Rebirth 2004: I can make money by writing.

The next day, Hao Qiang continued to stay at home and copy books.

There is not much farm work at home, my parents are idle at home, and there are no factories nearby, so there is nowhere to work if I want to.

His father liked to join in the fun and chat under the big banyan tree in the village. During the conversation, he revealed that his son had passed the key line in the college entrance examination. He couldn't keep it secret at all.

This news spread quickly in the village, from one person to ten, from ten to a hundred, and it spread throughout the village like the wind.

Some villagers congratulated him and said they would hold a banquet after receiving the notice, but they were still a little skeptical.

But some villagers can't stand others doing well and feel jealous. Some villagers speak more directly, even harshly.

"Jianjun, you're not bragging again, are you? I heard your son's grades aren't very good, and it's good enough that he was able to get into a junior college."

"Yeah, every year, only a few dozen students from No. 2 High School can pass the undergraduate entrance exam, and even fewer pass the key entrance exam. Even at No. 1 High School, not many students can pass the key entrance exam. How can it be that easy?"

"Maybe Hao Qiang tricked him. He'll just console his parents and say his estimated scores were wrong. That'll be all, haha."

"Haha, I guess it's just a daydream."

Hao Jianjun was already accustomed to those doubtful and even sarcastic voices, and this time he chose not to argue.

He knew that when the scores were actually announced, everything would be clear, and those voices of doubt would naturally disappear.

Now, he chooses to remain silent because there is really nothing he can prove at this time.

He maintained an optimistic attitude and firmly believed that his son would achieve good results. Even if the results were not satisfactory, he believed that his son would be able to successfully enter a college.

That night, Chen Zhen, who had been watching the excitement under the banyan tree, returned home. During dinner, he shared the news he had heard during the day with his family:

"I heard from Hao Jianjun that his son might pass the key college entrance examination score line."

Hearing this, Chen Ming asked doubtfully, "Dad, you are talking about Hao Qiang, right?"

"Well, you and he are classmates in junior high school."

"Yes, just different classes."

"Son, it's hard to pass the key score line, right? Is Hao Qiang's grade very good?"

"In previous years, only a handful of students from No. 2 High School were able to pass the key line, and our school only had over a hundred.

Hao Qiang's grades are probably above average for a key class in the second-highest school, so getting into an undergraduate program is a bit of a stretch. Maybe his dad misheard. We'll know when the scores are announced at the end of the month." Chen Ming still didn't quite believe Hao Qiang could score so high. Based on the school's ranking, he estimated he'd have no problem passing the undergraduate entrance exam, but wouldn't be good enough for a key class either.

The two families were quite close to each other, and there was a rice field next to each other. When Chen Ming was in elementary school, he could still play with Hao Qiang. Since they entered junior high school, they were in different classes and their relationship gradually became distant.

Four years ago, the two families had an argument over the ridges of a rice field and almost came to blows, which deteriorated the relationship between the two families.

From then on, whenever Chen Ming met Hao Qiang, he would not say hello and would treat the other person as air.

In middle school, Chen Ming's grades were always better than Hao Qiang's.

Normally, people in the village often compare the two of them.

If Hao Qiang's college entrance examination score was really higher than his, Chen Ming would inevitably feel a little disappointed, and his parents would also be ridiculed by fellow villagers.

A man lives by his face, a tree lives by its bark, and he also has self-esteem.

Therefore, we still have to fight for this dignity.

Three years ago, Chen Ming was admitted to a high school, but Hao Qiang failed, so he won.

The college entrance examination results are out now. I performed normally and there is no possibility of any accidents.

Hearing his son say this, Chen Zhen laughed and joked, "Haha, it seems that Jianjun, the braggart, was just bragging!

I told you, it’s not that easy to get into a key school. You’re not even sure about it. If anyone is going to pass, it should be my son.

His son is dreaming about passing the exam."

"Yes, it should be my son who passes. No. 2 High School is a crappy school." Chen Ming's mother still holds a grudge against Hao Qiang's family because of the incident with the ridge. She feels that her family has suffered a loss and often curses Hao Qiang's parents.

Once she holds a grudge, it is difficult for her to forget it.

"Dad, Mom, you can't say that. There are still many talented students in No. 2 High School, they just didn't do well in the high school entrance exam." Chen Ming didn't want students from the same village to do better than him, but he wasn't so arrogant as to think that all students in No. 2 High School were bad.

The first high school admits the top 350 students in the high school entrance examination, while the second high school admits students ranked between 351 and 800.

There are six to seven hundred freshmen in each class of the two schools, and the other half of the students need to pay a school selection fee. The lower the score, the higher the school selection fee.

Some students were admitted to the second high school but failed to get into the first high school. Their parents spent money to get them into the first high school, which resulted in the overall poor performance of the second high school.

