Reborn not to be a simp, the school beauty's whole family goes crazy

Shen Yue's cold and heartless words still seemed to echo in his ears, each word piercing Tao Hao's heart like a needle.

"Tao Hao, look at you, a poor student, what can you give me to give me the life I want? I don't want to suffer like this with you anymore."

Thinking of this, Tao Hao gritted his teeth, the muscles in his cheeks twitching slightly with anger and resentment.

He cursed inwardly, "Shen Yue, you gold-digging and materialistic woman!"

But after cursing, a deep sense of helplessness overwhelmed him like a tide.

He sadly realized that he really didn't have any money, which was the root cause of Shen Yue leaving him.

This harsh reality, like a heavy hammer, jolted Tao Hao awake, making him realize the importance of money for the first time so profoundly.

A strong desire burned fiercely within him like a flame—he wanted to make money, lots and lots of money, so that Shen Yue would regret her initial decision.

So Tao Hao began racking his brains to think of ways to make money.

He lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, his mind racing like a high-speed machine, a multitude of thoughts rushing through his head.

He first thought of finding a part-time job off-campus, so he took advantage of his spare time to inquire around.

He saw all sorts of part-time job postings on the bulletin board at the school gate.

However, after asking around, I learned that most of those part-time jobs were jobs like handing out flyers or working as a restaurant server, which were not only hard work but also paid very little.

Tao Hao grabbed a classmate who had just returned from an off-campus part-time job and asked anxiously, "Brother, how much do you earn in a day with this part-time job?"

The student wiped the sweat from his forehead and said wearily, "Sigh, I work myself to the bone all day and only earn a few dollars."

"We have to be mindful of the boss's mood; it's really not worth it."

Upon hearing this, Tao Hao felt a chill in his heart; such a reward was simply not enough to satisfy his need to make money quickly.

He then wondered if he could use his professional knowledge to make money.

His major was history, so he should be able to do some tutoring or similar work.

But after thinking it over, it seems that it is not useful in this regard.

After all, he only attended a second-tier university, and his college entrance exam scores were so poor.

No parent would even consider a tutor of his caliber.

If the price is cheap, then it's no different from doing odd jobs.

But Tao Hao still wanted to give it a try, so he contacted several tutoring agencies.

Upon hearing that the student was a Chinese major, the other party indicated that the demand was not high, as most students preferred tutoring in subjects such as mathematics, physics, and chemistry.

More than an hour passed, and Tao Hao was still clueless, feeling like his head was a complete mess.

He rolled over in frustration, rubbed his temples, and muttered, "What am I supposed to do?"

Just when he was about to give up, a sudden inspiration struck him.

Since I don't have any special skills, I might as well start with the needs around me.

Tao Hao recalled that he often found the stationery at school to be quite expensive.

Students have a high demand for stationery, so there might be business opportunities in this area.

But then he ran into another problem: he had no start-up capital and didn't know where to start earning his first pot of gold.

He sat on the bed, his hands supporting his chin, lost in thought.

He calculated his monthly living expenses from his student loan and found that after deducting necessary living expenses, there was very little left.

But in order to achieve his goal of making money, he gritted his teeth and made a decision.

I scrimped and saved from my student loan living expenses, managing to squeeze out two hundred yuan.

In the days that followed, Tao Hao lived an exceptionally frugal life.

Early in the morning, while his roommates were still asleep, he got up early to buy a steamed bun from the cafeteria, which became his breakfast.

At noon and in the evening, he would always look for the cheapest food in the canteen, gazing at the dishes that looked and smelled delicious.

Tao Hao could only swallow hard and silently pick up the cheapest plate of vegetables and rice.

Sometimes, his roommates would invite him to go out for a nice meal, but he would always smile and refuse, saying, "You guys go ahead, I'm trying to lose weight."

And so, after a period of saving every penny, Tao Hao finally managed to scrape together two hundred yuan.

The moment he received the money, he clutched it tightly in his hand, as if he had grasped his future.

He arrived at the stationery wholesale market full of anticipation, clutching his hard-earned two hundred yuan.

The market was bustling with people, and the variety of stationery on display was dazzling.

Tao Hao wandered between the various stalls, selecting items one by one and carefully comparing prices and quality.

He picked up a notebook, gently opened it, felt the texture of the paper, and tried writing a few lines on it to see if the writing was smooth.

Then he asked the stall owner the price: "Boss, how much is this notebook?"

The stall owner replied enthusiastically, "It's 3 cents a book, and I can give you a discount if you buy more."

Tao Hao then looked at the notebooks at the stall next to him and asked about the price as well.

After comparing them, he found that although the prices were similar, the quality varied greatly.

He wandered around the market for several hours until his legs ached.

I finally used the two hundred yuan to carefully select a batch of commonly used stationery such as notebooks, ballpoint pens, and erasers.

He thought that if he sold them at the original price plus 10%, he would definitely make a small profit.

After returning to school, he first started selling in his dormitory.

My roommates were all busy with their own things; some were reading, and some were listening to music.

Tao Hao cleared his throat and said loudly, "Brothers, I've got a batch of stationery."

"The price is cheaper than the school store, and the quality is pretty good. Anyone interested?"

The roommates all gathered around, and one of them picked up a notebook, flipped through it, and asked, "How much is one of these?"

Tao Hao replied with a smile, "The notebooks at the convenience store cost 30 cents each, but I'll give you 33 cents."

"Consider the extra 3 cents as saving everyone the trouble of running to the convenience store. It's such a good deal!"

"Think about it, going to the convenience store takes time and you might have to wait in line. I deliver directly to your door, which is much more convenient."

One of my roommates asked doubtfully, "How's the quality? It's not just about being cheap; it has to be good too."

Tao Hao quickly replied, "Don't worry, I spent a long time looking in the market, the quality is absolutely guaranteed. Look at this paper, it's so thick and writes smoothly."

As he spoke, he picked up a pen and wrote a few words in his notebook, then showed them to everyone.

Another roommate chimed in, "Okay, give me two, I'm almost out of notebooks."

The other roommates looked at each other and agreed that it made sense, so they all took out their money to buy it.

Before long, Tao Hao had sold several notebooks and some ballpoint pens in his dormitory.

Looking at the money in his hand, Tao Hao was overjoyed.

This was the first step in his journey to make money. Although it wasn't much, it gave him hope.