Rebirth 2004: I can make money by writing.

Hao Qiang quickly rode his bike to find a small restaurant with an elegant environment, and ordered a clay pot rice with beef brisket and pork ribs, two braised duck heads, and a cup of hot milk.

He has no shortage of money and can eat whatever he wants.

You can order two glasses of milk and drink only half of each.

He planned to try all the local delicacies and have something different for each meal.

If you have money, your college life will be smooth;

If you don’t have money, you will suffer!

Of course, if some girls can endure hardships in this regard and live a comfortable life, that’s another matter.

There probably aren't any girls like this in CUHK.

While waiting for the meal, Hao Qiang took out a pen and paper from his pocket and wrote down words on the paper, using his free time to gain experience and study at the same time.

People around him didn't find it strange to see Hao Qiang like this, because there was Sun Yat-sen University nearby and there were many students like him.

Among the students enrolled at CUHK, half are graduate students and doctoral students.

It can be said that in this area, if you pick up a brick and throw it into the crowd, there is a 50% chance that it will hit a graduate student.

Moreover, there is a 50% chance that it is a girl!

There is no way, the proportion of female students in CUHK is too large.

After dinner, Hao Qiang rode his bike back to the dormitory.

Near the East Gate, I saw two students holding guitars and singing the Cantonese song "Boundless Oceans, Vast Skies". Many students around were watching and felt that these two students were very different.

"Today, on a cold night, I watched the snow drift by, drifting away with a chilled heart..."

Hao Qiang propped himself up against the car with his feet, listened for a while, and thought the singing was pretty good.

After a moment's hesitation, he took out two coins from his pocket and gently placed them on the speaker.

In the previous life, it would have been impossible to give a reward.

However, this action made one of the singers frown slightly:

"Brother, thank you for your kindness, but we are not beggars. We are just performing art on the street and we don't charge money."

For them, throwing money away is undoubtedly an insult to their talent and hard work.

"You're welcome." Hao Qiang responded with a smile, then got on his bike and left leisurely.

In my previous life, I was a poor loser and had no money to give rewards.

This is unlike some workers who would give out half a month's salary as a tip just because someone says "Thank you, buddy".

I am rich now, so I give rewards as I please.

These two seem to have been born in the wrong era. If they became singing hosts in the next twenty years, they would have been able to capture many female fans with their cheeky expressiveness.

However, today's audiences view them as aliens.

Time flies. Twenty years from now, this kind of street art performance may only be quickly glanced at by most passers-by, who may not even stop to take a look.

Looking at Hao Qiang's graceful back as he left, the two singers couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed: We are really not beggars!

Why are you being so polite?!

Get your pennies back!

If you really want to give a reward, give me a hundred dollars if you can!

Give me two dollars, what does that mean?

Hao Qiang's politeness and charity made them feel misunderstood.

This made the students around them look like beggars, and giving them money would be extremely insulting.

For Hao Qiang, he is really not used to carrying coins.

Once a person gets used to mobile payment, it becomes difficult to use cash to make purchases, especially coins.

He remembered that those coins in his previous life had been kept in a drawer for two or three years without being moved!

In the past few months, Hao Qiang has gotten used to using paper money for consumption, but he is still not used to having coins in his pocket, so he just gives tips.

He rode his "luxury car" with one hand and drove towards the boys' dormitory under the envious gaze of the students.

At this time, Fei Yang and Mu Shi were taking turns practicing pinyin typing. Wubi typing was too difficult for them.

When they saw Hao Qiang come back, they immediately returned the computer to him.

The cost of surfing the Internet in an off-campus Internet cafe is not expensive, only two or three yuan per hour, but after using the computer for a few hours, the cost is not small.

For poor students, that's a lot of money when accumulated over time.

Hao Qiang smiled, not expecting these two to be so understanding. He asked curiously, "How's your typing practice going?"

Fei Yang responded confidently: "Hey, I feel like I've made great progress!"

Mu Shi also agreed: "Me too, I feel the progress is obvious."

"It's certainly progress," Liu Yang laughed. Sitting at his desk, also playing on the computer, he joked, "Neither of them had much experience with computers before. It took them ages to figure out how to do something like ABC."

"Tsk, you've been looking for it for ages now, but you're still the same.

"If you could ever reach even half the level of Mr. Qiang, you'd be able to brag." Fei Yang immediately turned to Liu Yang and retorted, then added provocatively, "Liu Yang, believe it or not, with the same amount of practice time, I'd definitely be better than you."

Liu Yang's lips curled up into a disdainful smile and responded, "I don't believe you!"

These two are arguing again!

Seeing this, Hao Qiang wanted to ease the tense atmosphere, so he interrupted and said, "Typing is actually nothing to compare to, and it's not that difficult.

As long as you practice for two or three months, blind typing will be no problem.

If you have the guts, compete in academic performance, programming, or even who can get a girl faster. "

Hearing this, Liu Yang jokingly said, "I can't compare to Fei Yang in picking up girls. He's shameless and vulgar."

Fei Yang curled his lips and responded unyieldingly: "You're talking as if you're not vulgar."

Then, he suddenly remembered his adventure that afternoon and said happily, "I was walking around outside the school this afternoon and ran into a beautiful woman in a professional suit. She had a very charming look and a curvy figure. She was taller than me, even taller than most female celebrities."

