Everyone's been reborn, so who would bother finding a wife on their own?

Chapter 69 Huanhuan's Little Shop

The day after the middle school entrance exam, Song Huan began her money-making plan.

In July, Wuhan was as hot as a steamer, and the ground was scorching hot as soon as the sun came out.

Song Huan stood in front of the mirror, looking at her 1.72-meter height, wearing a white T-shirt, shorts, and flip-flops.

A classic Cantonese outfit!

Song Huan's face was expressionless, but her eyes were quite focused.

He had two thousand yuan in his pocket.

This is all the wealth he has accumulated over the past three years.

The amount I got was from scholarships and money I secretly kept from New Year's red envelopes. It all came up together in a jumbled collection.

Zhang Xuejuan was watching TV in the living room, cracking sunflower seeds, and crossing her legs.

After the high school entrance exam, she felt completely relaxed. She no longer had to cook, worry about her children, or supervise their homework. Her life was even more comfortable than retirement.

"Mom, I'm going out for a bit." Song Huan changed her shoes.

"Where to?"

"Find Xiao Yunqing."

Zhang Xuejuan nodded, a sunflower seed shell flying from her mouth and landing precisely in the trash can. "Are you coming home for dinner tonight?"

"It depends. If they're not coming back, I'll call them in advance."

"Okay, but don't stay up too late."

The door closed, and Song Huan went downstairs.

When I arrived at the entrance of the residential area, Xiao Yunqing was already standing there.

She was wearing a white dress that reached her knees, revealing a section of her fair legs.

She wore a yellow sun hat with sunflowers printed on the brim, which made her face look fair and rosy.

Holding an ice cream cone in her left hand and a honey grapefruit tea in her right, she was biting into the chocolate coating on the ice cream.

"You're eating again?" Song Huan walked over. "Didn't you say you were going to lose weight after the exams?"

Xiao Yunqing looked up, her cheeks puffed out, a little chocolate on the corner of her mouth. "I'm replenishing my energy. I'm exhausted from walking such a long way."

"Your house is only two streets away from mine."

"Even two streets are quite a distance!"

Song Huan was too lazy to argue with her and turned to walk into the street.

Xiao Yunqing followed behind, her little skirt fluttering, making a crunching sound as she bit into her ice cream.

After walking for a while, she quickened her pace to catch up, "Huanhuan, where are we going?"

"cybercafe."

Xiao Yunqing paused, pouting, "Going to the internet cafe again? It's awful there."

"Then don't go."

"No way." She followed, her tone matter-of-fact. "I have to keep an eye on you, in case you're up to something again."

Song Huan didn't say anything and quickened her pace.

Xiao Yunqing jogged behind her, her skirt billowing up, almost causing her to drop her ice cream.

……

The sign for the StarCraft Internet Cafe is still there, a bit older than it was three years ago. A section of the neon light tube is broken, and only half of the character "际" remains.

The glass door at the entrance had a sign that read "Air Conditioner On," the red paper faded to pink, and the edges were curled up.

Pushing open the door, a blast of cold air hits you, mixed with the smell of smoke and instant noodles.

The receptionist was still the same blond guy, but his hair was now dyed brown, and he had two earrings. He was lying there playing on his phone.

Song Huan walked over and tapped on the table.

Huang Mao raised his head, glanced at him, then at Xiao Yunqing behind him, and his eyes lit up.

"Hey, you're here again? Three years and still with the same girl?" He laughed, revealing a set of yellow teeth.

Song Huan had been coming to the internet cafe a lot over the past three years to keep an eye on Moutai's stock, so he and Huang Mao were acquainted.

Huang Mao was somewhat surprised; how could Song Huan have such good taste?

Xiao Yunqing didn't look like much three years ago, but now she's grown into a graceful and elegant young woman.

Xiao Yunqing blushed, glared at the blond-haired man, and said nothing.

[If he doesn't take me, who will he take?]

Song Huan didn't respond, but took out two hundred yuan from her pocket and slapped it on the table.

"Set up two machines and book the afternoon session."

The blond-haired man took the money and handed over two cards. "Those two machines on the second floor corner are empty and quiet."

Song Huan took the card and turned to walk upstairs.

