"You have submitted some information and data on the mortal and dirty folk god [Town House Cat]. The National Folk God Research Center thanks you for your contribution to the collection of the large database and will provide you with a cash reward."
"Your bank account has been credited: 30 yuan."
Tsk, Zhou Bashi looked at the newly received text messages on his phone and licked his teeth. The data he submitted was quite detailed. He clearly recorded everything from his height and weight to the amount of food and bowel movements he had every day.
Cat owners don’t have any privacy at all. A short research article of 10,000 words only earned 30 yuan, which is not as valuable as the article written by Qiu Miao, the owner of Up.com.
It's right to think about it, the scientific research department is really not as good as the business department in terms of money, so Zhou Baqi shouldn't have high expectations.
Of course, there are multiple ways to make money with multiple part-time jobs, and a thirty-fifty-yuan mosquito leg is also meat. Zhou Bachu doesn’t mind doing some research papers and selling them to scientific research institutes to earn pocket money. What’s more,
This is not the only company that can harvest wool.
During the past ten days or so in Zhou Baqiu, I spent my spare time in the dojo and saw many "buyers".
In addition to the scientific research institute, there are also newspaper reporters who need materials to write articles, live broadcast Internet celebrities who need topics, and investors and intermediaries like Ran Qiuran who need player information. Zhou Baqi discovered the business opportunity, and it was all money.
His expert eye is too advantageous in this regard.
In this way, Zhou Ba can eat a lot of fish, and a piece of information can be sold to more than a dozen stores in addition to being handed over to the scientific research institute. In the past half month, a small amount of 20,000 yuan has been recorded in the account.
After this month's hard work, Zhou Baxi's current bank account deposit has risen to: 56,491.00 yuan
Tsk, although I don’t know what use it is for a college student who is trying to fish, but according to Zhou Baqu’s ordinary people’s mentality, just looking at the deposit will make him feel at ease.
However, this money can only be earned quickly in the first half of the month. Zhou Bachu got an early bonus by relying on his expert knowledge, but he will soon lose it later. One is that the current number of temple owners and lay gods in Bincheng Dojo is limited, and the total is only that
Lots of information to sell.
What’s more, there are those who choke.
Zhou Baqi has seen these days that there are several more information dealers in the dojo who are selling information like him. Some of them are capable and have the ability to discern skills. There is nothing to say about this. Everyone depends on their ability, and some are
I just don't want to lose my face and engage in piracy and become a second-rate dealer.
Zhou Bachu has also obtained the information they sell from some of their people and has seen it. Isn’t this just a few copies of the research paper he wrote intact and sold? Even if you translate it into Chinese? Even if you change it?
He really didn't even change a single word, the paper had a 100% plagiarism check rate, and he even said it was the information he collected through his own investigation, which is shameless.
Zhou Bashi was speechless, but he also knew that the market was like this. He could just make quick money and get away contentedly. Moreover, he also bumped into a familiar face here.
Zhou Baqu actually didn't want to bump into him. When he saw the other person, he turned around and wanted to walk over. However, the other person also saw him and rushed over to hug him tightly with a look of joy on his face.
"Hey, uncle, what are you doing?"
The ghost is still lingering, Zhou Ba wax looked at Ran Zhicheng who came to visit relatives, and thought to himself that he could meet you no matter where he went.
Zhou Ba Wa: "Avoid, avoid, it's bad luck."
Ran Zhicheng couldn't take off the plaster: "No, no, no, uncle, we haven't seen each other for a while, it's hot, please treat me to a drink and a meal."
Zhou Baqu: "If you keep yelling, call the city management to come and knock your stall down."
Ran Zhicheng covered his purse: "No, if you have something to say, don't be impatient. It's hard for me to find a serious businessman, so I have to let others learn from me, right?"
"Oh, you learn well? Stop gambling?"
"Gambling? Gambling is not good. Uncle, let me tell you, we were deceived by them before, but now we have long recognized the true colors of those grandsons and will no longer fall for that deception."
