Jiang Yan and the second brother helped the elderly professors move all their welfare goods to their doorsteps, and afterwards, under the irresistible enthusiastic invitations, they returned home with an armful of fruit.
"Bro, you rest for a while, I'll go carry up the computers we collected today."
Jiang Yan took off his soaking wet T-shirt, his upper body bare, and said to him, "No rush, eat some watermelon before carrying."
"I'll eat after I finish moving; this bit of work is nothing."
For the second brother, carrying rice really was nothing, as he was used to striding around with a computer on his shoulder on a regular basis.
While the second brother was downstairs, Jiang Yan was deep in thought by himself, this way of making money was no good, it was too slow.
What method then, to make money quickly?
Stock trading?
But he had forgotten which stocks had performed well over the past few years.
Selling songs?