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

The next morning at 5:30.

At the entrance of the farmers' market, Zhao Xiaojun, despite having huge dark circles under his eyes, was unusually excited.

Upon spotting Liu Guangming waiting at the intersection from afar, he abandoned his vehicle and rushed towards him.

"Brother Guangming!"

Zhao Xiaojun lowered his voice and leaned closer.

"Thank goodness you were quick-witted last night; my legs were practically cramping. But you, without batting an eye, dealt with him in just a few words!"

Liu Guangming bought fried dough sticks this time.

He didn't say anything, but first stuffed the fried dough stick in his hand into Zhao Xiaojun's mouth, and then pushed the cart.

"Stop talking nonsense and get to work. Today's task is heavy; we're still far from covering the tuition fees for the city's top student."

The two of them easily navigated the melon market and headed straight for the old melon farmer's stall from yesterday.

The old melon farmer was squatting on the ground smoking a pipe when he looked up and saw the two teenagers pushing a cart over. He quickly got up.

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"Uncle, bring some more today, let's go for 500 jin."

Liu Guangming greeted him familiarly and immediately started patting the melon.

"What the heck?"

The old melon farmer naturally recognized the two of them, and his face was filled with disbelief.

"You sold out those several hundred pounds yesterday in just one day?"

"Yes, sold out."

Liu Guangming didn't explain much, but tapped the watermelons with his fingers, picking out only the thin-skinned, ripe, and sandy-fleshed ones.

The old melon farmer was a little confused, but naturally he wouldn't refuse business, and he quickly helped with weighing and loading the melons onto the truck.

Before long, five hundred catties of melons were piled up on the cart like a small mountain.

The two men, wielding their arms, took turns pushing the cart, sweating profusely as they hurried toward the train station square.

At seven o'clock in the morning, the sun had already risen, and the square was gradually getting warm.

"Brother, let's stick to that big banyan tree again today."

"That location is amazing. With the breeze from the through passage, passengers can see it the moment they exit the station..."

While wiping his sweat with a towel, Zhao Xiaojun excitedly planned the trip.

But as they pushed the cart around the flower bed, the smiles on their faces instantly froze.

The prime spot under the banyan tree is gone!

Not only is the area under the banyan tree gone, but the entire edge of the train station square, wherever there is any place that can provide even a little shade, is completely occupied!

Zhao Xiaojun rubbed his eyes and gasped.

Meanwhile, four or five stalls selling sliced ​​watermelons suddenly appeared overnight in the square!

Under the banyan tree, a bald, burly man set up a folding wooden table with several slices of watermelon on it;

Beside the flower bed, a middle-aged woman wearing arm sleeves was carrying two bamboo baskets, which were also filled with watermelons.

Looking further towards the ticket hall steps, there were two young men who had laid out a plastic sheet on the ground, with watermelons piled on it.

Holy crap!

Zhao Xiaojun slammed the cart handle heavily onto the ground.

"These bastards, they were all jealous of us yesterday, and now they're trying to steal our business!"

Just as Zhao Xiaojun was about to get angry, someone else started shouting.

"Watermelons for sale! Sweet, thirst-quenching, and juicy watermelons! 15 cents a dollar! If they're not sweet, you don't pay!"

After that shout, the other stall owners nearby weren't to be outdone and started yelling back.

"Fifteen cents! Come and see, big brothers and sisters, a melon for only fifteen cents a dollar!"

"Big sliced ​​watermelons, take your pick for 15 cents!"

"This is outrageous!"

Zhao Xiaojun couldn't help but curse.

Yesterday they set the price at two cents a dollar, but these guys immediately cut the price by five cents!

At 15 cents, after deducting the cost price and losses, it's practically just making a pittance; it's vicious competition!

"They're not only stealing our stalls, but also smashing plates and waging price wars! This isn't about money; it's like they're shitting on our necks!"

Zhao Xiaojun was so angry that he was panting heavily.

"Alright, stop getting angry. Use your brain and think of a solution."

Liu Guangming shook his head.

"Don't even think about causing trouble right now. Old Wang from the police station can take you away in five minutes."

"When your dad goes to the police station to bail you out, you'll be fine, but I'm afraid I'll be in trouble!!"

Mentioning his father, Zhao Xiaojun deflated instantly, like a ball that had been pricked with a needle.

He scratched his head in frustration: "What can we do? Look at their attitude, they've managed to drive the price down to 15 cents."

"How about we lower the price too? To one cent?"

"We cannot lower the price."

Liu Guangming pulled the cart to a corner and stopped it against the wall.

"Getting caught up in a price war is a dead end."