In addition, the teaching resources of No. 1 High School are better, so the college entrance examination results are much better than those of No. 2 High School.

In addition to Chen Zhen's family, many villagers in Hualong Village also heatedly discussed Hao Qiang's college entrance examination results. Most people believed that Hao Jianjun was exaggerating.

There are very few college students in Hualong Village, and only a few students are admitted to university each year. Most of them are junior college students, and it is not easy to get into undergraduate studies.

Going back a few years, the university acceptance rate was even lower, and being able to get into a junior college was a remarkable achievement.

For the villagers of Hualong Village, getting into university means they will have the opportunity to leave this small village and become city dwellers, with a broader future and development opportunities.

August 6, early morning.

The crowing of cocks and barking of dogs awakened the sleeping village.

Hao Qiang also woke up, feeling refreshed. He had to admit that living in the countryside had its advantages: it was quiet, the buildings were well-ventilated, the air was fresh and pleasant, and his sleep quality was naturally good.

As he walked out of the room, he heard cheerful humming coming from the pigsty. As far as he could see, he saw a few chickens happily pecking at corn in the yard.

In the distance, the sunlight gradually dispelled the mist and softly sprinkled on the golden rice fields and lush green sugarcane fields.

At this moment, time seems to stand still, with only the sounds of nature and beautiful scenery, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.

Last night, Hao Qiang told his parents that he was going to the provincial capital to buy some study materials.

Before going out, he dressed up a little to make himself look more like a young man in society.

At around eight o'clock in the morning, Hao Qiang went out with light luggage, carrying only his ID card, bank card and only seventy or eighty yuan left.

He walked to the village entrance and waited for a while before he encountered a bus from the county to the provincial capital. He waved and the bus stopped and got on. The fare was 12 yuan.

About 45 minutes later, the shuttle bus arrived safely at Langdong Bus Station in the provincial capital.

Hao Qiang had never been to a securities company in the provincial capital. After walking out of the bus station, he took a taxi directly and told the driver that he was going to the nearby Guosen Securities. He asked about the fare first and only got in when he felt that he would not be ripped off.

"Little brother, do you want to buy stocks?"

After getting in the car, Hao Qiang heard the driver curiously ask, and he smiled and replied: "Master, I'm not buying stocks, I'm just meeting a friend."

"Hey, little brother, you have friends in the securities company. That's awesome. It's hard not to make money trading stocks."

"It's not that easy." Hao Qiang raised the corner of his mouth slightly. He didn't expect that after he said it casually, the driver suddenly became polite and kept asking questions.

A few minutes later, they arrived at Guosen Securities and the driver handed Hao Qiang a business card.

Watching the taxi drive away, Hao Qiang glanced at the phone number on the business card, then threw it lightly, and the business card flew accurately into the trash can.

He then calmly walked into the door of the securities company that had just opened for business and headed towards the sales department counter.

He negotiated with the staff about the commission discount, saying that his capital was more than hundreds of thousands of yuan and he traded frequently, so he could easily get a low-commission account. The staff were even more enthusiastic towards Hao Qiang.

Next, Hao Qiang handed in his ID card, filled out information, and opened a financial account number, and the bank used his newly opened bank card.

Mobile stock trading software was not yet popular these days, making transactions extremely inconvenient.

According to the account manager, online trading software has been launched. They will issue "securities trading cards" to customers. After completing the cards, they can download the online trading software designated by the securities company, transfer money from the bank to the securities company's capital account through the online trading system or telephone trading system, and then they can buy and sell stocks. They don't have to go to the stock exchange or securities company every time they buy and sell stocks.

Hao Qiang opened three accounts each in Shenzhen A and Shanghai A. The procedures were quite complicated and he asked a lot of questions. The whole process took more than an hour to complete.

By the way, opening a Hong Kong stock account is rather troublesome, so Hao Qiang plans to handle it after going to school in the new city.

He currently has 8.5 yuan in unwithdrawn funds, all of which have been withdrawn to his bank card.

The securities company can entrust the purchase and sale of stocks, otherwise Hao Qiang would have to go to the Internet cafe to download the trading software.

It was less than eleven o'clock at this time, and Hao Qiang entrusted the broker to conduct the transaction. After more than ten minutes, the transaction was successful.

The purchase price was 41.50 yuan, with 100 shares per lot. Hao Qiang bought a total of 19 lots. The stock cost was yuan, and the stock transaction fee was about 22 yuan.

Hao Qiang plans to continue investing the money he earns from writing in Moutai stocks. He is looking forward to how much money he can make after school starts.

Hao Qiang still had more than 6,000 yuan to cash out. After leaving the securities company, he went to a nearby bank to withdraw 5000 yuan, intending to give the money to his parents.

He went to the bookstore to buy two books and returned home at five o'clock in the afternoon.

