Li Feng immediately opened the post and showed it to Lin Qingxue as if proudly presenting a treasure.
“A keychain can sell for a thousand yuan?” Lin Qingxue’s crimson lips parted slightly. She looked utterly disbelieving.
Li Feng showed her his Taobao purchase history. “Bing Dwen Dwen is really popular. Everyone’s scrambling to get one.”
Seeing the Taobao records, Lin Qingxue found it even harder to believe.
More than two hundred yuan in principal had turned into over four thousand after just one night?
She couldn’t even imagine it!
Seeing her reaction, Li Feng hurriedly opened his cryptocurrency app and showed it to her.
“Catcoin will start going up this afternoon. Then I’ll make another big profit. Soon, I’ll have earned enough to pay back the loan sharks—the full 150,000.”
At the mention of virtual currency, Lin Qingxue fell silent. After dinner, she even took the two children out with her.
Li Feng knew his credibility was already shot. And virtual currency sounded like gambling, so of course his wife wouldn’t believe him.
He had to hurry and make money, treat his wife and children better, and win them back little by little.
By the time he finished tidying the house, it was already four in the afternoon.
Sweat streamed down Li Feng’s body like water.
He grabbed a ragged towel, gave himself a quick wipe, and opened the cryptocurrency trading app.
Catcoin was already trading at two yuan.
The forum was in an uproar.
Li Feng registered an account and posted: “Tonight, Catcoin will hit six yuan.”
As soon as his message appeared, people started replying like crazy.
As luck would have it, the last person to reply was that same “Hainan Wuyanzu.”
Since the man had paid a high price for his Bing Dwen Dwen keychain, Li Feng replied to him: “If you have spare cash, you can buy a few thousand yuan’s worth. Sell it two days from now.”
“Hainan Wuyanzu” quickly replied: “If I lose money, will you pay me back?”
Li Feng’s heart stirred. He replied to the post directly: “Sure. If you make a profit, give me 20 percent.”
“Hainan Wuyanzu”: “You said it. I’m buying 50,000 yuan’s worth. Don’t come crying if I lose!”
Li Feng replied, “You’ll thank me,” then took screenshots of their posts and sent them to “Hainan Wuyanzu” on WeChat.
A moment later, a message came back: “Holy shit! It’s you!”
Li Feng sent a picture of a panda-person with the caption “Here comes a handsome guy,” then replied: “If you’ve got the money, buy more.”
“Hainan Wuyanzu”: “Spending tens of thousands to have some fun is one thing, but if I put in more, I’m afraid you won’t honor your word.”
Li Feng didn’t reply.
It was getting dark, and he needed to make dinner and take it to his wife and children.
He searched the house. Aside from a sack of rice and a sack of flour, all he could find was a jar of pickled vegetables and a plate of dried radish.
Li Feng rolled up his sleeves, washed his hands, scooped flour onto the cutting board, added an appropriate amount of salt, then poured in water and kneaded the dough.
He had no money, so he couldn’t buy any vegetables. All he could make was hand-cut noodles.
In his previous life, he’d loved to eat and was a pretty good cook—otherwise, he wouldn’t have grown to weigh two hundred pounds.
Once the dough was kneaded, he rolled it out into a sheet and cut it into thin strips with a kitchen knife.
When the water in the pot came to a boil, he added the noodles. Once they were cooked, he scooped them out and rinsed them in cold water.
After washing the pot, he heated it over a high flame and added oil. Soon, the aroma of hot oil filled the little room.
Li Feng grabbed a handful of pickled vegetables and tossed them into the pot. The oil immediately sizzled, tossing the vegetables about.
When they looked about ready, Li Feng added the hand-cut noodles and stir-fried them quickly.
The noodles soon turned translucent.
Li Feng added an appropriate amount of salt, then transferred them to a large soup bowl.
There was no thermos at home, so he could only cover the bowl with another large bowl, put it in a plastic bag, and go find Lin Qingxue.
By now, Qingxue should be working her second job at the barbecue stall.
The stall was only one street away, and he got there quickly.
But the moment Aunt Wang saw him, she planted her hands on her hips. “You son of a bitch! Here again to ask Qingxue for money!”