Reborn as an educated youth, my love brain awakens

"It's your own hard work. I didn't help much." The principal said. He was very satisfied with Ji Qinglan's modesty. He was not arrogant or irritable and had a positive attitude. This was very good.

Self-study is difficult in itself, and without the pressure of being a student at school, it all depends on self-consciousness. The fact that Ji Qinglan was able to rank first in the grade this time shows that he has put in a lot of effort.

The principal encouraged Ji Qinglan a few more words, explained the collection of wrong questions to her, and gave her the test paper before sending her out.

After leaving school, Ji Qinglan went to the black market to find Brother Shan. Since the last time, she didn't know where Brother Shan set up the black market, so she could only try her luck in the original place.

Fortunately, there were two sneaky young men at the black market. When they saw a man in black clothes, a black hat and a black scarf riding a bicycle towards them, they knew that the person they were waiting for had arrived.

"Sister, you're here." The young man ran over happily and confirmed that it was true.

"Sister, let's change the place. It's on Jianshan Road. We'll take you there."

"Now that we know the place, we won't go there. Tell Brother Shan to meet at the old place in half an hour." After Ji Qinglan finished speaking, she rode away on her bike again. She was always like this, and the young man was used to it.

The young man hurriedly rode his bicycle to look for Brother Shan.

After arriving at the grove outside the city and making sure no one was around, Ji Qinglan began to move things out: rice, flour, brown sugar, noodles, canned food, milk powder, White Rabbit…

Pork, chicken, duck, rabbit... and also the game she hunted when she had time.

There were 200 pairs of rubber shoes and 100 pairs of men's and women's leather shoes of various colors and patterns and of today's popular fabrics, and most of them were taken out.

Thinking back to the past, when the system gave her a watch and a flashlight, Ji Qinglan would definitely not panic at all if the system gave her a bicycle or a car in an irregular way.

Just when they had prepared everything, Brother Shan came over with two carts. When he saw Ji Qinglan, he thanked him first.

"Thank you for reminding us in time, otherwise we would be in trouble."

Ji Qinglan did not respond. That day she went to rescue Zhang Jianguo and made some noise, which allowed the people in the black market to evacuate in time.

Brother Shan went to look at the goods again. When he saw leather shoes, and there were several styles, he was so excited that his eyes lit up. What a good thing, it would sell very well. It seemed that he was going to make a fortune again.

I have been working with Ji Qinglan for so long, and there has never been any problem. In the past, Brother Shan would ask questions because he was worried that the goods were not from legitimate sources. But now, there is no need to do so.

Just buy it.

If Ji Qinglan got him a radio, a bicycle, or even a car one day, he would definitely not blink an eye.

Other goods have fixed prices. Ji Qinglan has never been a person who haggles over every penny. He never asks for an exorbitant price, nor does he raise the price arbitrarily.

Brother Shan picked up a pair of lace-up leather shoes for himself. They were shiny and in his own size. After touching them, he found that they were of good quality and exquisite workmanship. The style was not available in department stores, and the quality was much better than those in department stores.

He couldn't bear to part with it.

If this were to be shown to others, it would be sold out in seconds. Brother Shan knew that the factory directors and managers were very particular, wearing white shirts, suit pants, and black leather shoes, and when they went out to discuss cooperation, the other party would look at them with respect.

After some consideration, Shan Ge started to offer a price. The quality of the leather shoes was really too good and he was afraid that if he offered too little, Ji Qinglan would be dissatisfied. So, after much hesitation, Shan Ge finally gave an offer.

"In the department store, men's leather shoes are 23 yuan, and women's are 18 yuan, and they need tickets. Sister, your goods are better than those in the department store. I'll give you 20 yuan and 15 yuan, but no tickets. What do you think?"

Ji Qinglan nodded. It was a fair price. She naturally knew the prices in department stores.

After getting consent, Brother Shan started to count the money. He didn't think the price he offered was high because he could earn more.

With Ji Qinglan, Brother Shan made a lot of money. He was always generous with money and never dragged his feet.

But this time, Ji Qinglan thought that he would give gold bars and old items like last time, but in the end he watched him drag two sacks over from his younger brother.

Ji Qinglan: ...

Oh! Counting money!

The feeling of counting money until my hands cramp and my back aches repeats itself endlessly.

As Shan Ge opened the sack, he explained, "You have taken away all the gold bars and old items I have. This time, we will just pay you directly."

Ji Qinglan nodded reluctantly, his eyes showing the listlessness of being dominated by circles of money.

Compared to cash, she prefers simple and direct gold bars, or old items whose value cannot be estimated for the time being.

In her space backpack, there are more than 400 gold bars and more than 200 old items, all of which are genuine antiques. After five or ten years, the value of these things will be immeasurable.

It was also because of the space backpack, otherwise she wouldn't have the courage to accept the goods.

The leather shoes cost 3,500 yuan, plus miscellaneous goods cost 3,200 yuan, Ji Qinglan's net income was 6,700 yuan. It was another day when he was too tired to count the money.

While everyone was busy and working hard every day for a few pieces of silver, she had already achieved financial freedom.

Counting money?

Happy counting money.

Shan Ge was completely oblivious to Ji Qinglan, who was already filled with negative emotions, and was counting money seriously.

The money in the sack had been arranged in circles beforehand, in Big Unity notes, one yuan, one dimes, new and old, ten in a circle, carefully and neatly tied together. It was obvious that he had prepared them in advance.

Even though he only had to count the money in circles, six thousand seven was indeed a large amount, and the money was not all in Great Unity bills, there were also yuan bills and dimes, and Shan Ge also counted it for half an hour before giving the money to Ji Qinglan, mainly to count it in front of Ji Qinglan to show his sincerity.

After watching him count the items, Ji Qinglan threw the two bastards behind him, carried them up and walked away.

She had no intention of counting again. Now was not the right time, and Brother Shan didn't dare to make a fuss about it. Otherwise, not only would she fail in her business, but she would also have to deal with him.

When Shan Ge saw the person leaving, he held the leather shoes and stroked them for a long time, but in the end he was reluctant to wear them.

The younger brother kept encouraging him: "Brother, these leather shoes are so beautiful, why don't you wear them?"

"You don't understand. We need to keep a low profile and make a fortune quietly."

Ji Qinglan carried two large bags of money and found an empty corner to put them into his space backpack. He pounded his shoulders twice and sighed.

“It’s a sweet burden.”

She changed her clothes, got on her bike and headed straight to the scrap yard. She still remembered the incident with the chair.

It’s a pity that the idea is good, but the reality is cruel.

The scrap yard is still the same scrap yard, the old man is still the same old man, but the huanghuali chair is gone.

It is harder than dreaming to buy two more.

Ji Qinglan searched around but didn't find even a complete chair leg. However, she did not find nothing, as she found a piece of white porcelain with blue flowers among a pile of broken porcelain.

Ji Qinglan carefully looked at the palm-sized piece of porcelain. There were blue patterns on it, and the flowers were shaped like lotus petals. The surface was as smooth as a mirror, with a warm luster and a delicate and smooth feel.