Making Money Just By Breathing - Chapter 8.2: Who's That?

After finishing up, he headed straight home. Passing by the noodle shop at the village entrance, Wang Yangguang ordered a random bowl of noodles. Once he got home, he collapsed onto the wicker chair.

He had been busy all morning, tired to death, but it was a fulfilling kind of exhaustion like never before.

A month ago, sitting in the examination hall for the college entrance exam, Wang Yangguang would never have imagined he would be where he was today.

It was the system that had expanded his horizons.

Spending two or three thousand yuan a day, living in a dream for more than ten days, and continuing to live in that dream after the system upgraded, raising the system to level 4 before going to college, what kind of skill was that?

If he wanted to play, he had to play big!

Habituation was key, and he was sure to succeed!

If business went smoothly, the next goal would be raised even higher.

For example…

Rushing to upgrade the system level at the fastest speed!

Of course, it was equally important to shake off the naive, poor student vibe.

What kind of man can be called a tycoon, Wang Yangguang is not sure, but he can tell just by thinking about it that he’s still far from being a successful man.

If he could manage the street stall business well, then it would be considered a bit of experience gained.

With this in mind, Wang Yangguang’s heart was once again filled with fighting spirit, and the exhaustion and heat caused by the high temperature were no longer torture.

Just endure a little longer, victory is within reach!

…

After finishing dinner, taking a shower, exhaustion flooded over him. Wang Yangguang was tired, hot, and hungry, sticking his tongue out.

In the hot summer, it wasn’t easy to be running around everywhere.

The air conditioning in the old truck wasn’t working properly, unable to blow cold air. Otherwise, if it could, with the air conditioning on and a light breeze blowing, things would be done comfortably. There was no need to suffer like this.

Yeah, when he saved up enough breathing wages, he would definitely go buy a small car!

The Audi A4L seemed nice, stylish exterior, and priced right. When the time came, driving it around the university campus would definitely be cool.

Actually, Wang Yangguang had never seen any luxury cars before. Born in a village in the outskirts of the city, he was what people call a rural kid.

Among the various car models parked at the entrance of the school, picking up and dropping off children, the A4L was the one Wang Yangguang admired the most. Purely based on its appearance, he deemed it a good car.

Daydreaming about driving an A4L, Wang Yangguang gradually fell asleep.

He had gone to bed early yesterday but tossed and turned unable to sleep, and today he woke up early and was busy all morning. He was really tired.

In his dreams, the sky was interwoven with light, forming a palace. Inside the palace, there were beautiful women carrying exquisite food and wine, constantly offering them to the throne. The hall was packed with wealthy merchants from various countries, waving various exotic items, trying to win the king’s favor.

The person on the throne was leisurely and relaxed, with a majestic aura, but his face couldn’t be seen clearly.

Who was that?

…

Waking up from the chaotic dream, Wang Yangguang received a call from Manager Wu from the paper box factory.

“Is it done? Good, I’ll be right over!”

…

Manager Wu was rough around the edges but very efficient. He shaved the edges of the plastic mesh boxes cleanly, and they didn’t feel rough at all.

Wang Yangguang was very satisfied with the quality of the boxes and immediately paid Manager Wu.

Casually, he asked, “Manager Wu, do you know where I can get sponge blocks of the right size?”

Manager Wu gestured with his arm, pointing to the right, “Go out and turn right, there’s a small sponge factory 200 meters away. Let them cut the sponge to the size of the boxes for you, and they also sell bubble wrap for cushioning.”

Getting sponge blocks was very simple; they had sponge strips blocks specifically for filling boxes.

And that thing isn’t expensive, it only cost Wang Yangguang 250 yuan to get enough goods, and then all the way without stopping, he drove back to his home in Wang Jia Ao.

He arrived home at 5:30, calculating the time, it would take at least until 10 o’clock to return to Gujiao. Wang Yangguang didn’t go home and went straight to find Wu Ye.

“Kid! Have you eaten? If not, come and have a piece of melon!”

Wu Ye’s voice was loud, and indeed, being a melon seller, judging by his appearance, it seemed he treated watermelon as his meal.

Wang Yangguang grinned and didn’t stand on ceremony, he directly asked, “Uncle, lend me some melons, I’ll take them to sell in the city!”

Wang Jia Ao only had over twenty households in total, each one related to each other, and Wu Ye was also straightforward, not needing to play tricks.

“Tomorrow, you go pick them in the field yourself! No need to weigh them, just give 5 yuan each!”

Wu Ye flicked off some ash from his cigarette and waved his hand.

Wang Yangguang was surprised, “What the heck! 5 yuan each, aren’t you losing money?!”

Even if the market price in the fields was 50 cents per pound, calculated on average of 15 pounds, each melon would be more than 7 yuan.

Moreover, the melons grown by Wu Ye were really good varieties, so the cost would be even higher.

“No big deal!”

The old man spat on the ground, bluntly cursing, “Relying on these few melons to eat, the whole family would starve to death early! You pick more and it’ll save me the trouble!”

Alright, Wu Ye’s family wasn’t short of money – there weren’t many families in Wang Jia Ao who were short of money – so Wang Yangguang didn’t stand on ceremony, accepting the goodwill.