Thinking about those "rejection letters", Xiao Yang felt that the possibility of the original owner of this body having an excellent IQ was too low. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

After thinking about it, it is said that the development and utilization rate of the human brain is less than 10%, could it be that he traveled to this body with his own memories, causing his already mature brain to be redeveloped, thus improving its memory function to a level far beyond that of normal humans?

It sounds a bit incredible, but for now, it's the only plausible explanation.

If this super memory can be maintained, then as described in the novel, copying a few golden songs, plagiarizing a few famous books, writing a few scripts, making a few movies, stealing chickens in the stock market, and swindling some shares from those future industry giants, it will not be far from coming true.

Well, no matter how plump the ideal is, it must start step by step from the skinny reality, or wipe the saliva from the corners of the mouth first, carefully plan how to make use of the realistic conditions, and earn the first pot of gold in life before considering those long-term plans.

I have conceived several ways to make money in my mind, and the simplest, most convenient and most effective is to make a profit through the stock market, so the question arises again, where does the start-up capital come from?

When he was looking through his diary just now, he found his wallet in the drawer, except for a Learner's-Permit (learning a driver's license, you can apply for it when you are over 16 years old, you can buy a car and get insurance with this license, if you want to drive on the road, you need an adult over 21 years old with a full driver's license to sit in the passenger seat), there is no bank card, let alone a checkbook, only a dozen small denomination notes, adding up to less than 100 dollars, it seems that this is his entire net worth.

Cash-strapped and not feasible to borrow money from someone else or find a bank loan, imagine who would lend money to a child under the age of 18 to buy stocks? If you're a math or economics genius, you're still a masturbation who's just been rejected by all the universities!

Financing from your own cheap dad? Don't be funny, let him know that your kid wants to use his hard-earned money to speculate, and the result is very likely to ask your old man to go to the hospital again.

Thinking about the fact that he couldn't find a source of funds, Xiao Yang couldn't help but regret a little, knowing that today, he should have memorized a few more Powerball lottery winning numbers and bought a few big lottos, and he could lie in the pile of banknotes and wait for death in this life.

As soon as he thought of eating, he felt his abdomen ringing like a drum, looked up at his watch, just now he was looking at the diary and planning for the future, he didn't notice that it had already passed the lunch time, and he was about to go to the kitchen to find something to eat, and when he went out, he saw a roast goose, two cages of shrimp dumplings and a cup of pork feet bitter gourd soup on the stone table in the small courtyard.

While eating, Xiao Yang didn't stop thinking, but he had just returned to this era, and the total number of people he knew was no more than 5, and his connections were extremely poor, and it was tantamount to a fantasy to raise a start-up capital in a short period of time, and working step by step and saving money was not something he could accept at the moment.

Fill your stomach, when you go to the sink to clean the dishes and chopsticks, you can see through the mirror that the hair that has not been taken care of for several days is stained with greasy and dry blood, and it is very ugly to stick to the scalp one by one, and the back of the head is bald and a large piece is even more unsightly, I remember that when I came, I saw a barber shop next to it, so he went to his small vault to get some change, went downstairs and said hello to Aunt Liu, and went to the next door to get a short "prison head", which is refreshing. But I don't know how the cheap dad who gave him the old-fashioned concept will react when he sees it.

Coming out of the barber shop, Xiao Yang saw that the time was still early, thinking that there was nothing to do left and right anyway, so he planned to take a stroll around the nearby streets, familiarize himself with the future living environment, and go all the way south, and saw a forest of shops on both sides of the street, from brand-name boutiques to cheap discounts, from vegetables and fruits, catering snacks to shoes, hats, glasses, gold and silver jewelry, and then to flower gifts, furniture and lighting, medicines and groceries.

Wandering to the ancient temple of Tin Hau that he had admired in his previous life, he raised his eyes and saw a signboard of Wong Tai Sin hanging on the wall of the alley next to him, which reads "Divination of auspiciousness and fierceness, respond to requests", Xiao Yang didn't believe in any ghosts and gods, but thinking that his experience of reincarnation and rebirth was too mysterious and weird, he was a little curious, turned to the back alley according to the signboard instructions, pushed open the creaky spring door and walked in.

Standing at the door and taking a look, Xiao Yang felt even more novel, there are many people who dare to come here to ask for divination, and not all of them are Chinese, there are blacks, whites, and two Indians with dark skin and white cloth on their heads.

He has just come to this era, and he is not used to thinking about things with the mentality of an "American". However, when I think about it, as the largest Christian country in the world, almost all Americans believe in theism, and even the presidential inauguration oath has to be called "Under-God" according to the Bible.

Sitting at the end of the bench outside, while waiting patiently, Xiao Yang looked at those "good men and women" with different skin colors, ages, and personalities with great interest, and watched them walk into the room one by one with hope, and one by one they came out with their eyebrows fluttering or their heads down, and couldn't help but be a little curious about the "disciple of Huang Tai Sin" inside.

After sitting for nearly an hour, it was Xiao Yang's turn to go in to "listen to the fairy news", and when he walked into the inner room with a curtain, he saw a middle-aged woman sitting behind a table of eight immortals, wearing a purple tuanhua cardigan, with white gauze bloomers and black cloth loafers, with a bun on her head, and a pair of brown sunglasses on the bridge of her nose.

Seeing that the "Great Immortal Disciple" waved his hand at him, Xiao Yang walked over and sat opposite her, took out a $1 bill, and pushed it down the table in front of the other party, the woman was not in a hurry to collect the money, just squinted at him, and asked lightly, "What do you want to ask?" ”

Xiao Yang thought for a while, "Let's ask about my studies." ”

After carefully examining his face, the woman shook her head again and again, saying that he was "a slight scholar of literature and music, and the master had a difficult study", and said that he "Yintang was black, and he was afraid of a bloody disaster in the near future", and if he wanted to turn evil into good fortune, he had to pay another 10 yuan.