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

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

The sun overhead was like a giant furnace, baking the ground until it was almost smoking.

Zhao Xiaojun rode his beat-up old bicycle and rushed in like a whirlwind.

"Brother! I had Old Zhang pick out all the watermelons at the farmers' market, every single one of them is a big, juicy, and delicious watermelon!"

He wiped the sweat from his forehead as he kicked the car ladder down, but when he turned around, he froze.

A large aluminum basin, white gauze, and a rolling pin?

The most outrageous thing was that there was a large sack on the ground, wrapped in a tattered quilt, and steam was billowing out of it.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

Zhao Xiaojun circled the sack, then reached out and pulled back the quilt cover to take a look.

"Holy crap! This is such a huge block of ice? Where did you get that?!"

Liu Guangming was washing the melon-cutting knife with clean water, without even looking up.

"Hurry up and wash your face, don't get heatstroke. Come and help me after you're done."

"What help are you offering? What are you doing setting up this execution ground in the yard in the middle of the day?"

Zhao Xiaojun looked puzzled.

"Xiao Jun, I've noticed you talk a lot of nonsense."

Zhao Xiaojun wiped his face haphazardly.

Liu Guangming dried his hands.

He picked up a piece of pre-cut watermelon flesh, threw it into an aluminum basin lined with gauze, and grabbed a rolling pin.

"Clang, clang, clang!"

With a few muffled thuds, bright red juice seeped out through the gaps in the gauze.

Zhao Xiaojun was dumbfounded.

Before he could react, Liu Guangming put down the rolling pin, grabbed the four corners of the gauze with both hands, twisted it hard, and all the bright red watermelon juice fell into the aluminum basin.

Then, Liu Guangming knocked a small piece of crushed ice from the sack, threw it into a waxed paper cup, scooped out a full cup of watermelon juice, and handed it over.

"Try it."

Zhao Xiaojun took it; a fine layer of water droplets had formed on the cup, and the cold air seeped straight into his palm.

He swallowed hard, tilted his head back, and gulped it down.

It's so cold!

Sweet and refreshing!

A refreshing coolness rushed down my throat and into my stomach, instantly extinguishing the heat accumulated from cycling under the scorching sun.

"My goodness!"

Zhao Xiaojun was so excited that he slapped his thigh so hard that the paper cup in his hand was flattened.

"Bro, this is... this is so awesome!"

"Iced watermelon juice."

Liu Guangming replied casually.

"Absolutely amazing!"

Zhao Xiaojun licked his lips, his eyes shining.

"This stuff, I guess only those bigwigs in the city who drive limousines can afford to drink! Shall we sell this this afternoon?"

"right."

"How much does one cup cost?"

"Fifteen cents."

Zhao Xiaojun's hand, which was about to scoop another cup, froze in mid-air. He turned his head and stared intently at Liu Guangming.

"Fifteen cents?"

"Bro, I reckon they'll be selling it for 15 cents a cup this afternoon. Your tiny paper cup doesn't even hold half a slice of watermelon, and you're selling it for 15 cents a cup? Do you think anyone'll buy it?"

"You don't need to worry about that. Get to work, load the truck."

Liu Guangming put the aluminum basin, gauze, and other items such as basins, cups, and pots into a clean plastic basket and loaded it onto the car.

The two first went to the farmers' market and loaded the 300 jin of watermelons that Old Zhang had saved onto the car.

Adding the remaining 200 jin from lunch, the total is 500 jin.

We arrived at the train station square at exactly three o'clock in the afternoon.

The southbound train No. 553 had not yet arrived at the station, and there were only a few scattered vagrants in the square.

Liu Guangming and Zhao Xiaojun had just pushed the cart to the same spot they had in the morning, unloaded the ice from the sacks, and stuffed it into the shade under the cart.

Zhao Xiaojun looked around.

"Brother, look at their attitude! They've definitely copied us again!"

The stalls across the street have all changed.

In the morning, they would cut up a large pile of melons and put them on the cutting board in advance, but they all turned sour after being exposed to the sun.

Now, each stall has one or two more helpers behind it.

The bald, burly man even brought his wife along.

Not only that, their cutting board was spotless, without a single sliced ​​melon. Instead, it was filled with whole, round melons, neatly arranged.

What's most infuriating is that they moved all their stalls forward by more than ten meters!

Originally, everyone lined up along the shade of the trees at the edge of the square.

Now, this group of people have set up their stalls directly on the only road leading from the exit of the station to the center of the square.

They formed a human wall.

In front of each stall stood a very eye-catching sign with the words "15 cents and 1 yuan! Freshly cut! Guaranteed sweet!" written in large characters with a thick brush.

"These bastards have gotten smarter!"

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

"They don't cut the meat in advance anymore; they wait until the customers arrive to cut it! And they're even blocking our way!"

