deltrittennovels Chapter 182 Making Money
Chapter 182 Making Money
Xiao Yunqing's fingers tapped rapidly on the keyboard, her eyes fixed on the screen, her brows slightly furrowed.
Song Huan leaned back on the sofa watching TV, flipping through channels, but there wasn't anything interesting to watch.
"Song Huan! There's another hurdle we can't get past! Hurry up!" Xiao Yunqing said urgently without turning her head.
Song Huan sighed, stood up from the sofa, and walked over.
I had just sat down in the chair, and my bottom wasn't even properly settled.
I came out, and the door opened.
Zhang Xuejuan pushed open the door and came in, carrying a vegetable basket. She immediately saw the two heads huddled together in front of the computer desk.
Song Huan's hands rested on the keyboard, and the screen displayed a battle scene from Fantasy Westward Journey; the monsters were not yet defeated.
Song Huan's expression froze.
Holy crap, is this some kind of coincidence?
Zhang Xuejuan put the shopping basket on the coffee table and walked over. "Did you buy this computer for you to play games on?"
The voice wasn't loud, but every word carried weight.
Song Huan opened her mouth, wanting to explain.
She glanced at Xiao Yunqing beside her. Xiao Yunqing pursed her lips, put her hands behind her back, twisted her hands together, and lowered her head, as if she were the one who had made a mistake.
Song Huan obediently shut her mouth.
"You're going to be a senior in high school soon! This computer is for studying, not for you to play with all day!"
"Can't you learn from Little Cloud? She doesn't like playing games, but you play all the time. You're doomed if your grades drop!"
Zhang Xuejuan said a few more words, her voice not loud, but every word was to the point.
After speaking, he turned around and looked at Xiao Yunqing.
In that instant, Zhang Xuejuan's expression changed, from cloudy to sunny, and she smiled broadly.
"Little Cloud, what would you like to eat tonight?"
Xiao Yunqing looked up, glanced at Song Huan shyly, and stuck out her tongue at him.
The tongue is pink and short, as if it has never been spit out.
Then she turned to Zhang Xuejuan and said obediently, "I like to eat whatever Auntie makes."
Zhang Xuejuan smiled even more broadly and went into the kitchen carrying her vegetable basket.
Song Huan sat in the chair, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
Xiao Yunqing, you should have a conscience!
It was clearly you who played the game, so why should I take the blame?
……
Since the family got a computer, Xiao Yunqing has come over every day.
They come in the morning, in the afternoon, and sometimes in the evening.
After Zhang Xuejuan discovered that he also played games, she immediately changed her attitude.
"Oh dear, studying is so hard, it's good to have some fun. Isn't the emphasis now on balancing work and rest?"
Zhang Xuejuan seemed very understanding. Every time she came, she would cut fruit, such as watermelon, into small pieces, stick toothpicks in them, and place them next to the computer desk.
"Thank you, Auntie!"
Xiao Yunqing ate while playing games, watermelon juice getting on the corners of her mouth. She wiped it off with her sleeve and continued playing.
That afternoon, Xiao Yunqing was playing a dungeon.
The scholar on the screen weaves through a horde of monsters, unleashing a dazzling array of skills.
Song Huan leaned back on the sofa watching TV. It was a period drama, and he had watched two episodes but still couldn't remember the main character's name.
"Song Huan!" Xiao Yunqing's voice boomed from the other end of the computer, shrill and bright, "Come and see!"
"What's wrong? Which level are you having trouble with this time?"
Song Huan walked over.
I noticed that Xiao Yunqing had switched out of the game, but her Taobao page was open, and there was a new message in her private message list.
She pointed at the screen, tapped it with her finger, and her fingernail clicked against the glass.
"Someone wants to buy your domain name!"
Song Huan paused for a moment, then bent down and leaned closer to the screen.
After so many days, is someone finally going to buy it?
The Thousand-Hand Guanyin, that's what they were asking.