Xiao Yunqing followed behind, pinching her nose and frowning.

"It's so strong..." she muttered softly.

"I told you not to come."

"No!" She lowered her hand and quickened her pace. "I want to look at you."

Once we got to the second floor, the two machines at the corner were indeed off-center, leaning against the wall with the window right next to them.

Song Huan pushed the window open a crack, and the hot air from outside blew in, dissipating the smell of smoke a little.

Xiao Yunqing sat down at the machine next to him, put the ice cream and drinks on the table, took out a wet wipe to wipe her hands, and then wiped the keyboard and mouse.

Song Huan turned on the computer, and the Windows XP startup screen popped up on the screen. It was blue and green, with the logo spinning in the center.

He logged into QQ, opened the Taobao website, and registered a shop.

When filling in the shop name, he thought for a moment and typed: Huanhuan's Little Shop.

Xiao Yunqing leaned over to take a look, then chuckled, "That's such a corny name."

"Then you take one."

"Hmm..." She tilted her head and thought for a moment, "Let's call it 'Brother Huan's General Store'."

"That's even more tacky. If you give this name, I'll smash the shop up."

"Then don't ask me!"

Song Huan ignored her and continued filling out the forms.

The shop description states: "Mainly selling QQ accounts, game items, and download services."

Xiao Yunqing leaned over to watch, the screen light shining on her face, making her eyes bright.

"Selling QQ accounts? Who would buy them?"

"There are plenty." Song Huan didn't even look up. "Premium numbers, short numbers, and high-end numbers are all in high demand."

Xiao Yunqing looked incredulous, but didn't ask any more questions. Anyway, she didn't understand these things, so she went back and logged into her QQ account.

The profile picture is a pink bunny, and the name is "Cheerful Little Cloud".

Song Huan glanced at it, and her lips twitched.

For three years, she hasn't changed her name. And the key thing is, this idiot actually believed what I said back then and didn't change her password, which means I can log into her QQ anytime.

However, Song Huan is not the kind of person who snoops on other people's privacy. In three years, he has never once logged in without permission.

After setting up the shop, Song Huan downloaded three games on her computer.

Fantasy Westward Journey, World of Warcraft, Legend of Mir. The download bar progressed one frame at a time as he leaned back in his chair and waited.

Xiao Yunqing leaned closer to look at the screen. "What's this?"

"game."

"I know they're games, why would I download them?"

"Get equipment, sell it for money."

Xiao Yunqing's eyes widened, her mouth forming an "O" shape. "You can make money playing games?"

Song Huan turned to look at her, "What do you think? In Fantasy Westward Journey, a weapon without level requirements can sell for several thousand."

Xiao Yunqing's eyes widened even more. Several thousand?

Did you get it from playing video games?

She looked down at her hands, then at the colorful icons on the screen, as if she had suddenly discovered a new world.

"And what about me? What can I do?"

Song Huan glanced at her, stood up, went downstairs to the front desk of the internet cafe.

The blond guy was lying on the table scrolling through his phone. On the screen was a QQ space with a picture of a non-mainstream girl whose hair covered half her face and whose eyes were wide open. The caption read, "I love you so much."

Song Huan stood to the side, glanced at the photo, and held back her laughter.

"Brother, I need to talk to you about something."

The blond-haired man looked up. "What is it?"

"Can I put up a sign here? I can help people download MP3s and movies."

The blond-haired guy paused for a moment, then laughed. "You're pretty good at business, kid. But this is my turf. You think you can just shut it down like that?"

Song Huan heard his thoughts clearly.

[I didn't realize this kid was so shrewd. But what good would it do me? Would I be stupid enough to just give him my space for free?]

Song Huan took out two packs of cigarettes from his pocket, Zhonghua brand, in red boxes, and placed them on the table.

The blond-haired man glanced down and his eyes lit up.

Song Huan then took out two more packets and stacked them on top.

"Four packs, is that enough?"

Huang Mao picked up the four packs of cigarettes, looked them over from all angles, and then stuffed them into the drawer.

"Okay, hang up then. But don't let it affect my business; if anyone complains, you'll have to leave."

"rest assured."

Song Huan turned and walked away, with the blond-haired man calling after her, "Hey, make sure you write that sign nicely!"