RBCT Chapter 41: Scaring Away the Online Dating Sugar Daddy
Chapter 41: Scaring Away the Online Dating Sugar Daddy
Lin Bei didn't say any polite words this time.
He put down his teacup, picked up his wine glass, and clinked it against Boss Wu's.
Wu Xiaoxun sat quietly to the side, all the vigor she had shown earlier when clinging to someone's leg was gone. She obediently served food to her grandfather, occasionally stealing a glance at Lin Bei.
Wu Xiuwen sat in the main seat, smiling as he looked at everyone.
More than an hour later.
After finishing their meal, the group walked out of the restaurant side by side.
Mr. Wu insisted on taking Lin Bei back to the city, but Lin Bei declined, saying he had other things to do that afternoon.
While waiting for a taxi by the roadside, he lit a cigarette and went over what had just happened in his mind.
Now that we have a supply of goods, the price is even cheaper than the market wholesale price.
The next step is to apply for an online store and expand online.
Although he had never been involved in e-commerce in his previous life, he had seen others start it and knew the direction it was heading.
Not far away, Wu Xiaoxun, who had her hair in pigtails, stood next to Wu Xiuwen and waved to him.
Lin Bei put the cigarette in his mouth and raised his hand in response.
The taxi arrived quickly.
He opened the car door, got in, and drove towards the city center.
The factories and warehouses outside the window were slowly left behind, and further on, there were vast stretches of open land.
Lin Bei vaguely remembered that a few years later, this place would also be developed into a new business district and high-end residential area.
By then, he will no longer be the high school graduate who has just earned 100,000 yuan.
……
When Lin Bei arrived at the driving school training ground, there was no one there.
The white Santana training car was parked alone in the center of the field, the transparent tape wrapped around the passenger side mirror reflecting the sunlight.
The instructor hasn't arrived yet, and the other people who practiced driving with me haven't shown up either.
Lin Bei walked to the shade of a tree, sat down with his back against the trunk, and took out his phone to start browsing the web.
The GPRS network loaded very slowly; the progress bar spun several times before a rudimentary WAP version of Taobao finally appeared.
He browsed through several clothing stores and read a few posts about online store operations, and got a general idea of what to do.
This book was first published on 2009.com, providing you with a reading experience free of errors and disordered chapters.
Taobao doesn't require a deposit yet, and the review process isn't strict; you can open a store with just an ID card.
In a few years, the entry threshold will become increasingly higher, and it will not be so easy to get in.
Just then, my QQ phone vibrated.
When Lin Bei opened the message, he found it was from his online wife, "Singing of Loneliness".
Honey, what are you doing?
Lin Bei, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, typed a reply:
I didn't do anything, I was just bored.
Soon, another message came from the other end:
My husband seems really busy lately; he hardly ever chats with me anymore.
Honey, what have you been busy with lately?
Lin Bei flicked his cigarette ash, thought for a moment, and replied:
[Thinking about how to start a business.]
[I can't rely on my family to support me forever; I have to do something for myself.]
After the message was sent, the other party replied:
"It's okay, after we get married, I can support you."
After seeing the message, Lin Bei smiled slightly, took the cigarette out of his mouth, and exhaled a smoke ring.
He didn't take it seriously at all.
After all, in Lin Bei's eyes, his online wife was at most a young girl from a well-off family.
I've already given him the maximum amount of money by topping up his QQ coins and giving him game equipment.
Should I raise him?
What will we use to feed them?
A few hundred yuan of pocket money?
Lin Bei typed a reply, continuing the conversation in the other person's words:
Okay, then I'll start my own business first. If I lose it all, I'll just live off you.
Don't kick me out then.
A softly sung song of loneliness, a reply in an instant:
Of course not!
From now on, all the money I earn will go to my husband.
You can eat as much of my money as you want!!!
Lin Bei looked at the string of exclamation marks on the screen, smiled, and shook his head.
He put his phone on his lap and took another drag of his cigarette.
Then he picked up his phone again and typed a line:
Honestly, I've been wanting to do something lately. There's a really good project, but I'm short on funding.
I made a little over 100,000 yuan trading warrants a couple of days ago, but it's still not enough.
After the message was sent, Su Qianqian, who was in the villa's bedroom, was stunned.
She stared at the line of text on the screen for several seconds.
Warrants... over 100,000...
She remembered very clearly the "China Southern Airlines XX" warrant her husband bought last time.
At the time, her father confidently declared that it was just a piece of trash that would eventually be wiped out, and she herself felt that it was merely a temporary resurgence.
On the third day, the warrant surged by 200%.
At that time, Su Qianqian only knew that her husband had won the lottery, but she didn't know how much he had earned.
Now her husband tells her that he has earned more than 100,000 yuan.
In just a few days, it increased tenfold.
This is definitely not luck!
Even Su Qianqian's father, who had been trading stocks for thirty years, wouldn't dare to put all his money into these worthless warrants.
My husband not only placed a bet, but also made a precise move at the highest point.
The thought in her mind became clearer and clearer.
My husband is a true financial genius.
Su Qianqian leaned over the keyboard, her breasts flattened on the desktop, and typed a question:
Honey, how much money do you need?
I can lend it to you.
Lin Bei smiled again when he saw the message.
He had no idea that the other party could actually come up with any money.
A girl who acts cute and charming online has at most saved up her allowance for a few months, maybe a few thousand yuan at most.
However, since he was asked, he didn't mind telling him.
Lin Bei typed a reply:
Forget it, this time the amount needed is quite large; a few thousand yuan simply won't suffice.
Soon, a lonely melody answered:
So how much is needed?
Lin Bei took a drag of his cigarette and tapped a few keys on the keyboard:
"About one or two million."
After the message was sent, the other side was once again caught in Chen Mo's trap.
Lin Bei assumed the other party was intimidated by the number and sent another message:
I made a little over 100,000 yuan trading warrants a couple of days ago, but it's still not enough.
This project is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity; I reckon it's doomed.
After sending the message, Lin Bei put his phone on his lap and flicked off the cigarette ash.
He didn't expect the other party to actually come up with two million.
After all, this is two million, not two hundred or two thousand.
Even the richest, most love-struck person wouldn't do something like that.
That was the end of our conversation; I just mentioned it casually.
When I used to chat with friends and brag, I would say things like, "If I had two million, I could pull off a big heist."
Once it's said, it's over; nobody takes it seriously.
So Lin Bei waited for the other party to reply with something like, "So many?" or "Then I can't help you."
Then that topic was simply moved on.
at the same time.
When Su Qianqian, in her room on the second floor of the villa, saw the message from her husband saying he needed "one or two million" in funds,
She sat on the bed and fell silent.