If we find a slightly better house elsewhere, then these twenty yuan will definitely not be enough.
Therefore, the best way is to make more money in these three days.
It's already evening, so when you go to pick up rags, it's not easy to see the rags hidden in the dirt and debris.
However, Shi Jiang didn't want to continue picking up rags at night. Instead, he pointed to the pile of magazines and books in the scrapyard and asked Uncle Lei.
"Uncle, can I read these books and magazines?"
"Hey, you can read these things if you want! If you like something, you can just grab a few copies."
Uncle Lei waved his hand nonchalantly, letting Shi Jiang do as he pleased.
After hearing this, Shi Jiang hurried forward and rummaged through each book.
In this pile, there were actually quite a few magazines of popular novels and legal novels. Of course, there were also some textbooks with annotations on them.
Shi Jiang flipped through it, and although some of the annotations were not very good, some of them were pretty good. They were obviously the stuff of a top student.
However, Shi Jiang didn't care much about this. He was more interested in looking for magazines that were in relatively good condition.
After a while, Shi Jiang found hundreds of books and piled them into several piles.
"Uncle Lei, can I sell these magazines?"
Shi Jiang stood up. He had been squatting for a long time, his back was sore and his legs were numb, and he almost grinned in discomfort.
"You're young, you don't have much money anymore, why are you buying these magazines? It's not for food or drink."
Uncle Lei stretched his head and glanced at the pile of magazines at Shi Jiang's feet, shook his head and said in disapproval.
"Uncle Lei, I want to try setting up a stall to sell these magazines at night. No matter how much they are, it would be good to earn two yuan."
Hearing what Shi Jiang said, Uncle Lei was stunned and looked at the pile of magazines twice more. Didn't he really think that anyone would want this thing?
However, Shi Jiang had a plan, and what he said should not be said casually.
"Then give me one dollar and take it all!"
When Shi Jiang heard the price, he was a little dumbfounded. These hundreds of books only cost one yuan?
When Uncle Lei saw that Jiang didn't respond for a long time, he glanced at her. Seeing the shocked expression on her face, he hesitated a little, and then gritted his teeth.
"Eight cents, just give me eight cents."
Shi Jiang didn't expect that when he hesitated for a moment, Uncle Lei automatically dropped the price by two cents and hurriedly waved his hand and said.
"Uncle Lei, you misunderstood. I think this dollar is too little?"
If these magazines were brand new, they would cost at least 35 cents each, or 35 cents for 10 copies. For 100 copies, that would be 35 yuan, not to mention that she found so many, more than 100 copies.
Even if it costs five cents a copy, a hundred copies would cost five dollars.
"Hey, these magazines don't count for weight. The ten magazines you're looking for are probably only a little over a pound. These are only about ten pounds. They were all given to me by others for two cents a pound.
Now I sell it to you for 80 cents and make a lot of money!"
Uncle Lei didn't feel that he had suffered a loss at all, and even took a clean snakeskin bag from the side and handed it to Shi Jiang.
"If you want it, just take it for 80 cents, I won't lose anything."
Hearing what Uncle Lei said, Shi Jiang immediately thanked him repeatedly, took out 80 cents from his hand and handed it to Uncle Lei. Then he took the snakeskin bag, picked up the magazines and stuffed them in.
Shi Jiang left with a bag of magazines on his back, feeling satisfied.
She first went to a bun shop and bought ten steamed buns for one yuan.
After eating four of them in one breath, Shi Jiang felt that he was truly alive.
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However, I was a little choked after eating steamed buns without drinking water.
However, now, no more than in the past, there are supermarkets and convenience stores where you can buy mineral water anytime and anywhere.
Even if it is sold now, Shi Jiang is reluctant to spend money to buy water. She plans to boil some boiling water and put it in a bottle to drink when she goes back.
Back at the rental house, Shi Jiang made up his mind while boiling water.
Novels and magazines are considered spiritual food.
This thing is best sold in a park or in front of a movie theater.
In these two places, there are the most young people and they are the most willing to spend money.
The original price of these magazines was 35 cents, but she planned to sell three copies for 50 cents. After all, most of the condition she selected were in 80% new condition.
A magazine that originally cost more than one yuan can now be bought for fifty cents. People who like it will only think it is a great deal.
Shi Jiang boiled water and drank a large vat. The steamed buns in his stomach were soaked by the water, which made Shi Jiang feel that his belly was bulging.
Then he carried these magazines under a bright streetlight in the park and laid them out. After someone saw them and asked about the price, they thought it was really a good deal.
Once the first person buys it, there will naturally be a second one.
People like to join in the fun, and soon there were a bunch of people squatting in front of Shi Jiang’s stall, picking and choosing.
When he was in the rented house, Shi Jiang counted it. There were 126 books in total. If he sold three copies for 50 cents, he could earn 21 yuan.
After deducting 80 cents from the capital, the net profit is twenty yuan and two cents, which is much easier and faster than picking up rags.
Of course, Shi Jiang had no intention of stopping picking up rags right away.
After all, selling magazines requires capital, but picking up rags has no capital.
Because I only brought so many magazines this time, the pickers went back and forth a few times and bought all the more than a hundred magazines.
Some customers even asked Shi Jiang, will it be available tomorrow?
Shi Jiang didn't expect that business would be so booming. He thought there was still a huge pile in Uncle Lei's scrapyard that he hadn't rummaged through yet!
He nodded to them and agreed that he would come over tomorrow to show off.
After packing the snakeskin bag and drinking the water he brought, Shi Jiang went back early, boiled hot water and wiped his body and the board before lying down.
However, the electric fan that was shaking its head and struggling to blow the wind suddenly clicked and its head fell off.
The sound frightened Shi Jiang and almost jumped up on the spot.
Sitting on the wooden board, staring at the headless electric fan, she thought to herself, before, she was wondering why Wang Yuanchuan didn't loot the electric fan!
It turned out that this electric fan was in Uncle Lei's scrapyard. It was worn out and sold for scrap. Then Shi Jiang picked it up and fiddled with it for a long time with a screwdriver, repairing it and barely using it.
Since it is used reluctantly, it is naturally good and bad. Wang Yuanchuan now has tens of thousands of dollars in his hand, how could he like this kind of junk.
That's why Shijiang is cheaper.
Now, this broken electric fan has truly come to the end of its life!
Staring at it, Shi Jiang got lucky several times. Without the hot air blown by this broken electric fan, the rental house suddenly became stuffy.
Shi Jiang's body, which he had just scrubbed, was suddenly covered with sweat on his back and face.
Wiping the sweat from her forehead, Shi Jiang made up her mind again. She must earn the rent money to change to a better house in these three days, and also buy a new electric fan.