Chapter 56: The Tyrant's Feast and the Wet Shirt
Chapter 56: The Tyrant's Feast and the Wet Shirt
Translator: Lan Editor: 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!"
Cheers were heard through the receiver. Qin Guan massaged his shocked ear, hung up and took the bus to the pizza place near his college.
Domino’s Pizza was a restaurant chain for take-away pizza. Qin Guan and his roommates were frequent customers there.
Without any hesitation, he ordered at the cashier, "Seafood, Super Deluxe, Pepperoni, and Hawaiian, one for each. The large size. 12 inches."
The cashier typed on the keyboard with effort.
This is a frequent customer. Every time our staff are surprised by his good appearance and his ordering speed.
"Also, Spaghetti Seafood Bacon and Spaghetti Bolognaise, one for each, Cheesy Bread and Garlic Bread, one for each, and one portion of Seafood and Pork Combo. That's all. Oh, I almost forgot. Is there a free drink for a 200 yuan order?"
The young girl checked the menu and answered, "Yes, there is. Your order costs 355 yuan. We’ll give you a large bucket of a soft drink for free. Is there anything else I can get you?"
Qin Guan shook his head. "That's all."
The girl placed the order and took his money. "Here’s your change. Please wait a moment. Is it eat-in or takeaway?"
Qin Guan found a seat not far from her. "Takeaway."
The cashier was pleased. I’m so close to this handsome boy. What a lucky day!
Watching the passersby outside the window and listening to the country music playing in the restaurant, Qin Guan enjoyed a leisurely time until his order was ready.
The cashier handed all the food to Qin Guan and smiled sweetly. "Looking forward to your next visit."
Qin Guan returned to his dormitory and found five starving boys in the room.
They all rushed at the bag in his hands like vigorous tigers jumping down a hill.
In a moment, all the boxes were open. There was hot pizza covered in cheese, smooth spaghetti in thick meat sauce, and crisp fried chips and chicken wings.
In 10 minutes, all the food had disappeared.
Everyone started complaining, "This is not enough! There should have been some vegetables too! You better go buy a Sunny Veggie pizza, Qin Guan!"
Foodies were always shameless. Suddenly, Qin Guan's phone rang. It was Sister Xue, who told Qin Guan to go to the second shooting for the J shirts and attend a photography exhibition.
The photographer of the J shirts, who had sent Qin Guan's photos to a competition, had won an award.
The full title of the competition was Top 10 Awards for National Figure Photography. It was held by the "Figure Photography" Magazine every three years since 1993.
3,000 photos by 145 artists from 29 provinces, cities and municipalities had participated in the competition that year. The J shirts photographer had made the top 10.
He had been completely over the moon. He knew that he owed all his success to his luck and his outstanding model, so he had invited Qin Guan to the exhibition.
It was a small-scale exhibition in the photography circle, but the prize winners’ works would be exhibited in a small gallery.
Qin Guan was surprised. He had forgotten all about this. He had only met the photographer once, at the shooting site of the J shirts.
The photographer’s face was full of joy. The boss of the J shirts was also proud. My model is an official New Silk Road model, and my photographer is a rising star in figure photography. Plus, my products are selling well, aren't they?
He had experienced a lot of happy events lately. Business was going well and the sale volume was steady.
When the new summer collection came out, his first physical store would open in a new shopping mall, which he considered a very good start.
The boss was very satisfied with Qin Guan. When he put on the new short-sleeved shirts of that year though, his satisfaction reached its peak. Sister Xue kept flattering him, so he gave them a bonus.
The theme of that summer was "cool and refreshing". Through the thin, light material of the shirt, Qin Guan's skin could be seen indistinctly. It looked very attractive.
The photographer put down his camera and thought for a while. Then he asked the boss, "Is there any water?"
"Yes, in the corner. Are you thirsty? I’ll ask them to get you some. Little Tian, get a box of mineral water over here!"
The assistant carried the box over. The photographer took a bottle, waved for Qin Guan to approach, and turned around to ask the boss, "Can I get the shirt wet?"
The boss nodded. "Yes, feel free to do whatever you want. Everyone here is at your service."
The photographer pulled Qin Guan over and discussed it with him. "Let's do something sexy. Can I get your shirt wet?"