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

Just then, the courtyard gate creaked open.

My brother-in-law, Zhou Dehou, also came back from get off work, his factory uniform covered in machine oil stains.

"Hey, what's all the shouting about in the middle of the day?"

Zhou Dehou parked the car and walked over.

Liu Guangming naturally stuffed Ashima and Jianzhuang from his pocket into Zhou Dehou's arms.

"Brother-in-law, this is just a small token of my appreciation."

Zhou Dehou looked down and saw the Ashima cigarette with a filter. His hand trembled so badly that he almost dropped the cigarette.

He usually smokes Daqianmen cigarettes, but he wouldn't even buy a pack of Ashima cigarettes during the Chinese New Year!

Zhou Dehou swallowed hard and immediately pushed the two Ashima silks in his arms back.

"Guangming, this...this cigarette is too expensive. Your brother-in-law can just smoke Daqianmen!"

"You should take it back right away and save it for tuition."

Liu Cuihua also realized what was happening and shoved the pork, face cream, and malted milk powder back into Liu Guangming's hands.

"Yeah, what's wrong with you! You made some money yesterday, but that's all going to be saved for your college tuition! Why are you buying all this useless stuff?"

Liu Cuihua's eyes reddened with anxiety, and her finger trembled as she pointed at Liu Guangming.

"How old am I to still be using this face cream?"

"And this malted milk powder, it's ridiculously expensive! Only wealthy city families buy it when visiting relatives!"

"Hurry up and go get a refund!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Guangming shook his head and forcefully slammed the object onto the stone table in the courtyard.

"Sister, why would you want to return it? The supply and marketing cooperative doesn't accept returns or exchanges once it's been sold. You know that, don't you?"

"Besides, isn't the point of making money to spend it? Sister, brother-in-law, you two should keep it. There will be plenty of time to make money in the future."

Liu Cuihua was so anxious that she slapped her thigh repeatedly:

"Making money isn't that easy! You were just lucky yesterday; you didn't sell all the melons today, and you brought back so many."

Upon hearing this, Liu Guangming chuckled.

He recounted everything that had happened at the train station that morning to the couple in detail.

From the four or five random stalls that suddenly appeared in the square, to the other party maliciously driving down the price to 15 cents or 1 yuan.

Then he learned how he spent seven yuan to find Liangzi, a local thug at the train station, and hired a few shills to go across the street to eat sour watermelon.

Finally, the noodle stall owner's premature cutting of the watermelon caused it to spoil, which angered the crowd, and all the tourists came to his stall to buy fresh watermelons for two cents a dollar.

After hearing this, the courtyard was quiet for a full half minute.

Zhou Dehou held an unlit Ashima cigarette between his fingers, his mouth agape for a long time.

Liu Cuihua was completely stunned.

In the first half of her honest and simple life, she had never heard of such a roundabout way of doing business, where money was exchanged for goods.

"Guangming, you..."

Zhou Dehou scratched the back of his head.

"Wow, that's awesome!"

"You even used their bad reputation to sell all your own melons."

Liu Guangming smiled.

"Brother-in-law, this is called business warfare."

"I've discovered that this is actually quite similar to reading."

"That's how business works. Those who follow the trend will never beat the first person to try something new, because they only know how to copy the surface and don't understand the core."

"It's like doing a problem: there are two types of people: those who only know how to memorize the answers and those who know how to solve the problem."

"But what about this afternoon?"

Zhou Dehou nodded, and then expressed the same concerns as Zhao Xiaojun.

"They were inexperienced this morning and cut the melons in advance, letting them spoil. They'll definitely learn their lesson this afternoon!"

Liu Cuihua had just recovered from her shock when she heard her husband's words, and her heart jumped again.

"That's right, Guangming. If there wasn't something wrong with the melons, and others were selling them for 15 cents while you were selling them for 20 cents, who would buy yours?"

Liu Guangming waved his hand.

"I've got it, so I'm not selling sliced ​​watermelon anymore."

"what?"

The couple spoke in unison, clearly not expecting this.

"So what are you going to buy this afternoon? Are you just going to leave these watermelons here?"

"Light, we can't give up so easily!"