boyutpedia Chapter 1451 Not smart
Chapter 1451 Not smart
Chapter 1451 Not smart
The people around suddenly couldn't help laughing.
The fat man is still unconscious.
While tying his belt, he asked happily: "My good brother, you have made money in business but you have not forgotten me. I will remember your kindness for the rest of my life."
Ye Yaodong grinned, "That's good to know! I never forget to take care of you when something good happens!"
"What kind of business is this? How many tens of thousands can you make? How much does each person pay?"
Ye Yaodong pointed three fingers at him.
"Three thousand dollars?"
"That's not much, okay, with 3000 yuan of capital, can one person earn tens of thousands, or can we earn tens of thousands together?"
"This is a good deal, it's a good deal, what is it for? Should we go back to the house and talk about it slowly?"
The fat man kept talking happily, but looked around warily. He always felt that it was a bit unsafe to discuss a business worth tens of thousands in front of so many people.
Dongzi was too careless and let everyone know the whole thing.
Won’t everyone know how much money they earn in the future?
Ye Yaodong couldn't help laughing, "No need to go into the house to talk, just talk here, everyone knows it."
"You know everything?"
The fat man looked around in confusion, only to find that everyone around him was smiling at him.
He realized belatedly that something seemed to be wrong and put away his excitement.
"what did you say?"
"Well, it wasn't my suggestion, it was everyone's. Everyone felt that it was inconvenient that we didn't have a phone here, so we thought of asking you to install a phone in the cafeteria. This way it would be convenient for everyone to call, or for family members to call and leave messages if they have any questions."
The fat man's eyes widened as he listened, and he looked at him in disbelief.
"Is this the f*cking tens of thousands of dollars worth of business you were talking about?"
"Yes, once you get this phone, everyone will call home every now and then, and the money you earn will be continuous. A little bit will add up to a lot, and after decades of accumulation, you will definitely have tens of thousands of dollars."
"It's accumulated over several decades, and you dare to say that? Are you kidding me?"
The fat guy was instantly so angry that his liver hurt. He was so expectant just now and kept calling him a good brother.
"I'm not wrong. You only need to put in 3000 yuan as capital, and then you just sit back and collect the money. Over time, it will add up, and it will be more convenient for you."
"It's just a matter of convenience. I spent a lot of money to install a phone, just to make a few cents a day?"
"It's not just a few cents. A long-distance call outside the province costs at least one dollar. Dozens of dollars a day is a good profit."
"Bullshit, who the hell calls every day?"
Seeing that he didn't understand, Ye Yaodong hooked his shoulder and calculated with him.
"Think about it, we have about 400 people here, and if each person makes two calls a month, that's about 900 to 1000 calls. There are 30 days in a month, which is an average of 30 calls a day, right?"
The fat man looked up at the sky with empty eyes. After a while, he nodded, "Yes."
"That's 30 yuan a day, right? If I make half of that, wouldn't that be 15 yuan? And what about the people who answer the phone calls? The same price applies to answering the phone calls, 20 yuan a day, so wouldn't that be 600 yuan a month?"
The fat man reacted, "Then it will take five or six months to get the money back?"
"Yes! Then won't all the subsequent profits be earned? Isn't this a worthwhile investment?"
The fat man was thinking.
Ye Yaodong added: "If you make 600 yuan a month, you will start to make a profit in half a year, and you can make more than 3000 yuan this year. Isn't it better than renting a house for me?"
The fat man thought about it and felt that it was right.
"What you said does make sense, but they have to be willing to make the call. I think the best they can do is make one call a month."
"That's not a small amount. Making phone calls for a month is 30 yuan, which is more than 3000 yuan a year. It can also make back the money. You can open a small shop and sell some snacks, cigarettes and alcohol. Isn't it easy to make money?"
"Makes sense."
"You didn't listen to what I told you before, so you have to listen to what I have to say now. What a great opportunity to make money."
When the people around them saw that they had made it clear, they also agreed.
"Yes, it's a good job to make money. If we were not incapable of installing a telephone, we would definitely spend all our money to install one. Then we wouldn't have to go to work and could just sit at the phone and borrow and collect money."
"Yes, it would be great to have a telephone line. It would be convenient for everyone and you can make money too."
"The main thing is that we have more than 400 people here who need to make phone calls. As long as you have a phone line, you won't have to worry about lack of business."
"We will give you the same price as the outside world. At least we don't have to go out to make phone calls, and we can still receive messages from home."
"Fatty, would you consider it? Otherwise, I'll just lead one myself and arrange for Old You to sit and help me collect the money. Anyway, he has nothing to do except counting the bills, so it's a good opportunity to let him count one more bill."
Old You turned around and looked at him in disbelief. How could he be free anyway?
With so many ships of cargo and accounts, there would be a huge stack of bills every other day, and he was losing hair every day.
Each ship has its own name and he has an account book. He already has a pile of account books, and the covers are almost torn apart. In the two months he has been here, he has even changed the ink bottle in his pen.
The fat man waved his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet. "Let me think about it. I have to go to the post office to apply for a report. It will take at least half a month or even a month to wait."