He glanced at the other person's ID—a string of numbers, no profile picture, and not long since registered.
The dialog box read, "Is this domain name still available? How much does it cost?"
Song Huan stared at the line of text, her mind racing.
The fact that this domain name was sold for 50,000 in its previous life shows that someone recognized its value.
He straightened up, picked up the keyboard, and typed a few words: "4.5."
Xiao Yunqing stood to the side, staring wide-eyed at the line of numbers.
"Forty-five thousand?" Her voice rose a half-octave. "Just a website address?"
Song Huan didn't answer, staring at the screen.
The other party is typing, but has stopped.
Typing is in progress again.
It was repeated several times.
The message finally popped up: "Too expensive, make it cheaper."
Song Huan leaned back in her chair, tapped her fingers twice on the table, and then typed a few words.
"Minimum price is 40,000. If not, forget it."
The other party remained silent.
Xiao Yunqing stood to the side, holding her breath, her hands gripping the back of the chair tightly.
Ding dong.
A message popped up.
"make a deal."
Song Huan paused for a moment.
He glanced at the screen, then at Xiao Yunqing.
Xiao Yunqing's mouth was open and her eyes were wide open.
Song Huan turned back and confirmed the transaction method with the other party.
A few minutes later, the bank account linked to the computer beeped.
Brief newsletter, from the bank.
He glanced at it; the money had arrived in his account—40,000 yuan.
Song Huan stared at the line of text for two seconds.
My heart skipped a few beats.
He put down his phone, leaned back in his chair, and let out a long sigh.
Xiao Yunqing leaned closer, glanced at the text message, and then at Song Huan.
Her mouth was open, and she couldn't close it.
"This...this makes money so fast?"
Song Huan put her phone away, a slight smile playing on her lips. "It's alright."
This was just the beginning; in the following days, private messages kept pouring in.
Some people ask for "smooth sailing," some ask for "abundant wealth," and some ask for "a bright future."
Song Huan talked to them one by one; some relationships worked out, and some didn't.
The minimum is five thousand, and the maximum is twenty thousand.
The numbers in my bank account jumped up, from 40,000 to 60,000, and from 60,000 to 90,000.
Every day when Xiao Yunqing arrived, she would look at that number, and then sit in a chair in a daze.
"This is much faster than making money by playing video games."
Song Huan didn't speak, staring at another screen: stocks.
The price of Moutai is going down, and the candlestick chart is showing a downward trend, with one bearish candlestick after another.
He stared at that line for a long time.
Another day, Moutai stock plummeted.
Song Huan sat in front of the computer, staring at the number.
I tapped the mouse twice to open the trading software and entered my account and password.
The account balance is over 90,000.
He opened the Moutai page and glanced at the price.
I glanced at it again, clicked "buy," and bought everything.
confirm!
The numbers on the screen changed.
The balance was almost emptied in an instant.
Xiao Yunqing stood to the side, looking at the empty bank balance, her mouth moved slightly, but she didn't say anything.
She glanced at Song Huan, who was leaning back in his chair, looking at the screen with no expression on his face.
"Feeling sorry for him?" Song Huan asked.
Xiao Yunqing shook her head. "If you say you can earn it back, then you can earn it back."
Song Huan turned her head and glanced at her.
She stood there, her hands hanging at her sides, her eyes fixed on the stock chart, as if trying to understand it.
But how can you understand it just by looking?
Song Huan was also reborn, and it wasn't until 06, when the stock market was booming, that she dared to go all in on stocks.
"Hmm." He turned back, closed the trading software, and turned on the TV.
The news was playing on TV, and he wasn't listening to what the anchor was saying.
Xiao Yunqing also sat down next to him, and the two of them watched TV.
The television light flickered, casting alternating light and shadow on the two people's faces.
It was getting dark outside the window, the streetlights weren't on yet, and the room was dimly lit.
There was only the light from the television and the computer screen's standby screen, with a logo floating around on the screen.