In the early spring afternoon, the sun shines comfortably on the beach, and men and women don't want to do anything but lie on the beach and sleep beautifully.

A BMW came speeding up on the road by the beach, and it stopped with a spin. Four young men and women got out of the car and walked to the beach.

seems to be so absent-minded, in the face of such a beautiful day, one of the young men is frowning.

"Mike, what are you thinking?" The curly-haired young man took advantage of the girls' change of clothes and hurriedly reminded his friend, "I finally made an appointment with these two girls, where are you uncomfortable, so unenergetic." ”

"Oh, I'm thinking about something. The big boy named Mike smiled brightly, "Leave me alone, play by yourself." ”

The curly-haired boy looked at Mike suspiciously: "I really don't know what you want to do, I don't have time to accompany you." He quickly took off his coat and ran to the beach, "Baby, I'm coming!"

Mike smiled at the dude's back, leaned against the car door, lit a cigarette, and began to daze again.

Mike just started college this year, and he still misses the colorful high school life a little. This college is not good, who made him play a little bit in high school?

The new classmates in the university seem to be all the way with him, and the family background is quite solid, and it seems that this kind of college life of eating, drinking and having fun is what everyone dreams of.

It's just that Mike is different from them, and his tuition and entertainment expenses are almost all earned by himself. Mike has been so business-minded since he was a child, and as early as the age of 12, he made a small amount of money by buying and selling stamps.

Men become bad as soon as they have money, and Mike is no exception, he can't look down on the little pocket money at home, and the things he wants to buy are so expensive, such as computers, so he can only rely on himself to figure it out.

Mike was particularly fond of stamp collecting, and at a time when stamp trading was all the rage, retail investors like Mike didn't make much money.

He had an idea, changed his mind, and instead of reselling, he helped those wealthy philatelic fans thread the needle.

Mike himself took up a job at the Houston Post to solicit subscribers, and thinking that newlyweds were the most promising subscribers, he hired a friend to collect the names and addresses of the newlyweds who had just received their marriage certificates, and then he sent a greeting letter to each newlyweds and offered two weeks of free newspapers, which was a great success.

This incident almost caused a sensation, and Mike is also famous among high school students in Texas, who doesn't know the post man Mike.

Mike has a good business, and he made more than 10,000 dollars in one summer, and this BMW car under his ass is the trophy at that time.

Not many people have Mike's business means and vision, so Mike's business talent can be said to be outstanding.

With a wide amount of money and a lot of fun, Mike's grades are declining, and he has no choice but to enter such a pheasant university. However, the arrogant Mike didn't care, he didn't want to do this, and the success of several business operations made him know the marrow and plan the next step.

Mike knew he wasn't a technical genius, so he could just keep an eye on the market and see what was on sale.

He really found such an opportunity, and that was a PC.

Mike is also a new youth, and he plays whatever is popular in society, which is not what is talked about in this year's young people's circle - IBM-PC.

Mike also played with the computer, but it was a second-hand Apple second-generation, and now he took it out to make people laugh, so he left it at home a long time ago.

PC just came out of the mike bought one.,He was hooked on this novel little thing.,Although the technology is very bad.,Can only be regarded as a pseudo-master.,But this kid can blow.,What indicators or whatever's the head is the way.,Occasionally you can deal with it with a machine or something.。

At that time, being able to assemble your own machines was a symbol of mastery, although IBM itself was one of the largest builders, but at that time the market was not popular for DIY.

The general process in a computer store is as follows:

"Here you are, what do you want? ”

"PC!"

"It's all here, choose a host. "The host is like a cabbage, the yards are neatly rowed, and they are all the same.

“...... That's it, it looks sturdy. ”

"Okay, let's pick another monitor. "There are only two or three brands of displays, and everything else is the same except for the logo.

“...... Take it all. ”

After the thing is selected, it is a test, that is, plug in the power to see if it can be lit, and if it is on, it is OK, pay for it, the whole set of 4500 US dollars.

“...... It's so expensive!"

At that time, it was still a seller's market, and there was no choice for customers. Mike hated this, and his business philosophy has always been to choose freely, and he can be cheaper if he can.

Except for the rich family who can directly go to the store to move an original IBM-PC back to play, the other guys are still very nerve-wracking for such a large investment.

Mike was also racking his brain to investigate the entire process of manufacturing and selling this thing, to see if there was any place to drill it.

