Deep Space Fleet

Xu Jie and Wang Junpeng racked their brains, carefully thinking about ways to make money.

Most of the people in this society are young people who don't care for idlers. Even if they starve to death on the street, they will only be cast aside for nothing, and no one will sympathize with them.

"...After traveling through 20 light-years, it would be too outrageous to starve to death! It's simply inferior to a scum..."

The best way now is to go to work in a large state-owned enterprise, where the salary is high and the benefits are good.

However, the skills of the two of them are really bad. After playing for a few years, they have almost forgotten their professional knowledge.

Even if there are vacancies, companies don't necessarily want them. The people recruited are not for retirement, but for real work. Without sufficient knowledge, it will only hinder the progress.

The second choice is to go to university for further study!

The two universities, Deep Space University and Star University, have restarted the enrollment plan for master's and doctoral students, and are responsible for cultivating more high-end talents.

When studying, there will be a lot of social practice opportunities, and there will also be a certain living allowance. Anyway, it is impossible to starve to death.

But, re-study also needs an exam, and it is impossible for the two of them to pass the exam.

"If you don't read, what kind of books do you still read after playing for so many years? Are you bored!" Xu Jie murmured.

"Then there is only one last option, to start a business on your own!"

"Entrepreneurship? Create what?"

Newspapers, games, social networks, comics, movies and the like, they all have professional teams. There are even thousands of years of heritage on the earth, so many years of accumulated video games, comics, movies, novels, all kinds of messy entertainment, enough for a person to play games and watch movies for ten lifetimes!

Even if the two of them know some programming, they are only at the cannon fodder level, and it is even less likely that they will make a game that is better than that on Earth.

"No, under such circumstances, it is impossible to compete with others." Wang Junpeng pondered for a long time, then sighed.

"Either do finance, Bitcoin?" Xu Jie suddenly thought, "How about a computer to issue currency?"

"Send you a big-headed ghost, is this thing useful? If you are full, who will hype this thing... and it will cost electricity..."

Just when the two of them were frowning, suddenly, the big screen in the square lit up and started broadcasting today's news broadcast. At this time, the central square in District A will be crowded with people, and everyone will watch the news broadcast together.

Citizens of the new civilization still have a relatively high sense of social participation, and the information flow is updated relatively quickly. If you don't read the news, you don't know what changes have taken place in the whole society.

A good-looking hostess is reading today's content on the screen: the first news is that the first commercial bank was formally established to promote economic growth, especially in terms of entrepreneurial loans. The interest is almost 0. Of course, it is limited to starting a business.

There is already a large-scale social project "Gene Matching", which has received a large loan and started formal operation.

The second piece of news is that the spacecraft is about to reach its final destination, and the first phase of geological survey is about to start!

When the news was heard, cheers erupted in the playground.

Xu Jie and Wang Junpeng were even more frowning. Some people got loans and started their businesses, while others were going to work on the surface with pride. What should they do?

Not working yet!

Satellite 1 is an earth-like planet, which is slightly smaller than Mercury and slightly larger than the moon. Its surface has a certain magnetic field, that is to say, the core inside has not been completely cooled, and there is a certain probability of geological disasters.

Of course, based on the current observation results, the probability of a global volcano erupting is very low.

"...Dear audience friends, the main goal of this scientific research experiment is to choose a place with as many mineral resources as possible, less geological disasters, and close enough to the space elevator as the main development base... our scientists The artificial satellite has been launched, and I would like to invite Professor Xie, a geologist from the Deep Space University, to give us an introduction..."

After the news broadcast was over, everyone in the surrounding area became excited, talking wildly about how to develop the first stage of industry, how to make iron, burn glass, and so on.

Some people also said that it is definitely impossible to make chips directly, there must be a gradual climbing process in the middle, and it is impossible to succeed. Even with an advanced lithography machine, it won't work.

Some people even said that at present, the main force will not be invested in making high-end chips. The population is too small, so we can only give priority to the development of more important survival industries...

All kinds of bragging and farting made them look like experts in the research institute.

However, after listening to these conversations, Wang Junpeng suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind, capturing a kind of inspiration from somewhere. This kind of inspiration is mysterious and mysterious, like a bolt of lightning piercing through the meninges!

make money!

Ways to make money!

Wang Junpeng jumped up from the stool, and said with a rosy face: "The new civilization does not lack technology at present, what is lacking is experience, time and population."

"It is impossible for us to get up in every industry in a short period of time."

"Yeah, what's the matter, everyone knows that the heritage of the earth's civilization can last us a long time."

Xu Jie said unhappily: "The first thing to solve must be medical care, ecological environment, food and other survival issues. According to the government's plan, let us use the best biotechnology to improve life expectancy. Although it is a bit uncomfortable, I also think it is better than developing mobile phones. Manufacturing is important...who doesn’t want to live three hundred years.”

