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

"Please don't push, there's enough for everyone!"

This time, Liu Guangming swiftly and skillfully cut the red-fleshed, black-seeded watermelon into neat, even slices.

Zhao Xiaojun, with a tattered cloth bag tied around his waist, was sweating profusely as he collected money and gave change.

"Two cents and one yuan, pay first and then take the melon! Here, ma'am, here's your three cents change!"

The other stall owners who had followed suit across the street looked utterly devastated as they watched all this unfold.

Zhao Xiaojun took a moment to stuff a handful of small bills into his pocket, seized the opportunity, and blew an extremely loud, rascal-like whistle towards the opposite side, shouting loudly.

"Thank you so much, bosses, for your kindness and generosity! You've brought all our customers over!"

The bald man's face instantly turned a deep liver color, and the veins on his forehead throbbed, but he could only grit his teeth and swallow it back down.

The flow of passengers exiting the station lasted for a full half hour before gradually dissipating.

Liu Guangming shook his slightly sore arms.

Five hundred pounds of watermelon were gone in the blink of an eye, leaving only about two hundred pounds on the truck.

Zhao Xiaojun, meanwhile, hid under the shade of a tree, emptied all the money from his cloth bag, and bent over to count it one bill at a time.

But as he counted, the excitement on his face slowly faded, and his brows furrowed into a knot.

He stuffed the money into his bag, moved closer to Liu Guangming, and lowered his voice like a thief.

"Brother, something's not right."

"Something's not right?"

Liu Guangming picked up the kettle and took a sip of cool boiled water.

"Think about it, these people aren't stupid."

Zhao Xiaojun gestured with his chin towards the opposite side.

"They were inexperienced this morning and suffered the consequences of cutting the melons in advance; they got spoiled by the hot sun."

"But what about the afternoon?"

"The southbound train that's going to arrive at 3:30 this afternoon, they must have learned their lesson and brought two guys over to help out."

"When the time comes, we'll cut and sell them fresh, and they'll do the same!"

"But the main point is, if they still sell it for 15 cents, deliberately trying to disgust us, then who are we going to sell our remaining two hundred pounds of melons for 20 cents a dollar?"

Liu Guangming glanced at Zhao Xiaojun.

This kid's mind is really sharp now.

"So, according to you, what should we do?"

Liu Guangming asked casually.

"Price reduction!"

Zhao Xiaojun said.

"Let's just make a little less profit and quickly clear out the remaining two hundred pounds to secure our gains!"

"No reduction."

Liu Guangming tightened the kettle lid.

"Not only will the price not drop, we also need to go and buy more stock."

What kind of goods should we stock?

Zhao Xiaojun didn't react for a moment.

Liu Guangming patted the old cart, which was mostly empty.

"The afternoon customer flow is even greater than the morning flow. We only have 200 jin left, not even enough to fill a gap between our teeth. We'll go to the farmers' market this afternoon and get another 300 jin."

Zhao Xiaojun's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he reached out to touch Liu Guangming's forehead.

"Bro, those hungry wolves over there are eyeing us. They're definitely going to start a price war this afternoon. Are you still going to buy more stock?"

"We've brought these over but can't sell them; they're all stuck with us!"

"Can't be smashed."

Liu Guangming was too lazy to explain further and glanced at the sky.

"Alright, no one's around now. Go back and eat, and take a nap while you're at it."

"At 1:30, go directly to the farmers' market and find Old Zhang. Have him pick out 300 jin of good quality sandy-fleshed melons."

"I've made my choice. Come over here first, and we'll go together."

"Wait, Brother Guangming, what mischief are you plotting? Just tell me already!"

Zhao Xiaojun was so anxious that he kept scratching his head.

"You'll find out then, hurry back."

Liu Guangming said firmly.

Helpless, Zhao Xiaojun could only ride away on his dilapidated old bicycle, looking back every few steps.

Liu Guangming tidied up the cutting board and cleaver, pushed the remaining two hundred pounds of watermelon, and hummed a little tune as he walked home.

Price cuts? A price war?

That's the most rudimentary business tactic; it not only hurts the enemy but also damages your own position, and it will completely ruin the market.

The best way to deal with these bandwagoners is to come up with new tricks so that they don't even have the right to follow the trend.

As for how to do it, hehehe...

As Liu Guangming passed by the main street of the county town, he saw that the supply and marketing cooperative was still open. He touched the heavy amount of small bills and several large unity bills in his pocket and suddenly had an idea.

The eldest sister, Liu Cuihua, often helped her with her studies, and she suffered a lot of gossip in her husband's family. Her brother-in-law, Zhou Dehou, was also an honest and kind man.

Having been reborn and earned his first pot of gold, he felt he had to bring something back for his family.

Liu Guangming parked the cart under the shade of a tree at the entrance and went inside, lifting the plastic curtain.

In those days, the counters at supply and marketing cooperatives were still those tall wooden structures encased in glass.

The saleswoman at the counter was a middle-aged woman with curly hair, who was eating sunflower seeds while listening to the song "Desire" playing on the radio.

"Comrade, get two boxes of Ashima and two bottles of Jianzhuang."

Liu Guangming pointed to the shelf behind him.

The sales clerk glanced up and saw a young man in a faded short-sleeved shirt and ripped shoes. She frowned.

"Ashima is six yuan a box, and Jianzhuang is eight yuan a bottle."

"Young man, do you even have money to back up your points?"

Without wasting any words, Liu Guangming pulled out two brand-new ten-yuan bills from his pocket and slammed them onto the glass counter.

Upon seeing the money, the salesperson's attitude immediately did a complete 180-degree turn; they quickly put away the sunflower seeds and put on a smiling face.

"Hey, young man, you look young, but you're quite generous. Wait here, I'll get it for you right away!"

After putting away the cigarettes and alcohol, Liu Guangming wandered around the household goods section and bought two boxes of Friendship brand face cream and two tin cans of malted milk powder.

As I passed by the butcher's stall, I casually cut a piece of pork hind leg with five layers of fat and lean meat.

Carrying large and small bags, Liu Guangming went out, hung the things on the handle of the cart, and slowly returned to the cotton mill dormitory.

As soon as I pushed open the iron gate of the courtyard, I smelled the aroma of stir-fried scallions.

The eldest sister, Liu Cuihua, was carrying a plate of stir-fried cabbage out of the communal kitchen when she looked up and saw Liu Guangming. She quickly walked over to greet him.

"Guangming, you're out selling melons again so early in the morning?"

Liu Cuihua wiped her hands with her apron and then went to take Liu Guangming's handlebars.

Upon receiving the order, he saw that there were still about 200 kilograms of watermelon left in the car, and he immediately became anxious.

"Why are there so many left? Is it hard to sell today? I told you business isn't that easy, but you wouldn't listen!"

Liu Guangming parked the car next to the well with a grin.

"Sister, they're selling really well. These were specially saved for this afternoon."

As he spoke, he handed over the net bag hanging in his hand.

Liu Cuihua took it and flipped it over; her eyes widened in surprise.

"Pork? Malted milk powder? And this face cream?"

"Light, you..."