"When passengers exit the station, the first thing you see is them!"

"By the time those travelers get here, they'll all be eating a slice of melon. Who would still want to buy from us then?"

Zhao Xiaojun became more and more anxious as he spoke, and turned around to push the cart.

"No, bro, we have to move forward too! We can't let them block the whole way!"

"Move what?"

Liu Guangming took out a small hammer and began to tap the large block of ice on the edge of the sack, breaking off some finger-sized pieces of ice.

"There's not even a shady spot in front of us; the sun's beating down relentlessly. If they're willing to roast themselves alive, should we just go and join them?"

"But they've already snatched all the customers away!"

"Hijacking?"

Liu Guangming stopped hammering and looked up at the railway tracks in the distance.

"They brought this on themselves."

Zhao Xiaojun couldn't understand what Liu Guangming was planning.

All he could think about was how he was going to do business now that he was blocked at the back by a human wall!

Just then, a long train whistle sounded in the distance.

At 3:30 p.m., train No. 553 arrived at the station on time.

The iron gate at the exit of the station was pulled open forcefully.

An even larger influx of passengers than in the morning surged out like a flood bursting its banks.

The afternoon temperature was the highest of the day, and the carriage was stuffy and hot. Many passengers got off the train with their white shirts soaked through and clinging tightly to their backs.

They were all flushed from the heat, their throats parched.

"Watermelons for sale! Fifteen cents a dollar! Freshly cut and sold!"

The bald, burly man yelled and brandished his melon-cutting knife, charging forward first.

This human wall did indeed work.

The thirsty travelers were immediately drawn to these stalls as soon as they came out.

"Give me one!"

"I want two pieces, hurry up and cut them!"

The bald, burly man and his wife hurriedly began moving and cutting the watermelon.

The other stalls were also instantly surrounded by a huge crowd.

"Don't push, don't push! It's freshly cut, almost done!"

The area in front of the exit was bustling and the scene was extremely lively.

Zhao Xiaojun hid under the shade of a tree, watching the bustling business across the street with longing eyes, his eyes turning red with anxiety.

"Brother! Look! They've emptied the place! We're selling this cup for 15 cents, and not a single person has even asked the price!"

Liu Guangming put the crushed ice into a clean small basin and neatly stacked the disposable waxed paper cups to the side.

He pointed to the chaotic crowd across the street.

"Xiao Jun, look carefully."

Zhao Xiaojun paused for a moment, then looked in the direction Liu Guangming was looking.

The crowd did indeed surround those stalls, but upon closer listening, the sounds coming from them were not the sounds of people taking out money to buy melons.

Instead, they urged and yelled!

"Boss, can you hurry up?! It's under this blazing sun, who are you trying to kill with heat?!"

"Why are you taking so long to cut a melon! I've been waiting for five minutes!"

"Hey, hey, hey, you cut this melon into uneven pieces! Why is his piece so big and mine so small?"

It turns out that these people were deliberately refusing to cut the watermelon before it turned sour, in order to prevent it from turning sour.

However, they completely underestimated the explosive power of the sudden surge of passenger flow at the train station.

One person is cutting melons while the other is collecting money and giving change; they simply can't keep up.

It takes time to cut a whole watermelon into pieces and distribute it to a dozen or so people.

In temperatures exceeding 30 degrees Celsius, under the blazing sun, the passengers who had just disembarked had no patience to wait in line.

What's worse is that because the melons are cut and sold on the spot, the scene is extremely chaotic. Some people pay but don't get the melons, while others take advantage of the chaos to grab melons and run away.

The bald, burly man was sweating profusely with anxiety, his hands trembling as he cut the melon. Inadvertently, the blade cut a bloody gash on the back of his hand.

"Who hasn't paid! You who just took the melon, stop right there!"

His wife was screaming at the top of her lungs in the crowd.

......

In contrast to the chaos over there, Liu Guangming leisurely wiped the cutting board clean with a rag.

Next, he placed the bowl full of crushed ice in the most conspicuous position, and took out a large water bottle, which he had specially found at his older sister's house.

Then, in front of the tourists who hadn't yet squeezed into the crowd and were about to walk to the edge of the square, he picked up a watermelon and shaved the flesh directly into an aluminum basin lined with gauze.

"Clang, clang, clang!"

The rolling pin flew up and down.

Then, with a strong twist, bright red juice poured out.

Liu Guangming poured watermelon juice into the kettle, then grabbed a handful of crushed ice and threw it in.

Instantly, a refreshing, sweet aroma of watermelon, mixed with cool, moist air, drifted on the breeze directly towards the restless travelers.

Liu Guangming then cleared his throat and called out slowly.

"Iced watermelon juice, refreshing and invigorating."

"No need to queue, just grab a cup and go."