mesbooks Chapter 61: Unexpected Wealth
Chapter 61: Unexpected Wealth
End of June.
Lin Bei's Taobao shop has officially opened.
The store's homepage displays several sets of photos taken previously.
Song Qingning's denim shorts series, Wu Xiaoxun's floral sundress series, and Su Qianqian's light blue fitted dress series.
He used the last photo of Su Qianqian standing by the window as the main image for his shop.
In the photo, a corner of the white dress is blown up by the wind, and light shines in from the window, blurring the model's features with soft light.
Although you can't see the specific expression clearly, that cool and casual vibe makes you want to click in and take a look.
However, during the first three days after opening, the number of customers was pitifully low.
Aside from Lao Gao's help in promoting the game within the guild, which resulted in a few scattered clicks.
Basically, not many people are placing orders.
But Lin Bei wasn't in a hurry.
After all, these kinds of things need to be nurtured slowly.
Back in 08, Taobao wasn't yet at the point of cutthroat competition. As long as you built up your store's reputation and accumulated enough repeat customers, things would get smoother and smoother.
Moreover, Lin Bei is already planning the next step of expanding product categories.
Women's clothing consists of basic styles with low profit margins but high sales volume.
Once the shop is stable, he wants to stock up on some sexy lingerie, mainly stockings and women's underwear.
The quality of this kind of thing doesn't need to be too good; it's best if it's stockings or underwear that can be torn apart with a gentle pull.
This audience is extremely large, and the repurchase rate is astonishingly high.
It's practically every LSP's dream come true.
Nowadays, most shop owners on Taobao feel embarrassed to sell these kinds of things, fearing gossip, so they make their pages cover up and don't dare to show real photos of the product details.
Lin Bei, however, didn't think there was anything shameful about it.
As long as a product can make money, there is no distinction between high and low, noble and base.
The money that people are too embarrassed to earn will eventually be earned by those who are too embarrassed to earn it.
Lin Bei also took his driving test (Part 2) these past two days, passing the reverse parking and S-curve maneuvers on the first try.
When the coach was waiting for him outside the exam room, he handed him a cigarette and told him not to come back.
The driving test (Part 3) has been scheduled; I will notify him in advance.
Lin Bei tucked the cigarette behind his ear and thanked the coach.
As he walked out of the driving school, he glanced back at the white Santana on the practice area.
The transparent tape wrapped around the passenger side rearview mirror had been wrapped twice more, probably because some student had rubbed it again.
Lin Bei smiled, turned around, and walked towards the bus stop.
When it came to university, Lin Bei casually applied to a few universities.
When the time comes, you can go to whichever school you get the points for.
For him, going to university was just a formality, a way to get a diploma and give his parents an explanation.
In his past life, he almost risked his life to get into university.
Lin Bei has thought this through very clearly.
Diplomas are for those who work. He already has his first pot of gold, and several more are waiting for him.
Two more days passed.
Finally, some good news: the demolition notice has been issued.
Lin Bei was playing games at an internet cafe when he received a call from the demolition office.
The voice on the other end of the phone was a woman's; she spoke very politely and without any unnecessary chatter.
Lin Bei was instructed to take the relevant documents to the demolition office to complete the formalities.
After hanging up the phone, Lin Bei left the internet cafe, hailed a taxi, and went home to get his property certificate.
The six property ownership certificates were in a folder, their red covers pristine.
He checked each document one by one to make sure nothing was missing, then wrapped it in a plastic bag to protect it from moisture before tucking it under his arm and leaving the house.
Staff from the demolition office received him in the conference room.
Behind a long table sat three or four people, with stacks of documents and a row of calculators on the table.
The process of verifying identity, property ownership certificate, area and compensation standards went very smoothly.
The six houses he bought were scattered in different old neighborhoods and went unnoticed by anyone.
For each house, Lin Bei works with a different staff member individually.
Therefore, no one would associate the six residents from different locations who were being relocated with the same person.
When the staff asked him to sign, he read through every clause of the compensation agreement.
After all the procedures are completed.
The staff told Lin Bei that the compensation would be deposited into his bank account within five working days.
Lin Bei stood up, shook hands with the other person, tucked the folder under his arm, and walked out of the demolition office.
Three days later, one afternoon, Lin Bei went to the bank to check his balance.
More than ten million!
He stood in front of the old-fashioned ATM, with elderly men and women queuing behind him to withdraw money.
Lin Bei took the card out, then inserted it again and checked it once more.
The same number.
He took the card out, turned around, and walked out of the bank.
Lin Bei stood on the steps in front of the bank and lit another cigarette.
The early July sun beat down mercilessly on the curb, giving the asphalt a thin sheen.
He slowly finished the cigarette with it in his mouth, looking at the row of old shops across the street.
Steamed bun shops, hardware stores, and general stores that sell three pairs of socks for ten yuan.
Before long, this place will be demolished and replaced with new office buildings and shopping malls.
He took his phone out of his pocket and called Lao Gao.
"Are you free tonight?"
"Nothing's wrong, what's up?" There was the sound of keyboards clicking on Lao Gao's end; he was probably playing games at an internet cafe.
Lin Bei: "Please go wash your feet."
"Why bother washing your feet? You can just do it at home." Old Gao said dismissively, "My mom just bought a new foot bath tub with a massage function, it's really comfortable."
"Let's go to a foot massage parlor." Lin Bei stubbed out his cigarette and threw it into the trash can next to him.
The other end of the phone went silent instantly; even the sound of keyboards clicking stopped.
"Godfather, what time is it tonight?"
"I promise I'll be there on time!"
Lin Bei hung up the phone, put it back in his pocket, and continued walking along the curb.
He passed by a real estate agency, where the latest listed prices for secondhand homes were displayed in the window.
Even the cheapest one-bedroom apartment costs over ten thousand.
Lin Bei recalled his past life, when he had saved up for several years to make a down payment on a house.
In the end, with the help of his parents, he was able to barely afford a small two-bedroom apartment.
He's just turned eighteen and has over ten million yuan in his bank account.
In my past life, during the years I worked in the CBD, I would squeeze onto the subway every day, eat takeout, and stare at Excel spreadsheets until late at night. I only went home once a year and was too lazy to even answer my parents' calls.
Later, his business failed, he drank himself into the hospital, and lived a lonely life...
It all seems like it happened in a past life.
wrong.
It was something from a past life.
He will never lose anything again in this lifetime.
His parents are alive and well, his childhood sweetheart is safe and sound, he has over ten million yuan in his bank account, his online store has just opened, he'll get his driver's license soon, and his online girlfriend sends him good morning and good night messages every day, showing concern and care, and she even doesn't want him to recharge his QQ coins himself...
Lin Bei stood by the roadside, watching the electric bikes and bicycles coming and going.
Suddenly I felt like I must be the happiest person in the world.