen and watched Wan Qing sort out the homework she finished yesterday.

"Sunshine at night."

"What are you doing?"

"Don't you know of any other way to make money? I don't mean the lottery, but it's one of those things—you can make money with your eyes closed when you catch a car."

"You want to be lazy too, don't you?"

"Cough, it's not... just curiosity."

"It's true that there are some air outlets. Pigs can fly if they are put on it." She squinted at him, "For example, Bitcoin, house speculation and so on."

"Bitcoin?"

"A kind of online virtual currency, you can buy hundreds of coins for one dollar at the beginning, and then you can buy one for tens of thousands, 10,000+, or even hundreds of thousands."

"Oh—then why don't you buy it now?"

"You fucking idiot, oh, I forgot that I didn't tell you, I don't blame you." After Wan Qing finished swearing, her expression calmed down again, as if she didn't say those words just now, " The Bitcoin thing was only available in [-] or [-], it’s still early! Buying that thing is worse than buying stocks.”

"Stocks... are you okay too?"

"The problem is that I don't know which stocks will go up. Although I say that I buy them now, they will basically go up, but I have never operated this thing. It is too risky, but I can try it-just can't spend all my money. Put it all in."

"What about buying a house?"

"Are you Louer (stupid)? Now the house is not open for sale at all."

"I don't know... I don't know anything about these things." Ye Chen was full of grievances.

"I know better, that is, real work, that is, industry. I have never touched those fancy things."

"Aren't you going to try?"

"I know how much I have, so I don't want to be a leek. Although I will miss some real opportunities to make a fortune, it's better than being cheated of money all the time."

"Although you have come back to guide my life, I always feel that it is still difficult to change our life drastically..."

"What are you thinking about? I want you to wake up early. Studying hard in this third year of high school is the biggest and most important change in your life. Don't keep thinking about getting rich overnight. It’s your own, you won’t run away.”

"Cut, if you can get rich overnight, who should study hard?"

"What's wrong, you don't want to learn anymore?" Wan Qing glared at Ye Chen viciously, "You dare? If you dare, I'll tie you to a chair and stuff bitter gourds in your eyes until you beg for mercy and say, 'I want to study. 'until!"

"...Don't put food and such dirty things together!"

"That's not the point, is it?"

"I didn't say I didn't want to study hard..."

"Remember." Wan Qing pressed Ye Chen's head and said very seriously, "Everything has its own priorities, don't fall into the bottomless abyss for the short-term happiness in front of you, and regret later .”

"...Understood." Ye Chen pouted, and nodded slightly with self-blame and unease.

……

78. Street stall

Saturday, September 1996, 11.

For Ye Chen and Wan Qing, this is their first stall.

It's just that Wan Qing, who has seen more, knows better what to prepare.

Although this so-called insight is nothing more than the various short videos she has seen.

In the big data era of intelligent promotion, everyone will always have the illusion that they have watched all kinds of videos, so they know everything.

It's simple to look at, but it's not so delicate in practice.

In order to facilitate the direct quotation at that time, each product is marked with a price according to the color and machine condition - written on a small note, and then pasted on it with transparent glue.

The cheapest ones are tapes, those that are easy to get stuck, [-] cents each; the ones that sound smooth and have no problems, but occasionally a bit out of tune, [-] cents; the ones that are perfect without any problems, and there are album boxes, one piece .

Then there are old radios that have been repaired, the cheapest is two yuan, the most expensive is 20 yuan, the cheapest tape machine is ten yuan, and the most expensive is 30 yuan.

The most important thing is the two refined pagers.

In order to make the appearance look newer, Wan Qing even specially bought a brand new case to install it.

The new casing alone cost a lot of money.

Originally, three were repaired, but she kept one for herself, so she actually only sold two.

One is pure black and the other is pure white.

It's actually a bit unrealistic to expect such an expensive thing to be sold on a street stall.

Even if ordinary people have the money, they would not dare to buy here.