Liu Guangming pointed to the stall of the bald, burly man under the banyan tree.

"However, they don't seem like people who know how to do business."

"Take a closer look at how they sell them."

"I cut all the watermelons open and put them on the table early this morning. It's only a little past seven now. What will happen to those cut watermelons after they've been exposed to the sun for three hours at ten o'clock when the sun is blazing and the temperature reaches over thirty degrees Celsius?"

Zhao Xiaojun paused for a moment, then looked in that direction.

"It attracts flies, what else can it do?"

"It doesn't just attract flies."

Liu Guangming sneered, "Once a watermelon is cut open, the juice leaks out. When it's baked at high temperatures, the rind dries out and the inside turns sour."

"If a passerby spends 15 cents to buy a rotten melon and gets a stomachache, who would dare to buy from them?"

"So we're just going to watch?"

Zhao Xiaojun was so anxious that he kept stamping his feet.

"Let's take a break first."

Liu Guangming found a brick and sat down, calmly watching the farce unfold across from him.

"If they force a price reduction, they won't be able to cover the losses from the rotten melons, and they won't even be able to recoup their costs."

As the two were talking, a man wearing flip-flops and a floral shirt strolled over.

With a toothpick dangling from his mouth, he leaned casually against Liu Guangming's cart.

It was Liangzi, the local thug who had collected protection money in the square yesterday, but was dealt with by Liu Guangming with a few melons and some nice words.

Liangzi spat out the toothpick, glanced sideways at the noisy, bandwagon-like stalls not far away, then looked down at Liu Guangming sitting in the sun, a playful smile spreading across his face.

"Hey, aren't these the two prospective college students from yesterday?"

Liangzi took out half a pack of Hongtashan cigarettes, lit one for himself, and exhaled a smoke ring.

"How's it going? Your money-making path was cut off today, so you're hiding in the sun by the wall now?"

Zhao Xiaojun was already seething with anger, and without caring whether the other party would retaliate, he retorted irritably:

"none of your business!"

Liangzi wasn't annoyed. He chuckled and moved closer to Liu Guangming.

"Brother, the rule in this world is that the bold get rich, and the timid starve."

"Yesterday you were eating meat, and today these bumpkins are trying to steal the soup, and they've driven the price down so low."

Liangzi, with a cigarette between his fingers, pointed towards the bald, burly man.

"Brothers, I find you agreeable, so I'll show you the right path."

"See those stalls? They're full of greenhorns from nearby villages who come here to cause trouble."

Liang flicked his cigarette ash, lowered his voice, and revealed a hint of ruthlessness.

"You guys should give me a tip for my trouble."

"Nothing much, just ten yuan! I'll call a few brothers over right away. They're just looking for trouble. I guarantee we'll overturn their entire stall in less than five minutes."

"Really? Brother Liang is indeed quick to speak his mind!"

Zhao Xiaojun's eyes lit up suddenly, as if he had grasped a lifeline.

Ten yuan?

That's nothing!

As long as he can get rid of these people who are smashing plates, he'll pay fifteen yuan, let alone ten!

"Since that's the case..."

"Xiao Jun, shut up."

Liu Guangming suddenly spoke, interrupting Zhao Xiaojun.

He stood up, dusted off his trousers, ignored Liangzi's words, and instead turned around and picked out the roundest watermelon from the cart.

Then, with a swift movement, the watermelon was sliced ​​in two with a "snap," its bright red flesh releasing a sweet aroma.

Liu Guangming cut off a piece from the very center and handed it to Liangzi.

"Brother Liang, it's so hot today, have a piece of watermelon to cool down."

Liangzi raised an eyebrow, took the bag, and took a big bite, the juice overflowing.

"Brother, what do you mean by this? You think ten yuan is too much? Eight yuan is fine too, consider it making friends."

Liu Guangming smiled and shook his head.

"Brother Liang, let's not even talk about us students. If we don't want to get involved in this kind of activity, we're afraid we won't be able to continue our studies."

"Turning over a stall like this is such a big commotion."

"The train station square is full of police officers in peaked caps on duty. It's not worth getting your brothers arrested for a few pieces of watermelon."

Liangzi wiped the watermelon juice from his mouth and pursed his lips:

"Why are you worried about this? We brothers are all seasoned veterans!"

"Besides, if you let these guys shit on your head, I'll look down on you."

"Of course not."

Liu Guangming narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the other vendors across the street who were vying for customers over a few cents.

"I'll give you five yuan, Brother Liang, please do me a favor."

"No need to fight, no need to overturn things, not even need to say a harsh word."