Yang Luo didn't go to school in the afternoon, and went to an Internet café to surf the Internet all afternoon.

Even though the current online games are inevitably a little inferior from the perspective of the previous life, Yang Luo still plays with relish.

It's not the game itself that matters, it's the joy of playing the game with your friends.

When I got home, it was already evening, and the smell of food was coming from every house.

Yang Luo secretly hoped that his father did not come home, took out the key and gently opened the door, tiptoed into the door, and minimized his breathing and heartbeat.

But Murphy's Law tells people that the more they don't want something to happen, the more likely it is to happen.

Daddy Yang Yongan was sitting on the sofa, waiting for the news broadcast to start as usual. Yu Qingxia was busy in the kitchen, and the sound of pots and pans was ping-pong.

Yang Luo wanted to quietly walk into the room, but he saw Daddy's eyes.

I could only sit down on the sofa obediently.

"What are you doing today?" Yang Yongan's first sentence broke Yang Luo's defense.

Damn, if he asks for leave, Zhang Yujun will sue.

Yang Luo hurriedly sat behind his father and helped him pinch his shoulder.

"I'm going to go online."

Yang Luo's years of experience in dealing with his father told him that leniency in confession and strictness in resistance also apply here.

Yang Yongan was silent.

The father and son watched the news broadcast so seriously, and it wasn't until Yu Qingxia asked the two to eat that Yang Yongan opened his mouth.

"Don't do that again."

Yang Luo was stunned, thinking that his father would be furious, after all, he has always been a somewhat old-fashioned person.

"Hmm"

……

Eleven o'clock in the evening.

After washing, Yang Luo, who was lying on the bed, turned his bag over and over again and looked for it three times.

In the end, it was confirmed that he only had 212 yuan left.

The two red bills were counted repeatedly in his hand until they were about to be pulped.

The money I worked so hard to save last semester and holidays has been squandered in the past few days, and if I don't have any income, I will become a poor egg.

Dad will only give himself living expenses, just enough to eat at school.

But as a reborn, or a reborn with a plug-in, how can he be so unpursued?

Psychology has a famous Maslow's theory of needs, which states that people need motivation to fulfill certain needs, and some needs take precedence over others.

Physiological needs: food, water, air, sleep, sexual needs, etc. They are the most important and powerful in human needs.

Security needs: People need to be stable, safe, protected, orderly, free from fear and anxiety, etc.

The need for belonging and love: A person asks for an emotional connection or relationship with other people. Social needs apps

Respect needs: self-esteem and the desire to be respected by others.

The need for self-actualization: People seek to realize their abilities or potentials and perfect them.

People live in this world, and all actions are for these needs.

Yang Luo can't be shameless like Jack Ma and say that he doesn't love money.

The basis for achieving any of the above needs is money, without which it is impossible to survive in modern society.

When he was just reborn, he didn't take this matter to heart, but he didn't expect that when the money ran out, he realized that even with the memory of his previous life, it would take time to make money.

I watched football relatively little and could only remember the scores of a few key games.

It seems a bit difficult to make money quickly.

It's still necessary to think about long-term ways to make money.

Of course, Moutai wants to be tun, and bitcoin can also be bought, but these have to wait until they complete the original accumulation of capital.

Yang Luo was a little excited, jumped off the bed, picked up the notebook at the table and began to record.

Let's look at the game industry first, the League of Legends S2 World Championship ended a few months ago, and this nascent game can't challenge CF's position as the king in the Chinese market. However, this game will completely change the Chinese game market in the next decade.

Yang Luo plans to open a studio in the early stage, participate in Internet café competitions, and finally form a professional league team, he can easily find those talented players, monopolize all the world champions, and eat the biggest cake in the market.

The traditional sports industry has been on a downward trend, but in the future, it will still be possible for a whole European football club to play around.

In the e-commerce industry, which is on the rise, the only one that can compete with Jingxi and Xiaotao has not yet come out. Yang Luo is not in the mood to engage in such a large company, for him, it is enough to only complete the most basic accumulation. It's still very good to open a small Tao shop, specializing in selling products that will become popular in the future.

JK, blind boxes, jerseys, AJ, Hanfu, these items that will be hyped up at sky-high prices in the future will be popular in advance under their own marketing.

The water in the entertainment industry is too deep, and Yang Luo does not plan to set foot in it, especially TV dramas, which have long been dominated by major capitals. However, in the future, China's film market will form a big cake, and in a few years, there will be several 30-5 billion works in the Chinese film market.

As for the real estate industry, although it is still in full swing, it will gradually weaken in the future, as for demolition...... Yang Luo didn't plan to rob it with others.

After writing a full page of plans, Yang Luo's hands were sore.

Propped up on the table again, and thought about it carefully.

There doesn't seem to be any other industry to make money anymore.

When Yang Luo was pulling his hair in a daze, a message came from his mobile phone.

It was sent by Shu Xia.

Yang Luo was also quite surprised.

"Cao Zhengqiu has been released."

"Oh, so what do you do next?"

"My brother and Lin Rongwei have been in contact." Shu Xia was very slow to reply to the message, making Yang Luo wait in a hurry.

"Also, Lin Rongwei should be the most anxious person now." Yang Luo thought that Lin Rongwei would come to him, after all, he had nothing to do with this matter.

"That's all I can say to you."

Yang Luo was helpless, he knew that he had not yet gained Shu Xia's trust, and there was no way for her to cooperate with him, after all, she was from the ninth middle school, and she was not familiar with the affairs of the twelfth middle school.

Yang Luo didn't reply to her messages anymore, threw his phone aside, and wanted to go to the balcony to blow the wind.

The autumn night breeze is very cool, and it is so comfortable to squint on your body.

I want to smoke again......

I really want to give myself a big mouth.

However, if you don't smoke, I don't smoke, who will repair the country's aircraft carrier.

Yang Luo, who usually likes to control himself more emotionally, still walked cautiously to the kitchen.

There is only one cigarette left, Yang Luo doesn't dare to take it, Yang Yongan has been engaged in financial work all his life, and he must be so strict with numbers that he will definitely be discovered.

Forget it, go down and buy a pack.

Yang Luo walked to the balcony, saw that there was no one below, jumped to the ground.

It was quite convenient not to have to take the stairs.

When Yang Luo was stinky about himself, he turned his head,

saw Song Linxue's stunned face.

"Yang Luo, how are you ...... Jumped off the stairs? ”

Song Linxue was greatly stimulated, she and Yang Luo lived next door, both on the fifth floor, and Song Linxue knew very well the consequences of jumping from there.

Yang Luo's cold sweat also came out at once, and he finally pretended to be forced once, and was discovered......

The rational brain quickly went online, and Yang Luo organized the language: "No, I jumped from the second floor." I feel extra energetic today. Ha ha. ”

Song Linxue said suspiciously: "Really? Yang Luo, don't think about it. ”

Seeing that Song Linxue still believed in herself, Yang Luo breathed a sigh of relief: "Really, I'm going to jump from the fifth floor, won't I fall into tofu scum." ”

Song Linxue looked up: "Maybe I was wrong." ”

"What are you doing out so late?" Yang Luo hurriedly changed the topic.

"I went to buy mosquito coils, but I didn't have them at home."

Song Linxue showed her the little red envelopes that were bitten out on the two white lotus-like arms.

"Let's go, I'll go shopping too."

"Hmm."

Under the dim street lamp, the moonlight is sprinkled everywhere.

The innocent girl walks side by side with the bad boy.

What was thrown away was the regret of the past