So she just wanted to give it a try, and if it didn't work, she would sell it to a small store that specializes in recycling pagers. Although at least half of the profit would be lost, it was better than not being sold and rotten in her hands.

In terms of pricing, she plans to sell the black one for [-], mainly because it does not have Chinese characters displayed, but only numbers.

The other has a new white shell, and it sells for [-]. In this day and age, the machine with Chinese characters displayed is still relatively high-end, so the price is quite reasonable.

Even though Wan Qing can fix it from a pile of garbage, it might not be possible to replace it with another person.

Moreover, the casing alone cost her more than 50 yuan. There is no way, the things that can only be bought from other people will inevitably have a frighteningly high monopoly price.

From one o'clock in the afternoon, until 04:30, Wan Qing put everything into a bag and asked Ye Chen to carry it: "Let's go, get down early to get a good seat."

"I hope it doesn't rain today."

"What are you thinking? The weather forecast has said that today is sunny." Wan Qing cast a sidelong glance at him, then bent over to put on her shoes, "Hurry up, stop dawdling."

"Here it comes—by the way, why am I carrying things again!"

"You want me to be a 'weak woman' doing manual work?"

"Are you ashamed to say that... What if I become a girl in the future, then I should do it?"

"Yeah, you are taller than me, so you must be stronger, so you still come."

"You always have fallacies..."

The two chattered and took the elevator downstairs.

The night in early winter came very early. Although it was only 04:30, there was only a bloody setting sun on the horizon.

When the two of them came down, the street lamps were turning on one after another, as if at this time, the city really came alive.

The exceptionally 'spacious' back and forth dual carriageway is where most people set up their stalls.

The biggest advantage here is that there is a raised sidewalk and an auxiliary road dedicated to bicycles, which is relatively less affected by cars, and because it is a large road, there are also many pedestrians coming and going.

For the people who set up stalls, the pedestrians who come and go are all potential customers.

Wan Qing, who was still wobbly when she came out, quickened her pace a lot.

I didn't pay much attention when I was not setting up a stall, but when I was about to set up a stall, I realized that the bosses who set up the stalls had come so early, and there were really many stalls.

"A lot of people have already come..." Ye Chen looked at the stall owners who were pushing their own tricycles, "They are all sold on the tricycles."

"Many are also sold directly on the ground."

"Uh... yes, there are so many." He sighed again.

"This proves that more people have been laid off." Wan Qing said, and suddenly joked, "Oh, it should be called flexible employment."

"what?"

"For new terms invented in the future, as long as the standards are set a little more flexibly, nothing will matter."

"You're being sarcastic again."

"What cynicism?" Wan Qing squinted at him, "I just repeated what they said."

"Tch, you should hurry up and choose a position, where is better for us?"

"Just next to that fire hydrant. It should be clean. There is a small supermarket behind it. There should be more passers-by than other places." Wan Qing said, started to trot with her legs, and then took out and The woven bag is made of plastic cloth, laid on the ground, and covered with a piece of black leftover rags. The four corners are pressed with stones and bricks to prevent it from being blown up by the wind.

Then she arranged all the goods by category and put them neatly.

Although they are all second-hand goods, they look a bit delicate.

——Maybe it’s because the black cloth sets it off well.

"how?"

"not bad."

"Okay, just sit and wait for the business!" Wan Qing took out two small folding stools and put them on the ground, and as if remembering something, she took out the big flashlight and placed it in the middle of the booth.

The large flashlight has the function of a desk lamp. Although it is not very bright, it is at least not a problem to illuminate most of the products on the booth.

Moreover, there is a street lamp in this place, although it is not facing directly, it will not be too dark.

On the first day of setting up a stall, Wan Qing seemed more excited than Ye Chen.

She kept turning her head and looking around, and whenever someone looked at the booth more, she would show a slightly expectant smile.

Although Ye Chen felt that most people were just looking at her.

Finally, a man in a reasonably clean shirt but with black overalls covered in white paint and mud squatted down.

It looks like it should have just come out of work on the construction site.

He fiddled with the tapes: "Are the tapes useful?"