The emperor paid off, Mike figured out the model of these merchants, and now there is only one manufacturer in the market, that is, IBM.

IBM has deep pockets and is so dismissive of these dealers that they must buy a certain number of machines every month or they will not be delivered.

It's just that IBM's sales targets are often beyond the capacity of these sellers, and a large number of machines are squeezed into warehouses every month, and larger dealers are easy to manage, while smaller stores are miserable.

Mike felt like he had found a breakthrough, and it was a backdoor for his actions. It's just that reselling PCs is very profitable.,No money.,It's not like Mike is worried about this.,Even play girls...... No, the mood for love is gone.

After thinking hard for an afternoon, the cigarette butts were thrown on the ground, and seeing the curly-haired classmate in estrus there, Mike made up his mind painfully: starve the faint-hearted, support the bold, the opportunity in front of him is obvious, and it must not be wasted.

"Mike, why don't you go to the sea?" Curly walked over excitedly with the girl in his arms and said to Nunu on the beach, "Your opportunity was robbed by others." ”

Mike's face was full of confidence: "How can my opportunity be robbed by others, let's go back." ”

Curly looked stunned: "Go back, what are you doing back, we just had fun." ”

"Don't talk nonsense, do you want to get rich? If you want to get rich, listen to me. ”

The power of money is endless, and Mike and Curly Fur went back to the dorm that night, and the two of them spent the night together.

"What, you're going to sell cars!" Curly felt unthinkable, "Do you need so much money?"

Mike was still there calculating, and sighed: "Hey, if you don't sell it, it's not enough, my savings over the years are still not enough, at least 50,000 dollars." ”

Curly felt a chill in his heart: "You're crazy with so much money, what if you fail?"

Mike had never thought about this, he didn't have an 80% chance of success, and besides, Mike felt an impulse in his heart, like a godsend intuition, that made him think that the plan was perfect.

"It's not going to fail, I've done market research, and there's a lot to be done here. Mike said categorically, "You don't have to pay, I'll just hire you to do the promotion." ”

"May God bless you!" Curly relieved himself, as long as he didn't let himself pay, this guy was a madman.

As soon as he said it, Mike sold the BMW the next day, and together with his entire net worth, he scraped together $50,000 and collected a batch of inventory from the computer dealers at the end of the month.

Mike was agitated and cheered up, fighting a long battle with the dealers, trying to convince them to give him the PC bag that could not be sold every month at the purchase price.

Originally, Mike expected a lot of resistance, and rehearsed several different plans in advance, but who knows that none of them would be used. Those dealers seem to be in a hurry than him, and they can't wait to deal with these inventories, and it is best for someone to use the purchase price to collect them.

Mike was overjoyed, effortlessly received ten brand new machines, and made an agreement with the dealer that he would also buy the future machines.

The dealers all laughed at his stupid B, thinking that this kid was another dreamer, and didn't take it seriously at all.

Mike dragged the machines to his and Curly's dorm room, and disemboweled them as soon as he took off his clothes. The task of curly hair is to plug in some of the various cards that have been bought, and add hard disks to add hard disks.

Mike's idea is to transform these low-end IBM machines into high-end goods with hard drives and other functional cards, and make the difference.

Just like the early microcomputer market in China, the difference in price earned by these second-tier dealers is also a huge profit. The price of IBM's wholesale machines is less than $3,000, and those dealers put up $4,500 on it, and so many people snapped up it.

Mike buys at the purchase price, plus some hard drives and feature cards, advertises in newspapers at less than 15% of the price of high-end PCs, lets those who need it mail order, and also offers a variety of modification services, specializing in custom-made machines for all walks of life.

After the ad was sent, Mike was penniless, and if no one came to him, he would be bankrupt, so he was nervous and kept praying for God to open his eyes.

Luck always comes with courage, and the ads quickly paid off, and a week later, the first email orders arrived, and Mike opened them and read them three times, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the plan had been done.

The people who ordered the order included doctors, salesmen, lawyers, students, etc., and most of them made some strange requests. Mike was not surprised, faithfully satisfied the requirements of these guys, and did business steadfastly.

In the first month, Mike's leather bag company had a turnover of more than $50,000 and a profit of $10,000, and it was finally self-sufficient. Three months later, Mike recouped all of his investment and started making a net profit.

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Brethren have worked hard!