Rebirth in 1980: The Farm Wife Makes a Comeback
Chapter 387: She Wants to Make Money

Chapter 387: Chapter 387: She Wants to Make Money

Jian Zhiqing was taken aback and nearly spat out the water he had just sipped.

"What’s the matter, you think your Brother Jian is a corrupt official?"

"How is he not?" Qin Xiang Nuan was somewhat disbelieving, as everyone says that even a clear-headed prefect tends to amass thirty thousand pieces of silver after three years. The department Jian Zhiqing works in is known to be quite lucrative. Otherwise, where would he get the money? From borrowing to help her buy a siheyuan, to buying one himself, whatever she does, he has to lend a hand. Actually, she forgot that Jian Zhiqing’s assistance always seems stimulated by her own prompting.

Jian Zhiqing put down his cup, his fingers gently wiping the water from the corner of his lips. That movement, that glance, graceful and elegant like a plum blossom against the snow, beguiling and enchanting, yet full of charm—a man so handsome, did women even stand a chance?

He clenched his fingers. Qin Xiang Nuan was startled; she thought she heard a snapping sound. Then, those beautifully shaped fingers were already on her slender neck, tightening, "Qin Xiang Nuan, dare you call your Brother Jian a corrupt official?"

Qin Xiang Nuan coolly rolled her eyes to the heavens, "If not a corrupt official, where did you get the silver to buy houses, sell land?"

She has never seen him short of money. The Jians are clean officials of the second generation. It’s still not as complicated as the world will be later on. Therefore, officials are generally honest. She refused to believe that this money came from gold bars buried in the corner by Jian’s ancestors.

Jian Zhiqing let go of his hand, lightly smoothing out a crease on his clothing.

What nonsense, that money was earned when your Brother Jian was in school doing business.

"How did you earn it? What kind of business?" Qin Xiang Nuan checked her neck to make sure it was still intact, chuckled with relief.

That... Recalling those days, Jian Zhiqing could only sigh at how time ages people. The drive he had back then probably didn’t exist anymore.

As for how he earned the money, that’s a long story. Initially, he used his own pocket money to buy small items like cassette tapes and girls’ hair bands with classmates and sold them outside the school. Later, after saving some money, he bought more goods and sold them to other schools. With more and more money in hand, he and a classmate went to a southern city to wholesale plenty of items like electronic watches, small radios, and flashlights.

These goods kept him earning; others spent money on school, but he was always making money. Later, when the domestic stock market picked up, he started trading stocks. It was a mix of luck and astute foresight, and he made a tidy sum from it. Later, he invested together with Qin Xiang Nuan, buying houses and land, also earned from trading stocks. After taking government positions, although he was always busy, he still often traded stocks and mostly made profits.

Of course, there were losses too, but compared to what he earned, the loss was relatively small.

After listening, Qin Xiang Nuan could only sigh quietly about the world.

People say fate is fair, but is it really?

Could Jian Zhiqing’s luck be any better?

As for her, all the good fortune from her past life was drained by the system. This life, she has to earn it back with her work. The system is hankering for another Qingming River Painting, so she has to embroider another one. How come people are just so different?

"Tell me, what’s your plan?" Jian Zhiqing always enjoyed Qin Xiang Nuan’s clever little schemes. This girl clearly loved any opportunity to make money, whatever the means, and in fact, her choices were never wrong.

"So..." Qin Xiang Nuan understood, "Brother Jian, are you suggesting we join wings in a dark alliance of officials and businessmen?"

"What do you think?" Jian Zhiqing picked up another cup of tea, his simple shirt sleeves rolled up, revealing a wrist that was very white, but unlike a woman’s delicate beauty, it was robustly powerful.

"Wait a moment," Qin Xiang Nuan dashed into her room and brought out her recently completed business plan. She didn’t want to waste her college years idly as now was the prime time to make money, and she had the capital to invest. Making money would become harder in the future, and she was reluctant to let three years of university go to waste, so she was always considering what to do. The real estate market hadn’t yet taken off and she didn’t have that much capital. The fashion industry was growing rapidly, but she lacked a big plan.

Now it’s already 1997, and she still remembers the major events of the coming years.

From July to August 1998: a once-in-a-century major flood disaster occurred in the Yangtze River and Heilong River basins; 1999: On May 7, 1999 (Beijing time, early morning of the 8th), NATO led by the United States bombed our embassy in Yugoslavia, sparking large-scale anti-American demonstrations across the country (5.8 Protest); October 1, 1999: The 50th anniversary of our motherland, a century parade at Tian’anmen; December 20, 1999: Macau is returned to the motherland at midnight; 2000: The 27th Sydney Olympics took place from September 15 to October 1, with China ranking third in the number of gold medals; 2001: On April 1, 2001, a US EP-3 reconnaissance aircraft operating unlawfully collided with our intercepting J-8 fighter jet 104 kilometers southeast of Hainan Island, causing the sacrifice of our military pilot Wang Wei and straining Sino-US relations; July 13, 2001: Beijing won the right to host the 29th Olympic Games in 2008.

The 1998 flood, in both her lives, was far removed from her, but she vividly remembered the brave and kind soldiers who built a human wall with their bodies. She wondered if her elder brother, a student like them, would join the flood fight too.

There’s a year until the century flood from her previous life. She has to earn more money, fearing she won’t be in the mood next year.

She laid out the materials she had prepared on the table.

"Brother Jian, I want to open an internet café."

"Internet café?" Jian Zhiqing was actually hearing this term for the first time.

"Yes, an internet café," Qin Xiang Nuan knew that the country’s first internet café opened in April last year. Since the IT industry was just starting, the cost was very high, but because of this high cost, there was money to be made.

But at this time, they were called computer rooms. After ’98, internet cafés in China would spring up like bamboo shoots after rain and rapidly rise. The profit from internet cafés was mostly within these few years. After more than a decade, when broadband and fiber optic and smartphones became household items, internet cafés entered a marginally profitable era.

The popularity of internet cafés spanned nearly ten years; those who made early profits got out and also made a tidy sum.

An internet café, in essence, is a place that specializes in renting out computers and internet access.

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