"Is this true?" Liu Yang didn't believe it at all. "Your taste can't be that bad, right?"

"Believe it or not! My level of appreciation is higher than yours!" Fei Yang replied indifferently.

After hearing what he said, Liu Yang began to believe it a little.

A hint of doubt arose in Hao Qiang's heart. Could it be that Fei Yang was talking about the beauty in Room 1802?

"Let me guess, she has permed hair, and wears slim-fitting sky blue trousers and a cream-colored short shirt?"

"Fuck, Uncle Qiang, you saw it too?" Fei Yang said in surprise.

"No." Hao Qiang smiled and shook his head. "I'm just guessing. Most women in business attire is like this."

However, after hearing Fei Yang's description, Hao Qiang felt that it was most likely that person.

Fei Yang sincerely admired: "Master Qiang, your intuition is too accurate, you can even guess this?"

The roommates in the dormitory did not interrupt, but were secretly listening to the conversation between the three.

Is there really such a beautiful woman as Fei Yang described?

Hao Qiang waved his hand and smiled modestly, "No, no, I'm just a little sensitive to these common combinations."

As everyone finished chatting, Li Yunfeng also returned from another dormitory.

These two days, he was busy shuttling between the dormitories to get closer to his classmates.

Not only that, there were two other classmates who frequently appeared in their dormitory, and their purpose was probably the same.

Most of the classmates knew about Hao Qiang's high-end computer through word of mouth, and they could only envy Hao Qiang, the rich student.

I also don't believe what Hao Qiang said about coming from the countryside. A laptop computer can be used to build a whole floor.

No matter what, Hao Qiang's low-key and humility still won the admiration of his classmates.

the next morning,

After breakfast, the six people from dormitory 2B went to Room 303 of the First Teaching Building together.

"How many girls are there in our class?" Li Yunfeng asked curiously.

In the past two days, he has successfully become friends with the students in the male dormitory. If he decides to run for class monitor, his chances of success are quite high.

Well, it’s the girls’ side that’s a bit tricky.

Fei Yang responded with his usual humorous tone: "Anyway, we'll know when we get there. I wonder if we can meet any beautiful women?"

Liu Yang glanced at Fei Yang with disdain and said sarcastically, "It's unlikely that there are any beauties in our major. Even if there are, it won't be your turn, haha."

"Tsk, it seems like it's your turn too." Fei Yang retorted unwillingly.

Both of them are masters of talking, and they feel uncomfortable if they don't make fun of each other for a day.

However, before long, they may be putting their arms around each other's shoulders and playing together like good brothers.

My roommates are used to it and just take it as fun when they see it.

The six people laughed and talked all the way, and whenever they saw a pretty girl, they couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Of course, many girls also looked at them as if they were a group of wild wolves.

This made Hao Qiang feel a little embarrassed. The other male dormitories were not like theirs. It was just Fei Yang, the conspicuous one!

A few minutes later, the six arrived at the target classroom.

At this time, there were already twenty or thirty people gathered in the classroom. They were chatting in groups of three or four, and many students were reading attentively.

When the six people from Dormitory 2B walked into the classroom, the students couldn't help but cast curious glances at them, but then looked away.

The first thing Fei Yang did when he entered the classroom was to look around, looking for girls, hoping to find some pretty faces.

To his regret, he has only found five girls so far, and their quality is average.

Hao Qiang is tall and dresses more fashionably and maturely, which attracts the attention of girls.

There were still more than two hours until ten o'clock in the morning, and the roommates were busy with their own things.

Hao Qiang found a seat in the corner of the back row, sat down, took out his laptop from his backpack, and began to write the business plan for the hot pot restaurant.

There are many things to write about, including the name of the hot pot restaurant, the types and characteristics of the hot pot, the size of the store, the target market, expected investment, expected returns, market analysis, staffing, financial forecasts, etc.

Write a good business plan, be more fully prepared, and ensure orderly execution.

Instead of renting a house and renovating it in a hurry without preparing anything, you will end up learning nothing and wasting time.

There were three other students playing on the computer in the classroom, so Hao Qiang's behavior was not out of place. It was just that his computer was too expensive, which made his classmates take a few more glances and talk about it in private. They were curious about what kind of big business his family was in that they could afford to buy such high-end equipment.

At this time, Hao Qiang had fair skin and the clothes he wore were obviously of better quality than those of ordinary students, which further added to the impression that he came from a wealthy family.

However, Hao Qiang is not showing off any high-end computer.

He does not care about other people's comments or opinions, but is very clear about his own purpose. He will not be shaken by the strange looks from the outside world in his determination to gain experience.

In his opinion, upgrading is the way to go!

Caring too much about what others think will only drain your energy.

As time goes by, the fact that he started a business outside of school will be exposed, and he will not be able to hide the fact that he is rich.

Since you are destined to be different from other students and it will remain the same in the future, you have to get used to other people's strange looks as soon as possible.

"Brothers, I'm going to use my ultimate move!"

"are you ready?"

This is just like playing Honor of Kings, where Wang Zhaojun casts blizzard!

Time passed slowly, and students walked into the classroom one after another and found their seats to sit down.

Hao Qiang sat quietly in the corner of the back row, staring intently at the computer screen, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.