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

In the sweltering heat of over 30 degrees Celsius, that shout was even more effective than an air raid siren.

The group of hot and annoyed travelers who were gathered in front of the noodle stall across the street all turned their heads away.

"Iced? Did I hear that right?!"

A fat man and a bald man were arguing fiercely over the size of a slice of watermelon, sweat dripping from their foreheads and down their chins.

Upon hearing those two words, he sniffed, indeed smelling a cool, sweet scent carried by the breeze.

Without saying a word, the fat man didn't even want the 15 cents he had just handed over, and turned around and ran towards the base of the wall.

"Hey! Your melon!"

The bald man raised his knife and shouted.

The fat man didn't even turn his head: "Eat my ass! I'm going to drink something iced!"

The fat man rushed to Liu Guangming's stall in three strides and immediately saw the aluminum basin full of crushed ice, with wisps of white steam rising from it.

"It's iced! Give me a cup! Hurry up!" The fat man hurriedly pulled out a two-mao bill and slammed it on the cutting board.

Zhao Xiaojun had now fully regained his senses.

Since Brother Guangming is selling melons, then he should take the money and deliver the goods.

He grabbed a paper cup, then filled the kettle and handed it to the fat man.

"Your change is five cents!"

The fat man didn't even look at the change he got back; he grabbed the paper cup and tilted his head back.

"Glug! Glug!"

Go all the way in one go.

Immediately afterwards, the fat man let out a long sigh of relief and let out a loud burp.

"Awesome! This is so damn thirst-quenching! No need to spit out the watermelon seeds, it's so smooth! Boss, two more cups, please!"

Those passengers who were initially observing could no longer resist when they saw this.

"Give me a drink!"

"I want three cups, two for the kids!"

"Don't push, don't push! The money's here, hurry up!"

The crowd surged forward, completely surrounding Liu Guangming's cart.

However, this time no one urged or scolded anyone.

Compared to selling sliced ​​goods, Liu Guangming doesn't need to consider the size of each slice.

With a single stroke of his knife, he split the watermelon in two, then the tip of the knife swiftly traced a circle along the rind, and the bright red flesh was tucked directly into the gauze.

Then the thick rolling pin pounded away with a series of loud thuds, and he twisted it between his hands.

Splash!

A large bowl of clear watermelon juice was ready.

The whole process took less than a minute.

On Zhao Xiaojun's side, it was also very simple, and their cooperation was seamless.

Add ice, pour juice, collect money, and give change.

One cup after another, filled and handed over directly.

"Everyone line up, have your change ready! It's 15 cents a cup, grab it and go, don't block the people behind you!"

Zhao Xiaojun shouted at the top of his lungs.

Passengers who bought watermelon juice took it aside and drank it as they walked, exclaiming in delight.

"Wow, this method is brilliant! It's clean, hygienic, and cool!"

"This paper cup looks high-quality!"

This triggered a full-blown herd mentality.

Passengers who had just exited the station and were still confused about the situation were immediately attracted by the scene and spontaneously formed a long queue.

In contrast, the stalls across the street that followed suit were now in a truly pitiful state.

The bald man stood there, holding the sliced ​​watermelon, stunned.

His wife was still shouting at the top of her lungs from behind the crowd, "Who didn't pay! The guy who took the melon, stop right there!"

After calling out for a long time without getting a response, I turned around and saw that apart from two old men still rummaging through their pockets for change, everyone else had run away from the stall.

Where are they?

Just then, one of the old men who had been waiting for a long time without buying a melon put the 15 cents he had taken out back into his pocket.

"Uncle, don't you want the melon anymore?"

The bald man got anxious.

"What do you want?!"

The old man rolled his eyes and pointed at the watermelon on the cutting board.

"If I hadn't come here to cool off, would I be here? Other places are much better now!"

The old man turned his head and joined Liu Guangming's team.

The bald man was so angry he almost overturned the cutting board.

To prevent acid from getting into their system, they stubbornly cut the food right away.

However, the cutting speed is slow, and it becomes chaotic when there are many people.

Now everyone has run away, and the half-cut watermelon on the cutting board is directly exposed to the blazing sun.

Within five minutes, the surface of the melon pulp began to turn white and soften, and several green flies, which seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, buzzed around the cutting board.

Several other stall owners nearby encountered the same situation.

They stared at each other, each clutching a melon-cutting knife.

Why can't they sell them yet!

But thinking about it, it's true.

In this weather, even they would rather queue up to buy a small cup of refreshing watermelon juice than stand under the scorching sun and eat lukewarm watermelon.

"Damn it, where does this kid get all these ideas from!"

A skinny man selling goods spat angrily on the ground.

"You know what, he had a huge block of real ice! He smashed it with a hammer!"

"What are we going to do with our melons now?"

Several vendors who followed suit completely lost their composure.

I thought that after suffering a loss in the morning, the afternoon would be fine, and I could even make a fortune by blocking the road and offering low prices.

As a result, even if they wanted to make watermelon juice like others, they wouldn't have any ice, and they couldn't even find gauze or a kettle.