Ran Zhicheng was full of positive energy, and what he said was good.
But when Zhou Bachu saw that his face was full of food that had long-term irritation to his stomach, he knew that he couldn't keep up with his words. He was now very addicted to gambling, and he was so greedy after not gambling for so long, but because of the gambling addiction, he
It took effect, causing him to have diarrhea whenever he wanted to gamble and was tortured to the point where he couldn't gamble, so now this old gambler is in a lot of torture.
But what does this have to do with Zhou Ba Wa? This was all done by Ran Zhicheng himself. Now he is just paying back the price of his previous indulgence under the supervision of Jie Gambling Gu.
"Okay, okay, go on, don't bother me."
Zhou Bashi chased people away and was too lazy to have anything to do with him, but Ran Zhicheng was so shameless that he came over to open the contents of the bag and showed it to Zhou Bazhu. He, an unemployed vagrant, did all kinds of idle work all day long in order to make money, carrying a bag everywhere.
Selling pirated audio and video discs.
Zhou Baqu said to him, he was quite reasonable and said that this was in response to the country's street stall economy, but it was really pointless.
"Uncle, look at this, my new business recently."
Ran Zhicheng saw that Zhou Bashi was not interested in the yellow plate, so he took out a stack of photocopied documents. Zhou Bashi took a look, good guy, you also sold the secular information? After a closer look, damn, it's still wrong.
My own hand, those little essays I wrote.
"What business is the hottest this year and what can make a lot of money? God, look at this dojo built by the government. It costs so much money for all ages. What is it called? Feng... Feng is so weird, people are going crazy!"
Ran Zhicheng is simply uneducated and wants to deceive people. No wonder he only has the ability to gamble excessively every day, and he talks like Zhou Baqu.
"Look at the information I have, it is very precious. I will sell it to you at the price of friends and family, and I will suffer a small loss. How about selling it to you for 2,000 yuan a piece? No need to thank me, I am your father-in-law."
Zhou Ba was speechless. You said this is magic or not? He pirated his own information and sold it to himself, and it was more expensive than what he sold. Now people really just want to make money and go crazy. He showed his original manuscript.
Said: "Look what this is."
Ran Zhicheng was shocked and said: "Hey! This is some shameless person who stole my goods! You were fooled when you bought his goods!"
Hiss, Zhou Ba Wa hit Ran Zhicheng on the back of the head.
He really couldn't stand this idiot any more. He was so focused on just popping the ball and wasting carbohydrates.
The old man is confused, who among us is the father-in-law? What are you doing?
Zhou Ba wax: "This is what I wrote."
Ran Zhicheng: "..."
Ran Zhicheng: "Then what, my uncle, you authorize me, and I will ask them for the copyright fees for you. If the money comes, we will split it half and half. If I am beaten and hospitalized, you can sign up for medical treatment for me."
fee."
Zhou Baqu: "Then don't bother with that. I'll hospitalize you directly now. Do you want to stay for ten days or half a year? You can also have it cremated in a small box."
"Hey, hey, this is not a joke."
Ran Zhicheng winced. He definitely didn't believe what others said, but he was really a little scared of this young man.
The two of them were chatting until noon. Zhou Ba Wa found a small fly house at the entrance of the dojo to eat. Ran Zhicheng followed him all the way. Looking at Zhou Ba Wa, he asked him if it smelled good. Zhou Ba Wa said in his heart that it was annoying, so he had to give it to him.
He paid ten yuan for a bowl of noodles.
After finishing the meal, Ran Zhicheng was sitting there smashing the bar and savoring the taste of the bowl of noodles. Zhou Baqu looked at him, with the small pupils in his eyes zooming in, and asked:
"What's going on with your Zhou Zhou talent?"
In the expert's field of vision, Ran Zhicheng's talent for catching Zhou was revealed in Zhou Baba's eyes, and there was something strange and wrong.