After dinner, Hao Qiang went back to the bedroom and took out the five thousand yuan, a stack of fifty one-hundred-yuan bills, and gently placed them on the dining table, instantly shocking his parents.

Seeing his parents' astonishment, Hao Qiang had anticipated it. He pretended to smile smugly and said, "I went to the provincial capital today and spent 20 yuan on a scratch-off lottery ticket. I didn't expect to be so lucky. I won 5,000 yuan and exchanged it on the spot. Hehe."

The parents were shocked by the sudden stack of money. After a moment of silence, Hao Jianjun picked up the money, licked his tongue, and counted them one by one. After counting, he said, "It really is 5,000 yuan, son, you didn't steal or rob it, did you? This is no small matter. If you stole or robbed it, you have to return it."

"Dad, don't worry. I won it in the lottery. Stealing it would just ruin my future. I'm not that stupid. I still want to go to college."

After hearing their son's explanation and considering that his character was not enough to do anything bad, Hao Jianjun and Liu Fengqing finally breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, their faces as bright as blooming peach blossoms.

Especially Hao Jianjun, with the corners of his mouth curled up, he chuckled a few times, picked up the money and counted it again to confirm this unexpected wealth.

The family's financial situation has always been tight, and they still owe thousands of yuan to their brothers and relatives. They used to worry about their son's tuition, but now their son has taken care of it himself.

"This money is for college, son. Do you have any objections?"

"I have no objection, but it's best not to tell anyone, lest others get jealous and come to borrow money." Hao Qiang nodded, took out a bill and put it in his pocket. "I'll keep some for myself. Let Mom keep this money. Dad, don't use it for lottery."

"Jianjun, you see, your son is more sensible than you. I told you not to play the lottery a long time ago. You lose more than you win. How can you beat the dealer?" Liu Fengqing smiled and picked up the money on the table and took it into the bedroom to keep it away.

"Yes, yes, my son won the lottery and did well in the college entrance exam. Our family's luck has changed. I won't be playing anymore."

Hao Jianjun, who was criticized, did not refute the criticism, but kept smiling. He said that after studying the lottery for so many years, he was still not as good as his son. He did not dare to touch his son's money. If he lost, how could he borrow money to support his son's college education?

Only when you have borrowed money can you understand the fickleness of human nature and the cruelty of the world.

In fact, sometimes, when he played the lottery, there was a trace of self-esteem at work. Seeing that Chen Zhen had won ten yuan several times, and his son's grades were better than his own son's, and encouraged by his fellow villagers, he couldn't help but gamble a few times, but ended up losing more than he won.

If my son can really pass the key line in this college entrance examination, then he can really turn the situation around.

Although people do not live for others, it is natural that people who live in the village will feel uncomfortable if they are always compared with others.

"Dad, you are not just talking, I am serious. That thing is addictive and can ruin your family. If people know you are rich, they will set you up to fall into the trap. No matter how much money you have, it will not be enough to have fun." Hao Qiang reminded.

"Well, no matter how much I win, I'm still giving money to the dealer. I really don't want to play anymore. I'm going to burn all the information now." Hao Jianjun made up his mind. His son was in trouble and he couldn't hold him back. He stood up and collected the lottery information.

Seeing his father about to tear up the lottery information, Hao Qiang joked, "Dad, if you like showing off, when I make a lot of money, I'll buy you a small car and park it at the entrance of the village."

"Haha, this is a good idea. My son really understands me." Hao Jianjun did not hide his inner vanity.

Seeing the happy expressions on his parents' faces, Hao Qiang felt less guilty because his father had awakened two years earlier than in his previous life.

In his previous life, he failed to get into university and failed to live up to his parents' expectations, even though his parents didn't say much about him.

I couldn't earn any money from working and couldn't help my parents with their worries. Whenever the villagers talked about me, my parents were always laughed at.

Whose son has made a lot of money by working, got married, and has grandchildren.

During every Chinese New Year, whenever Hao Qiang came back from working outside, he would be ignored by the villagers. They would ask him if he had found a wife and if he made money from working. These were the same questions he asked over and over again. They would be even happier to see that he was not doing well.

Do your own thing and let others judge you!

It's easy to say, but people are emotional animals, and their lives cannot be separated from these circles. Who doesn't want to go home for the New Year in glory and bring honor to the family?

When people complain about others showing off, in fact, a lot of it is just envy and jealousy. If you have the same qualities, don’t show off and just be optimistic.

While resting at night, Hao Qiang felt his mind suddenly become clear.

Even if you lived to 38 years old in your previous life and were still a loser, and could not reach the level of "not being happy with things, not being sad with yourself", you would be complacent if you have achieved some small success now.

Seeing his parents' surprised expressions when they saw the money tonight, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly and he revealed a silly smile.

That night, he fell into a deep and sweet dream.