Chapter 5 The First Pot of Gold

Five minutes later, Ye Chen walked out of the gate of the cannery, while Li Quanlin walked behind, dragging ten boxes of cans on a wooden cart.

From beginning to end, Li Quanlin was completely confused.

He knew that what Ye Chen just said was all nonsense, but the other party really believed it and even sent ten boxes of cans!

These days, canned food is a rare thing, and during the holidays, there is definitely a chance to give canned goods away.

Ye Chen turned back to look at Li Quanlin, who looked confused, and said with a smile: "Teacher Li, take a box back and try it?"

"No no no."

Li Quanlin waved his hand hurriedly, "I can't afford such a valuable thing, are you sure you want to do this?

Aren’t you afraid that the other party will call the police?”

"This little thing is nothing to a state-owned factory. It's not worth it. Besides, it was returned to him in two days. Now it's just borrowed."

Ye Chen said indifferently.

"Um?"

Li Quanlin was a little puzzled.

"I'll explain it to you later. Teacher Li should have a pen and paper in his bag, right?"

Ye Chen asked.

"Well, what do you want to do?"

Ye Chen put his hand on Li Quanlin's shoulder and told him about his plans to start a street digital game business.

After hearing this, Li Quanlin hurriedly shook his head, "No, no, no, how is that possible! This is too simple! Go to our village and find some old men, they also know how to write 1-500!"

"Oh, if you don't believe it, just come with me and help me move these cans."

Ye Chen said, got on his bicycle, pulled Li Quanlin and headed towards a technical secondary school in Luo City.

But on the way, they found a place to change their clothes.

The two arrived at their destination soon.

As soon as he arrived at the place, Li Quanlin looked at Ye Chen in shock, "You want to do it here?

How is it possible! These people are all intellectuals! Writing a number is not an easy task?

Is this doing business?

This is charity!"

The technical secondary schools of 1980 are not the technical secondary schools of 2020. At this time, when the people in them are out of society, various companies are rushing to get them.

It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a high-level intellectual.

And the reason why Ye Chen chose this place was precisely because of this.

The subtlety of the game of writing numbers on the streets is that the apparent difficulty and actual difficulty are completely different.

This makes it easy for people to think, "I can fuck me!"

Then obediently hand over the money.

The easiest people to be fooled are these arrogant intellectuals.

Thinking about it, Ye Chen found a piece of cardboard and wrote on it: write the numbers 1-500, deposit one yuan, if there are no mistakes in the whole process, the deposit will be refunded, and a can will be given as a gift; if there is one mistake, the deposit will be confiscated.

Then the school entrance was erected, and then ten boxes of cans were opened one after another and placed outside for attention.

Soon, a group of students gathered around.

"If you write 1 to 500, can you give away cans?

So simple?

My cousin who is in the third grade of elementary school can write whatever he wants!"

"Today's canned food costs 2 yuan a bottle, right? Just give it away casually?"

"The key is to come to our school gate. Isn't this provocation?"

"Look at the clothes he is wearing. He is from the countryside. He has never gone to school. How difficult is it to write a number?"

…

The students ridiculed one after another. Li Quanlin felt that he could not save his face, so he silently retreated to the back, waiting for Ye Chen to pay everything and then go back to school with him.

But Ye Chen's face was extremely excited.

Yes, yes, what I want is your arrogance!

"Boss, are you lying?"

In the crowd, a pretty girl said with a smile.

"That's not possible. I have all the cans here. There are so many of you, how can I still run away?"

Ye Chen said in a pretentious manner, "You don't know. I tried it at home, but it really didn't work. I couldn't write until I reached a hundred!"

The girl laughed and asked, "What's after a hundred?"

"1001?"

Ye Chen scratched his head and said with a simple face.

"Hahahahaha!"

Everyone laughed.

Everyone saw at this time that Ye Chen was indeed uneducated and couldn't even count numbers. They thought counting numbers was difficult.

Little did they know that in the eyes of talented students like them, it was simply not worth mentioning.

"Boss, let me try!"

The girl smiled, took out a dollar and said.

Just as Ye Chen was about to take the money, a boy squeezed in from behind and said, "Bai Yuanyuan, didn't you say you were very busy?"

Obviously, Bai Yuanyuan is that girl's name.

"Wang Wen, it doesn't matter to you whether I'm busy or not!"

Bai Yuanyuan looked unhappy.

"Haha, I invited you to dinner. You didn't have time, but you have time to play with this old farmer here?"

Wang Wen asked.

His family was in business, he had a little money, he was pretty good-looking, and he had no trouble chasing girls at school. However, when he met Bai Yuanyuan, who ignored him, he suddenly felt unconvinced.

"Speak more clearly! Wasn't your family also farmers three generations ago?"

Bai Yuanyuan said with a cold face.

"Why would you rather play with him than eat with me?"

"Is it okay that he is more handsome than you?"

As soon as these words came out, Wang Wen's face turned green and he looked at Ye Chen angrily. He was indeed more handsome than him!

Ye Chen looked helpless at this time, "No, no, no, you are handsome, so can you not affect my business?"

"hehe."

Wang Wen turned a deaf ear to Ye Chen's words, looked at the cardboard, and said sarcastically, "It's so shameful to be uneducated. How difficult do you think it is to write numbers as simple as this?"

If you don't have enough brains, don't go out to do business! This is a school, not a place for old farmers like you to run wild!"

Hearing this, Ye Chen looked unhappy and said, "If you think it's easy, try it yourself, don't take it from an old farmer. What's wrong with farmers?"

I, the proletariat, are the most glorious. Do you look down on the proletariat?

So what class are you from?"

When Wang Wen heard this, he was stunned.

In this era of big state-owned enterprises, he doesn't dare to do anything politically incorrect, otherwise he will be picked out in the future and his future will be affected.

Wang Wen ignored the second half of Ye Chen's sentence and said to Bai Yuanyuan, "You are also a top student yourself, so don't waste your time with these uneducated people every day!"

Then he took out a big unity card and threw it to Ye Chen, "Ten dollars first! If I don't write you off as bankrupt today, it won't be over! Whoever runs away will be the grandson!"

When Ye Chen saw this, he called out "big deal!"

In this era when pork in many places costs less than 50 cents a pound, a big solidarity ticket is half a month’s salary for many workers!

"Here comes the pen!"

"Here comes the paper!"

Wang Wen yelled arrogantly, and those who didn’t know it thought they were coming from a literary group who wanted to recite poems on the spot.

"You come, you come!"
To be continued...