Wang Junpeng didn't seem to hear what he was talking about, he chatted on his own, and even couldn't help lowering his voice: "Everyone is talking about chips, chips, even if we know how chips are made, if we want to develop to the cutting-edge, we still have to It is too complicated, requires a lot of manpower and material resources, and the industrial chain is too long."

"Look!" Wang Junpeng took out his mobile phone, "This is a smart phone produced on the earth. After three thousand years of suffering, most of them can no longer be used."

This mobile phone was the very popular "Huawei 888" space phone at that time, which was specially designed by Huawei for life in space. Some of them have shrunk in performance, but in exchange for very high stability, they can even be strong enough to smash walnuts.

But after a trip to the stars, it was completely damaged. According to Wang Junpeng's research, the battery is broken, but the core CPU is not damaged and can barely be used.

He turned on another mobile phone with a black and white screen, similar to PHS, a product produced by New Civilization, with only the most basic communication functions, sending text messages, making phone calls, and logging in to personal mailboxes, and no other functions.

In terms of quality, the consumer electronics currently produced are far inferior to those brought over from the earth.

"And in the next ten, twenty, or thirty years, it may not necessarily catch up. At present, the pursuit is usability, the pursuit of the most basic needs, rather than the pursuit of perfection."

"Is it possible...to use waste? Haha, definitely!"

His voice was getting louder and louder, but he deliberately suppressed it so that no one around him could hear him.

The rapid secretion of adrenaline made the whole person's complexion look like a red balloon, which could explode when poked with a needle.

Xu Jie looked at him in surprise: "Brother, waste utilization? You don't want to pick up scrapped industrial waste, do you? I don't want to collect broken copper and rotten iron! And we can't deal with the garbage we pick up... We don't have any There is no equipment for this kind of technology!"

"What kind of rubbish are you picking up?!" Wang Junpeng smiled mysteriously: "I'm talking about recycling old mobile phones! Waste utilization, do you understand... We can't make a mobile phone, can't we assemble a mobile phone?"

Xu Jie was startled, his mouth was open for a long time and he didn't close it. Immediately after he realized it, he also became ecstatic in his heart.

Yes, this plan...works!

Soon, Wang Junpeng and Xu Jie reported their business plan to the bank, and wanted to use their personal credit to borrow a sum of money.

The newly opened bank works very efficiently. Just reporting in the morning, the money has already been remitted to the account in the afternoon.

Immediately, the two started their career as waste kings of "recycling old mobile phones" and "trading old for new".

This kind of work is actually very simple. After all three damaged mobile phones are disassembled, and the effective parts are reassembled, maybe two good ones can be assembled. Can't this make money?

As for how to assemble it...it's very simple. As a technical geek, as long as the model is not too weird, it should be fine.

Walking around the square with 100,000 yuan from a credit loan in their arms, Wang Junpeng and Xu Jie were extremely nervous.

I rented a temporary booth, set up an advertising sign, and then bit the bullet and yelled loudly: "Recycle old mobile phones, old computers, tablet computers...recycling at a high price!"

This kind of yelling really attracted the attention of passers-by.

"How do I recycle my mobile phone? How much do you pay?"

It was a Warwick P999, a space phone that was very popular on Earth at that time, but there is no way to turn it on now.

Wang Junpeng checked it over and over again, gritted his teeth, and said, "It seems to be well maintained, 1,000 yuan!"

"It's only half a month's salary... forget it and don't sell it." The man shook his head, preferring to keep it as a souvenir.

"Hey, buddy, don't go, 1200, no more!" Wang Junpeng greeted quickly.

"..." This buddy hesitated a little.

"1300, don't sell it and pull it down. Count me bleeding!"

"make a deal!"

In this way, after the first business was concluded, the second and third... a loan of 100,000 yuan was spent like running water. In half a day, a total of more than 100 electronic devices were recovered. equipment.

The two returned home with a lot of rags, and they were in a mess with excitement.

But if the business fails, it will be miserable. 100,000 yuan is not a small number. The bank's money is the government's money. There is nowhere to hide.

"Don't break the chip, don't break the chip, don't break the chip!"

The chip is broken and there is no ability to repair it. If it's just the battery or other parts that are broken, it can still make up for it... Especially the battery, the technical content is actually not high. Current humans are also capable of producing some.

Like burning incense and worshiping Buddha, Wang Junpeng repeated it several times in his heart, then picked up a screwdriver, and started the process of overhauling and assembling.

The two of them almost worked all night with red eyes. Finally, at three o'clock in the morning, Wang Junpeng couldn't resist the drowsiness and fell asleep.

When he woke up, he found his good friend Xu Jie sitting on a stool, crying bitterly while eating instant noodles.

"It's over, Lao Peng, it's over, I can only spell out 21 mobile phones...there are only 21 phones that can turn on."

"...Each unit can only be sold for 5,000 yuan. It is impossible to sell it. Everything is over! Woohoo..."

