Rebirth: My college entrance exam score was stolen? I turned the tables and made a billion.

The blinding white light shone directly on his face, and Liu Guangming instinctively raised his arm to shield his eyes.

Zhao Xiaojun, who was standing next to him, did not block him, but instead shuddered violently.

He knew that voice all too well!

Isn't that my father, Zhao Youcai, who just conspired with Chen Jianguo at the county guesthouse?

Why is he here?

Could it be that I was caught eavesdropping?

Thinking of this, Zhao Xiaojun's Adam's apple bobbed violently, and a layer of white sweat instantly broke out on his back.

He opened his mouth, but his tongue was tied in knots.

"Dad...I...what happened to you...?"

He stammered for a long time, unable to string together a single complete sentence, and his legs went weak.

Seeing that the young man was about to reveal his guilty conscience, Liu Guangming took half a step forward and subtly blocked Zhao Xiaojun to his side and behind.

"Uncle Zhao, it's you!"

Liu Guangming grinned, rubbed his hands together, and his face perfectly displayed a mix of ingratiation and sycophancy.

"Are you patrolling the streets in the middle of the night?"

Indeed, he was startled, but no matter what, he had to speak first.

Zhao Youcai lowered the flashlight, and the beam stopped on the two men's trouser legs.

His brows furrowed, and his gaze swept back and forth between the two of them.

"Liu Guangming?"

Zhao Youcai snorted.

"What time is it? What are you two doing wandering around here in the middle of the night?"

"If I hadn't been on night patrol tonight, you two would probably both have been taken back for questioning!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Guangming breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems it was just a coincidence!

He scratched the back of his head, revealing a set of white teeth.

"Uncle Zhao, the college entrance exam just finished."

"I figured my family wasn't well-off, and I'd have to earn my own tuition for college."

"So, Xiaojun and I went to the train station to sell watermelons twice during the day."

"I just took a shower by the well in the yard, and I'm about to take Xiaojun back to bed."

Zhao Youcai didn't say anything. He swept the beam of his flashlight around the two of them, then shone it into the large iron gate.

Sure enough, a large area near the sewer in the corner of the yard was wet, with buckets and basins haphazardly placed next to the well.

Seeing this, most of the suspicion in Zhao Youcai's eyes dissipated.

It turns out he was just messing around trying to make a few coins.

Zhao Youcai sneered inwardly.

He's just a peasant after all; he's so shallow.

Those poor wretches who are only concerned with a few penny-pinching gains right after the college entrance exam deserve to be stuck in the mud forever.

Chen Jianguo, that old fox, picking such a scapegoat to take the fall is a perfect match.

When the notification letter changes, this silly kid will probably still be selling watermelons under the scorching sun!

Despite thinking this, Zhao Youcai's expression grew even more stern.

He snapped the flashlight off and began to lecture him with a stern face.

"Guangming, if you can get into university, you'll become a government official! You're there to study, not to become a profiteer!"

"You can mess things up all you want, but why are you dragging our Xiaojun into it?"

Zhao Youcai pointed at Liu Guangming's nose,

"Let me tell you, Liu Guangming, Xiaojun is going to get a stable job within the system!"

"If you lead him astray, I'll hold you accountable!"

Liu Guangming nodded repeatedly and bent down slightly.

"Uncle Zhao is right to reprimand me; I was just being inconsiderate."

"It was mainly Xiaojun who helped me a lot during the day; I really couldn't have managed on my own without him."

"Alright, alright, stop with the act."

Zhao Youcai waved his hand impatiently and grabbed Zhao Xiaojun, who was hiding behind him, by the ear.

"You brat, get your ass home! How old are you? Always hanging around like this!"

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Old man, be gentle!"

Zhao Xiaojun winced in pain, but was half-heartedly dragged back by Zhao Youcai.

As they were about to turn the corner, Zhao Xiaojun glanced back at Liu Guangming, who nodded slightly to him in the moonlight.

The dim streetlights cast long shadows of the father and son.

Zhao Youcai pushed his bicycle, glancing sideways at his son beside him.

"You've really grown up, haven't you? Selling melons at the train station behind my back? Aren't you ashamed?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xiaojun felt a surge of nausea and vomiting.

Half an hour ago, he had clearly heard it from outside the guesthouse window: his father, who spoke in official jargon and spouted grand principles, was secretly engaged in a life-ruining scheme.

He wished he could point his finger at Zhao Youcai right now and start cursing him.

But he clenched his teeth tightly, his mind filled with the words Liu Guangming had spoken by the well.

"Keep them calm and play the submissive role."

Zhao Xiaojun rubbed his reddened ears and deliberately stuck out his neck while complaining.

"Dad, you don't understand. What's this about being shameful? That's real money!"

Zhao Youcai stopped in his tracks. "Are you short of money? Have I ever let you go hungry or cold?"

"How can that be the same!"

Zhao Xiaojun put on a shrewd, money-obsessed demeanor.

"Brother Guangming is smart. He bought melons for two cents, cut them up, and sold them to make several times that amount! Today alone, I made more than twenty yuan!"

"Twenty-odd yuan?"

Zhao Youcai was stunned for a moment.

He didn't hear "divided" clearly and thought it meant "all".

Even so, in this era, it was truly beyond his expectations that two teenagers could earn more than twenty yuan a day.

"you do not say!"

Zhao Xiaojun leaned closer, deliberately lowering his voice.

"Besides, I'm already eighteen and I've graduated from high school. I should learn to earn some money and be independent."

"Brother Guangming said that I'll contribute money and effort, and I'll also get a share of the profits. This business is a sure thing, why wouldn't I do it?"

As Zhao Youcai listened to his son's business acumen, his tense face gradually relaxed.

"So you went to his place to take a cold shower in the middle of the night?"

"It's hot! I'm all sweaty from carrying melons. If I don't wash at his place, am I supposed to go home and let the whole house smell bad so you can yell at me?"

Zhao Xiaojun rolled his eyes, perfectly portraying his impatience.

This dispelled Zhao Youcai's doubts.

"Alright, alright."

Zhao Youcai said.

"Just sell melons, don't cause me any trouble."

"Also, don't get too close to Liu Guangming. That kid is destined to suffer; he's not your type."

Zhao Xiaojun pretended not to understand the second half of the sentence and gave a perfunctory reply.

"Okay, okay, I have to get up early tomorrow morning, so I'd better head back now."