"If you are willing to hold the hand, we can afford to wait for this period of time. There is no need to rush."
The fat man glared at him, rubbed his unwashed hands on his face, and then he was happy.
"What are you doing, you fat bastard..."
The fat man happily took a step back and lifted up his pants which were falling a little.
"I haven't washed my hands yet, haha..."
"Yue...Are you disgusting? You f---"
Ye Yaodong rushed over to beat him, but he was prepared and ran away flexibly.
Everyone watched and laughed.
Father Ye looked at them with disdain, "You are old, but you are still chasing and fighting like a river all day long."
Ye Chengjiang had just woken up and hadn't even washed his face yet. He walked towards the crowded place while picking at his eye boogers.
"Why are there so many people gathered here? What are you doing? It's so noisy so early in the morning."
He walked behind everyone and stretched.
Ye Chenghe limped over and put his arm around his shoulder, "Get up, go make some money."
Ye Chengjiang was surprised, "Hey, when did you come back?"
"I came back earlier than you yesterday evening."
"I heard you're getting married? Damn, aren't you just going back home? How did it become a marriage?"
"No, we're getting married in two years. Let's verbally agree first, and then have the wedding banquet at the end of the year when everyone goes back home."
"That's also about getting married. Damn, you're exaggerating. I don't even dare to talk to girls."
"That's because you're useless." Ye Chenghe felt both disgusted and proud.
"Tsk, who cares? I don't want to get married. If I get married, I will be controlled."
"You do not understand……"
Ye Chenghe spoke as if he was recalling something, with a nostalgic and silly smile on his face.
Ye Chengjiang looked at his sudden appearance, as if he had seen a ghost, and took a step away from him.
"Hey, why are you leaving? Come here and give me some support."
"What did you do? Did you get beaten? Did you get beaten for molesting a decent woman?"
This made him doubt.
Who made him smile so intoxicatedly and look so infatuated just now? It was really unbearable to look at him.
"No, he beat me." Ye Chenghe stopped calling him grandpa and secretly pointed at his father with his index finger.
"I was still sleeping and dreaming when he picked me up and beat me up. I was so depressed and couldn't hide from him."
"I really regret it. I lost my wife and my army. Damn it. I lost my money and I got beaten again when I came back."
"I'm telling you, you have to be more careful. When you get home, don't tell your mother how much money you made..."
Ye Chenghe was deeply touched and put his hand on Ye Chengjiang's shoulder again, talking to him and telling him to hold on to his purse tightly.
"Do you think I'm as stupid as you? I won't tell my mother how much money I made...Fuck you, if you go back and tell your mother how much money you made, then my mother will also know how much I made!"
Ye Chengjiang was halfway through his words when he realized that his secret had been exposed.
He simply grabbed Ye Chenghe's neck and punched him twice.
"You bastard..."
Ye Chenghe held his stomach and stared at him unwillingly, "Fuck you... I'm reminding you kindly."
Why is he always the one who gets hurt!
"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll beat you up again." Ye Chengjiang waved his fist.
Ye Chenghe also clenched his fists, "Just wait and see, I will beat you back later."
Ye Chengjiang gave him a look of contempt, walked towards him, and then opened his mouth and exhaled a breath of poisonous air.
"Ugh...did you eat shit?" Ye Chenghe had a disgusted expression on his face and sat down on the ground, covering his stomach and pinching his nose.
Ye Chengjiang was originally planning to go brush his teeth and wash his face, but when he heard this, he turned back, stuck his butt out, and wanted to give him some more food.
Ye Chenghe finally reacted and kicked him directly.
It's so instinctive, as soon as someone sticks their butt out, he knows what to do.
But he was injured now and didn't dare to fight with Ye Chengjiang because he couldn't beat him. After kicking him, he immediately got up and ran away.
Of course Ye Chengjiang was not willing to give up after being kicked, so he ran after him.
Father Ye looked at the two people chasing after him, his brows furrowed so hard that he could pinch a fly to death.
The upper beam is not right and the lower beam is crooked.
Like his uncle, so is his nephew.
They were all led astray by Dongzi.
Halfway through his run, Ye Chengjiang saw Ye Yaodong, who was out of breath, and immediately stopped playing with Ye Chenghe.
"Uncle San, Uncle San, when are you going to the Magic City? Remember to take me with you."
Ye Yaodong spread out his five fingers and pressed them directly on his face, "Did you eat shit? Go brush your teeth first."
Ye Chengjiang was a little confused and blew some air into his palm for himself to smell.
“It doesn’t stink?”
He took a few more sips...
Ye Yaodong was so disgusted, why were they all so stupid...
He turned his head away, somewhat embarrassed to watch.
But then I remembered that I had just woken up and hadn’t brushed my teeth yet.
I secretly blew some air into my palm, smelled it, and was immediately relieved that it didn't stink.
Ye Chengjiang was still behind him, blowing air into his palms as he walked, muttering to himself as he smelled the air, "It doesn't stink..."
"Uncle San, wait for me, when are you going to the Magic City?"