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

Liangzi was stunned by these words.

"You don't even need to say a harsh word?"

Liu Guangming nodded, took out a handful of change from his pocket, counted out seven yuan, and handed it over.

"Brother Liang, a group of passengers will be leaving the station soon."

"Choose a few unfamiliar guys, give each of them 15 cents, and go to those stalls to buy a melon."

"I just said I'd ask you for five yuan to help me, so the extra two yuan is naturally for buying the melon."

Liangzi didn't take the money, and his brows furrowed.

"Oh? And then?"

"This is a watermelon, we can't possibly find a nail or a dead rat in it, can we?"

"Dude, isn't this staged accident a bit old-fashioned?"

"I won't stage an accident to extort money."

Liu Guangming handed the money forward.

"After you buy the melon, just stand there and eat it. Just tell me how it tastes."

"to be honest?"

"Yes, just tell the truth."

Upon hearing this, Liangzi stopped worrying about it.

"Okay, seven dollars."

Liangzi grabbed the seven yuan and stuffed it into his floral shirt pocket, then gave Liu Guangming a thumbs up.

"I'll see today how you, a soon-to-be college student, really manage to get the best deal."

After saying that, he slipped on his flip-flops and strolled slowly back to a small shop on the edge of the square.

A few minutes later, four young men wearing tattered vests emerged from behind the convenience store, dispersed, and blended into the crowd in the square.

As the sun climbed higher, the ground became scalding hot.

10:30 a.m.

With a long whistle, the iron gate at the exit of the station was pulled open.

Passengers carrying large and small bags poured out like water released from a dam.

Just like yesterday, after enduring this long period of confinement in the freight car, everyone was covered in sweat and their throats were parched.

"Watermelons for sale! Fifteen cents a dollar! Huge, thirst-quenching watermelons!"

Those stall owners who followed suit immediately perked up and started shouting at the top of their lungs.

The passengers' attention was immediately drawn to the noise.

"Give me one!"

"Take two pieces, one for my kid!"

On the other hand, Liu Guangming was hiding in a shady corner at the very edge, and his sign read "two cents and one dollar," so nobody paid any attention to him.

Zhao Xiaojun was visibly getting anxious again.

However, Liu Guangming held him down and said...

"Xiao Jun, just you wait and see."

Just then, a loud retching sound came from in front of the bald man's stall.

One of Liangzi's tall, thin henchmen, after paying 15 cents, grabbed a slice of watermelon and took a big bite.

As a result, not only was the surface of the melon dry, but the juice inside had also gone completely sour from the heat.

The tall, thin man felt a churning in his stomach, and the pungent, sour smell made him bend over and vomit everything up.

"Ptooey! What the hell is this?!"

The tall, thin man started cursing and slammed the remaining half of the watermelon onto the table.

"Are you selling watermelons or swill?! It's all sour!"

The bald, burly man had just received two cents and was about to give change when he was stunned by this sudden turn of events, causing the fat on his face to twitch.

"You little brat, are you trying to cause trouble?! This is a freshly cut melon from this morning!"

"Good melon my ass!"

The tall, thin man pointed to the pile of watermelons on the cutting board.

"Look at this melon rind, it's all wilted! And there are several big greenbottle flies crawling on it! Even pigs wouldn't eat this stuff!"

The passengers who were about to take out their money were startled by the commotion and quickly withdrew their hands.

Several people took a closer look and immediately covered their noses in disgust.

"Ugh, it really smells rotten!"

"In this sweltering heat, the melons are practically ripe from the sun, who would dare eat them!"

At the same time, shouts of cursing could be heard from several other stalls.

"Boss, have you lost your conscience? You're trying to fool people with rotten melons!"

"This melon is as soft as mud; eating it will definitely make you vomit and have diarrhea!"

These shouts, which rang out in the crowd, instantly snapped the travelers who had been gathered around the stalls out of their reverie.

We're all traveling far from home, and medical conditions aren't good these days. If we get diarrhea, it'll be half our lives.

It's not worth taking such a big risk to save just five cents!

"Go away, go away! You get what you pay for!"

"I almost fell for it! Those heartless, unscrupulous dealers!"

The crowd dispersed in an instant.

No matter how the stall owners explained or lowered their prices, no one gave them another second glance.

The bald, burly man was so angry that he slammed his knife onto the cutting board, causing the spoiled watermelon juice to fly everywhere.

Just as the travelers were about to turn around and find a tap to quench their thirst, someone finally noticed Liu Guangming standing at the foot of the wall.

In the shade, the old handcart was kept clean and tidy.

The basin was filled with freshly cut watermelons, their bright red flesh and shiny black seeds exuding a refreshing and clean feel.

"Young man, how much is this melon?" an older woman asked as she walked up to him.

"Two cents a dollar, ma'am."

Liu Guangming handed over the largest piece.

"It was just cut and hasn't been dried in the sun. Please try it first; if it's not sweet, you don't have to pay."

The older sister took it and took a bite.

"Delicious! So sweet! Cut me two more pieces!"

This time, the herd mentality was on full display again.

The travelers, who had just been disgusted by those rotten melon stalls, flocked to Liu Guangming's stall as if they had found a savior.

"Give me three pieces!"

"I want a piece, boss, and you'd better cut it big!"