"Real estate and the internet, along with electronics manufacturing, have no direct connection!"
"But for me, real estate is the top priority target!"
"Because I'm really short on money right now!"
Qin Chuan clearly explained the relationship between the three.
"Only after making my first fortune in real estate can I invest in the internet and electronics manufacturing."
"Do you understand the internet too?"
Yang Zimo couldn't hide her shock. As far as she knew, very few people in rural areas at that time had access to the internet, and many hadn't even heard of it.
Where did Qin Chuan get so much knowledge?
"I wouldn't say I understand it thoroughly, but I can predict that in the next one or two decades, the internet will absolutely be the most booming industry, even more explosive than real estate!"
Qin Chuan deliberately lowered his voice to make it sound deeper and more powerful, constantly adding to his own aura.
There was no other way, when it was time to show off, he had to, otherwise, how could he win the goddess's heart?
"If houses only solve the problem of people's accommodation, then the future of the internet can change people's lifestyles."
"I even want to say that in less than twenty years, people's future lifestyles can be easily solved by the internet!"
"If you want to eat, just tap your fingers and someone will deliver it; if you want to travel, tap your fingers and you can book flights and train tickets; if you want to shop, you just need to tap your fingers; even for work, you can remotely control it from thousands of miles away. Do you... believe it?"
Yang Zimo was dumbfounded and didn't know how to answer.
Even though she considered herself intelligent, Qin Chuan's words tonight had struck her with the force of a category twelve hurricane.
"You... how do you have so much strange knowledge in your head? Where did you learn all this knowledge?"
Finally, Yang Zimo forcefully suppressed her shock and asked the question that concerned her the most.
"I watch TV!"
Qin Chuan answered without hesitation, "I usually like to watch Xinwen Lianbo, as well as some science and technology channels. This knowledge is just me thinking randomly!"
Yang Zimo: "..."
"Alright, it's getting late, I should go home too. Goodnight!"
All the necessary show-off was done, Qin Chuan wisely chose to leave.
Yang Zimo was left alone, her mind in turmoil, unable to calm down for a long time.
Suddenly, as if she thought of something, she quickly ran into the house, turned on the TV, and kept changing channels, but after searching back and forth, she only found two programs.
One was CCTV1, and the other was the local station. Other than that, she couldn't find any other TV stations.
"Bastard, what technology channel? Liar!!"
Yang Zimo realized she had been deceived and couldn't help but curse softly.
In this era, rural households received TV signals with homemade, rudimentary antennas. Things like satellite dishes or satellite signals were nonexistent.
This resulted in a very limited number of TV stations that households could receive, apart from CCTV1, it was just the local station.
There was no such thing as a damn technology channel!
"But where did that guy get so much strange knowledge from?"
After calming down, Yang Zimo became troubled again, a hint of dejection on her small face.
Although she didn't quite believe everything Qin Chuan had said before, after careful consideration, she couldn't completely dismiss it; it somehow made a little sense.
That night, Yang Zimo slept restlessly; she had insomnia!
In stark contrast, someone else slept very soundly, even with sweet, reminiscing smiles in his dreams.
The next morning, after breakfast, just as Qin Chuan was about to head to the village chief's new house, two uninvited guests arrived at his home, carrying a carton of cigarettes and a bottle of wine.
"Uncle Qiheng, Ren Tao, what's this..."
Qin Chuan looked at the father and son in surprise. Qin Yang and Qin Gang, who were tidying up the wild game from yesterday in the yard, also stopped their work and looked confused.
The visitors were Ren Qiheng and his son Ren Tao. They were from the same village and lived not far from the Old Qin family.
"Qin Chuan, Uncle is here to ask you for a favor!"
Ren Qiheng said.
Qin Chuan quickly stepped forward and warmly invited them in, pouring tea as he said, "Uncle, you're being too polite. We're all from the same village. Ren Tao and I have been friends since we were kids. Just tell me what you need, no need for gifts!"
"That's right, Uncle, you're being too distant!"
Qin Gang, who had followed them in, chimed in, and at the same time, he took out cigarettes and offered them to the father and son.
After a swirl of smoke, Ren Qiheng finally stated his purpose.
"Little Chuan, I saw the new house you renovated for the village chief. It looks very good. It's like this, my Taozi recently got engaged, and the wedding is planned for the next few days."
As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Chuan and his two brothers immediately congratulated Ren Tao. This was definitely a joyous occasion.
"Hehe!!"
Hearing the congratulations, Ren Tao just kept smiling foolishly, clearly very happy.
"So, a few days ago, I saw the new house you renovated for the village chief, and it's very beautiful. My family is thinking of having our son's new home done in the same way."
Ren Qiheng continued.
"After all, Uncle has only this one precious son in his life. Even if life is a bit harder and more tiring, we absolutely cannot shortchange our son and his future daughter-in-law!"
Qin Chuan and his two brothers finally understood the intention of Ren Qiheng and his son; they had come to offer business.
Unconsciously, Qin Yang and Qin Gang both glanced at Qin Chuan, waiting for him to make the final decision.
"Uncle, I understand what you mean. Renovating a new house is not a problem. The renovation of the village chief's house is also nearing completion, and we don't have much to do lately, so of course, it's no problem," Qin Chuan said slowly. "But as far as I know, your new house hasn't been built yet, has it?"
"Yes, it hasn't started being built yet!"
Hearing this question, Ren Tao quickly interjected, "My father is just anxious and wants to book you in advance! To avoid any mistakes!"
"The new house will be built soon. I'm planning to find workers these days!" Ren Qiheng explained.
Qin Chuan's eyes darted rapidly, and he asked again, "Uncle, may I be so bold as to ask what style you plan to build your new house in?"
"What style?"
Ren Qiheng and his son's minds didn't turn quickly, and they looked confused.
"I mean, will the new house be exactly the same as the village chief's rammed earth and stone house, or do you have other plans?"
"Other plans? No, no!"
As Qin Chuan finished speaking, Ren Qiheng quickly waved his hand, "In our area, what other plans can there be for building a new house? It's always the same, a rammed earth and stone house!"
"It's sturdy and durable!"
Qin Chuan felt his opportunity had arrived and seized the moment to say, "Uncle, your thinking is outdated. Rammed earth and stone houses are no longer popular. Many advanced new rural areas have already started popularizing brick and tile houses!"
"It's the big houses in the county town made entirely of bricks and cement, with white, bright ceramic tiles pasted on the outside. They look so beautiful, grand, and upscale!"
"I think your family could consider a brick and tile house!"