Reborn in 2005, starting with repairing mobile phones

It's 6:30 in the morning.

At Shenzhen Luohu Bus Station, a bus slowly pulled out of the station.

Lin Dong looked out the window at the gradually brightening sky, pondering the events of the next two weeks.

From arriving in the south alone with only 1,500 yuan in his pocket, to now, in just half a month, Lin Dong has completed the first round of capital accumulation.

By leveraging his skills and the information gap provided by the prophet, Xiu V3 made a net profit of 650,000.

Yesterday's battle at the teahouse was a great success. "Quick Repair Treasure" collected 120,000 yuan in deposits in just half a day. This is just the beginning, and there will be at least several hundred thousand more in revenue to come steadily.

Of course, money that comes in also has to go out.

The total score for this point is: Cai Shu and Zheng Hao's share of the profits plus their reserve funds, which amounted to a total of 80,000.

The necessary investments were made: the factory's expedited deposit, the purchase of wiring materials, and packaging tools—these upfront costs added another 80,000 yuan.

Lin Dong had a clear idea of ​​the numbers in his mind: 650,000 plus 120,000, totaling 770,000.

After deducting the expenses incurred over the 160,000 li, I currently have 610,000 in cash on hand.

More importantly, the situation has improved.

The "Quick Repair Treasure" business model has been successfully implemented. Uncle Cai is adept at managing external channels and interpersonal relationships, while Zheng Hao is down-to-earth and meticulous in overseeing technology and production. With the two of them checking and balancing each other, this team is basically stable.

The first step back from my rebirth was taken more steadily and firmly than I had expected.

He can remotely direct the plans for the next few months from Shantou.

The most important thing right now is to calm down and prepare for the college entrance examination.

When I go to Shenzhen in September and start university, that will be the time to truly unleash my potential and make great strides.

Once the car was on the highway, Lin Dong closed his eyes to rest.

I haven't had a full night's sleep in the past two weeks, but now I can finally catch my breath.

At 6 p.m., the bus swayed and rattled into Shantou Bus Station.

It was already dark when Lin Dong got off the bus carrying his suitcase. He hailed a taxi and headed straight for the old streets of Miancheng.

When I got downstairs, the lights on the third floor were on.

As I went up the stairs, my footsteps were clearly audible in the quiet hallway. Just as I reached the second floor, the door above opened.

"Ah Dong?"

It was her mother's voice, filled with barely suppressed excitement.

Lin Dong looked up and said, "Mom, I'm back."

Mother Li Xiuzhen stood at the door, wearing the floral apron she had worn for several years, and holding a shovel in her hand.

"You're back...it's good that you're back." Her eyes immediately reddened, and she reached out to take the suitcase.

"I'll do it myself, it's heavy." Lin Dong stepped aside and went into the house.

Father Lin Guodong stood up from the sofa, a half-smoked cigarette between his fingers, unaware that the ash had fallen to the ground.

"dad."

"Hmm." His father looked him up and down. "You've lost weight."

"It's so hot in Shenzhen, I can't eat."

Lin Dong casually agreed and put the box in the corner.

On the table were two dishes and a soup: stir-fried kale, braised goose, and watercress and pork rib soup.

These are all his favorite foods.

The mother wiped her eyes and walked towards the kitchen: "Haven't eaten yet? What else would you like to eat? Mom will make it for you..."

"No need to rush."

Lin Dong called out to her, squatted down, and opened the box.

First, take out two down jackets.

"Dad, Mom, give it a try."

The father was stunned: "This...isn't it expensive?"

"They're having a promotion in Shenzhen, it's cheap." Lin Dong said casually, then took out two cartons of Zhonghua cigarettes from the box. "Dad, these are for you."

The father took the two heavy packs of Zhonghua cigarettes and ran his fingers along the smooth packaging several times.

He remembered clearly that when he went to pay his respects to Chen Xiong during the Lunar New Year last year, Chen Xiong was smoking this cigarette. At the time, Chen Xiong even handed him one, smiling and saying, "Ah Guo, try this. This is the kind of cigarette a real man should smoke."

He took it, but couldn't bear to smoke it right away. He took it home, opened it, smelled it again and again, and finally put it in a tin box and stored it for half a year.

Now my son takes two at a time.

"Why buy something so expensive..."

The father's voice was a little hoarse, "You can keep it for yourself, or... sell it to someone else."

"Now that I've made money, it's time to give it to you."

Lin Dong took out another box. "Mom, this is for you."

It's a skincare set.

The mother took the bottles and jars with a helpless expression, looking at them and thinking of the wife of Teacher Wang at the end of the alley.

The woman wasn't much younger than her, but her face was so smooth; apparently, she applied these things every day.

Once, when she went to visit someone, the person enthusiastically offered to let her try it on, but she hurriedly refused. However, when she returned home, she secretly looked at herself in the mirror for a long time.

"I...I don't need these..."

The mother murmured, her fingers gently tracing the printed pattern on the bottle, "How long will this take to finish..."

"It will be useful."

Looking at the fine lines around her eyes and her skin, which was rough from years of cooking fumes, Lin Dong said earnestly, "Use it every day from now on. I'll buy more when I run out."

The mother opened her mouth, her gaze shifting from the skincare products to her son's face, then to the exquisite box in her arms, and finally just hugged it tightly, her eyes quickly reddening.

"Let's eat first."

Lin Dong turned around and carefully hung up his mother's down jacket. "The food's getting cold."

The dinner table was quiet.

His mother placed the largest goose leg on his plate, her lips moved as if she wanted to ask, "Are you getting used to the food in Shenzhen?" "How's the accommodation?" "How do you make your money?", but she swallowed the words back down her throat.

She was afraid that asking too many questions would annoy her son, and she was also afraid that the answers would be too much for her to bear.

The father ate his meal in silence, taking a few bites, then glancing at his son before quickly looking down again.

He noticed that his son's hands seemed to have more calluses, but his overall demeanor was different. He sat there steadily and confidently, not like an eighteen-year-old student, but more like... like a capable adult.

He felt both gratified and a little heartbroken.

This change must have come from enduring a lot of hardship outside.

Lin Dong saw his parents' silence.

He knew what they were thinking, and he also knew that some things couldn't be said outright yet.

He finished his meal quietly, and only broke the silence when he put down his chopsticks:

"Dad, Mom, besides the debt from Chen Xiong, how much money do we owe others?"

These words gently broke the carefully maintained silence at the dinner table.

The father paused with his chopsticks.

The mother whispered, "Your eldest uncle, third uncle, and cousin have all helped us... Over the years, we owe them a lot of favors."

"Make a list," Lin Dong said. "Starting tomorrow, we'll return the money to each family one by one."

The father suddenly looked up: "A-Dong, where did you come from...?"

"I've prepared the money." Lin Dong looked into his father's eyes. "We've owed this for so many years; it's time to pay it off."

His father stared at him for a long time, his Adam's apple bobbing, before finally nodding emphatically: "Good!"

The following morning.

Lin Dong took out 50,000 yuan in cash from the box and placed it on the coffee table.

The mother gasped.

The father stared at the five stacks of crisp new banknotes, his expression shifting repeatedly. Finally, he asked in a deep voice, "Adong, tell me the truth, where did this money come from?"

Looking directly at his son, he said, "You've only been in Shenzhen for half a month. What kind of electronics business can you make so much money from? Dad may be naive, but I'm not stupid."