The Tyrant's Feast and the Wet Shirt
Redakteur: Efydatia
It was a pity that the shop owner could not predict the future. Later, Qin Guan sold the banks to dozens of shops in batches of five or ten.
His journey ended successfully.
He sold the memory banks for 246 yuan each.
His small-scale opportunistic practice was finally rewarded.
His investment lasted for four days. His original capital had been 7,900, and in the end he got 24,600 yuan, earning a profit of 16,700 yuan. The ratio was 300%. He was still nervous until he got the final sum of money. Suppressing the urge to cry out loud, he left Zhongguancun as soon as possible.
Depositing the cash into his account at the Construction Bank in Zhongguancun, Qin Guan let out a relieved breath.
To celebrate his successful business, he decided to treat his roommates. He made a call to his dormitory.
"Hello? Is that Wang Lei? This is Qin Guan. I’m treating you! I’ll bring a pizza back!"