Text Volume Chapter Fifty-Fifth: Toward Ten Thousand Households

After drinking and eating, Sister Xue ordered a bowl of yogurt for everyone, which was highly recommended by Sister Xue.

The freshly made yogurt was casually placed on the edge of the table in the large cafeteria and brought up.

The small bowls of yogurt are made of willow wood, with original texture, very distinctive.

The black wooden bowl makes the yogurt more white and delicate, and the raisins from Turpan, Xinjiang are lightly sprinkled on the milk skin. The raisins are huge and plump, and sprinkled with a thick layer of black sesame seeds, making the whole bowl of yogurt more attractive.

When the yogurt was served on the table, the waiter handed over a small bowl of white sugar. The original flavor of handmade yogurt has no added sugar, so you need to adjust it according to your own taste.

Qin Guan picked up the bowl and took a sip. The aroma of milk mixed with the unique sour taste after fermentation formed a deep flavor in his mouth. It is delicious and has a long aftertaste. After a few sips of Qin Guan, he finished a bowl.

He looked at the bottom of the bowl, because of the stickiness of the yogurt, the edge was still stained a lot. As soon as Sister Xue saw Qin Guan's expression, she knew that he wanted Fan Er again, so she hurriedly stopped her and said, "Don't lick the bowl! I want a bowl for you!"

Qin Guan held the bowl and glanced at it regretfully, thinking: Will I be able to lick more if I ask for another bowl? So he raised the empty bowl and shouted to the waiter: "One more bowl."

Until the end of the meal, Sister Xue stared at Qin Guan firmly, not letting him do anything embarrassing.

After Sister Xue sent Teacher Li home first, she let out a sigh of relief and drove Qin Guan back to school with peace of mind.

In the car, Sister Xue and Qin Guan talked about their future plans: "June is the second poster for J Shirt, and they were very satisfied with the effect last time, so this time there may be unplanned income. You Try to come back a few days early during the summer vacation, and there will be a selection contest for new faces of Chinese models at the end of August, let’s try the water.”

"When you don't have a job before the holiday, you still have to go to Teacher Li to continue your studies. Don't relax just because you think you are a serious model."

"As for part-time jobs, New Silk Road will definitely give you one or two jobs to test the waters. If you can continue, they will probably know what level you are, so this must be taken seriously and it will be a hit. This is related to you. The big thing about 'money', you know?"

When Sister Xue said something, Qin Guan nodded, and when he heard the word 'Qiantu', he nodded even more happily.

When Qin Guan got out of the car, Sister Xue reminded again: "Don't overeat! Pay attention to my figure! Don't embarrass me during the competition and throw it in front of the people of the whole country."

Qin Guan closed the car door, made a reassuring gesture to Sister Xue, waved his hand and entered the school.

It went so smoothly, Qin Guan somehow became one of the many models, although the grade is the lowest C grade, but this is also a good start, isn't it?

For Qin Guan, this matter has come to an end, and June, which made Qin Guan most nervous, has come.

On the first day of June, Qin Guan put the memory sticks into his backpack as if nothing had happened, and carried them to the gate of Zhongguancun Building.

He didn't go directly to the third floor this time, because he was afraid that the original boss would find out when he was inquiring about the price, so he wouldn't be able to explain clearly.

Qin Guan didn't intend to enter the Zhongguancun Building either, he bypassed this building and went directly to Pacific Digital behind it.

Qin Guan entered the building, and there were busy shop assistants pushing cases and monitors on small carts, scurrying up and down the corridors.

In Pacific Digital, except for the first floor that sells laptops and digital products, the rest of the shops in the entire building are basically retail merchants. Their main business is to assemble and repair computers for companies and individuals.

Qin Guan went directly to the fourth floor along the elevator, and went from shop to shop asking about the price of the memory when he got out of the elevator door.

"Boss, do you have a 128M memory stick?"

The boss who was asked was not very old. He looked Qin Guan up and down and asked: "What did you buy it for? There are no new products now. Brother, if you only add memory to the machine, I still have an old one." Memory?"

"Hey, let me tell you, I just have this old note, and the price is not as exaggerated as the new one. Just give me 120 yuan."

When Qin Guan heard it, okay, the new memory sticks I bought only cost 79 yuan a piece, and your old memory sticks cost me 120 yuan. You really think I’m being taken advantage of.

The boss seemed to see Qin Guan's question, sighed and said, "Do you think I'm willing to sell old ones? Why do you think I sell them so expensive?"

"I'm not scamming customers. If you don't believe me, go around the market and ask every store, all of them are at this price."

As soon as Qin Guan heard that there was a door, he took advantage of the situation and asked: "If there is a new product, how much will it cost to buy it?"

The little boss replied casually: "There is a price but there is no market. Today's market standard quotation is 128M notes, 246 yuan. The problem is that I can't get the goods! I don't know what those dealers think, the price is so high , still clinging desperately in his hand, keeping the cubs!"

Qin Guan asked tentatively again: "Is there a shortage in the market now?"

The boss replied excitedly: "It's missing, because I don't have a note, I can only sell other parts this morning. If I meet someone who assembles the machine, I can't do the job at all. How much business will I lose!"

When Qin Guan heard this, he was overjoyed, and said to the boss: "I bought a few sticks for my friend two days ago. He runs an Internet cafe. Now there are a few sticks left. Do you want it?"

As soon as the boss heard this, he stood up from behind the counter and asked anxiously, "Let me see, new and old? How many are there?"

Qin Guan took off the backpack, pretended to dig out the bag, pulled out 5 memory sticks, and handed them to the boss.

The boss took the goods and inspected them carefully. Through the transparent plastic outer packaging, he could clearly see the memory sticks inside.

No scratches or signs of opening the package, clearly marked, these are new. The boss confirmed it instantly.

"Can you sell this memory stick? According to today's market price, I will take it all." The boss held the memory stick in his hand and did not intend to let it go.

Qin Guan smiled slightly and replied, "Sell!"

The boss didn't bother, took out the calculator from the counter and tapped it a few times, pushed the calculator showing 1230 to Qin Guan, and said, "Is this the right number?"

Qin Guan took the calculator and returned with an inscrutable smile: "Deal."

When the boss heard this, he was so happy. He immediately handed over the money to Qin Guan. With these memory sticks, today's business can be done well.

In the case that the market memory is out of stock, and only my home has stock, doesn't that mean that at least 5 retail investors will be ruthlessly slaughtered by myself?

The sad boss didn't know that there were still 95 memory sticks in Qin Guan's backpack, and the boss didn't even know that after Qin Guan left his booth, he found another counter to continue selling.

If the boss knew Qin Guan's plan, he would definitely shout: "I'll sell it all!" I want all 100.