Wang Junpeng felt cold, and suddenly lost 70,000 to 80,000 yuan, that's no joke!

He tried to calm himself down.

He looked at the various parts on the table, piles of which had been classified according to the models.

"The main reason is that there are too many models of the machine, and the parts cannot be used in common... Damn..."

At this moment, Wang Junpeng really hated the mobile phone manufacturers on the earth, who actually produced so many models that they couldn't compete.

"Don't worry, it's not necessarily a loss. Check how many parts are completely broken."

"Not a lot. Usually, there are only one or two parts of a mobile phone that are broken." Xu Jie replied: "The main focus is on the battery, RAM and ROM... There are also some problems with capacitors and wiring, and it is impossible for me to fix them. good……"

"You take a break first... I'll go out and see how much money I can get back."

Walking in the corridor leading to the central square, he kept thinking in his heart: "For a mobile phone that can be turned on again, three thousand is the bottom line of people's psychology. It is impossible to sell for five thousand, so..."

"Yes, those parts that cannot be used are also our wealth!"

This time, Wang Junpeng did not recycle old mobile phones because he had no money in his account, but started the business of "repairing old mobile phones".

A row of machines that can turn on the machine quickly became the best sign, but when they heard the high price, people hesitated. After all, they are just assembled goods without any guarantee, so how can they be sold so expensive?

The first guest to open the store turned out to be Zhang Yuan...Minister Zhang!

"How much is it for repairing the phone?" Zhang Yuan passed by here, and recalled that today happened to be the wedding anniversary... It seems that it would be nice to buy a small gift for Lin Xuanxuan.

"What... 800? It costs 800 to repair the phone?" After hearing the amount given by the other party, the veins on Zhang Yuan's forehead twitched.

How much food can be eaten for 800 yuan, as the first customer, you can't slaughter me like a fat sheep!

Wang Junpeng bit the bullet and explained that even if the other party is a minister, he can't sell it at a loss: "The repair fee is 500, which can't be less. We currently have no way to produce the broken parts of this mobile phone. We can only get them from other mobile phones. It costs less than 500." one!"

"It can't be any less, any less will lose money!"

"Hey, that's fine. You hurry up."

Zhang Yuan took out 500 yuan distressedly, and watched the other party quickly assemble and splice. The parts in that bag should all be recycled from old mobile phones.

"We didn't expect that..."

He thought in his heart that the folks really have folk wisdom, and it is definitely inappropriate for the government to do such trivial matters, but this kind of self-employed business model can actually release some hidden productivity and promote employment...

After half an hour of fiddling, the broken phone was actually repaired by him, and the screen turned on again.

"Thanks!"

Seeing Zhang Yuan leaving very satisfied, the surrounding crowd was also eager to move.

Although the assembled mobile phone has no warranty, it still has a very high advantage compared to the classic phone.

A smart phone can improve the quality of life too much. You can play games, watch movies, listen to music, and do anything!

All of a sudden, Wang Junpeng was surrounded by a lot of people, the more expensive it is, the more expensive it is, as long as it can be repaired... It doesn't matter if you want to be popular!

"Get rich, get rich!"

...

Even though he spent 500 yuan, Zhang Yuan was still in a good mood. After returning home, after handing over the gift, he immediately got a sweet hug.

The beautiful music and excellent shooting ability make her look like a little girl happily.

"Oh, I remembered, it's those 'trade-in' guys, tsk tsk, this idea is not bad, and you will get rich in no time." Lin Xuanxuan couldn't put it down, and couldn't help complaining, "But seeing them reappear Turn it on, I really... miss it so much."

Their wages are generally only two or three thousand a month.

"How much does it cost to repair the phone? It seems very expensive..."

"Five hundred dollars...not expensive!"

Lin Xuanxuan jumped up from her seat, and whispered: "Ah, 500...is such a prodigal! Don't buy this kind of money in the future, it's okay if you don't play with your phone."

Zhang Yuan smiled, and hugged her up, "The money you earn is not for spending, if you can be happy, there is nothing to save!"

He looked out of the window, the new civilization is full of waste, and there are still many opportunities to make a fortune.

The main reason why these young people are so easy to obtain credit loans is that the government wants to set some examples, so that more people can see job opportunities and opportunities to make a fortune... Everyone hopes for a better life. After having an example , the entrepreneurial enthusiasm of the people has been fully mobilized.

Even those who have not found a job know that there is wealth in the society. For example, in the service industry or other industries, as long as they use their brains and hands, they can fill some gaps that the government can't think of and improve people's quality of life.

Of course, the new civilization is a new civilization after all, and it is true that the first person to eat crabs will be rewarded. But this kind of simple work will soon have competitive imitators, and it is impossible to completely monopolize it. In the end, everything still depends on technology.

He quickly put the little matter behind him. Next, and more importantly...the first planetary exploration project is about to start!