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

The crowds in the train station square gradually thinned out.

"Sold out! Time to pack up!"

Zhao Xiaojun shouted at the top of his lungs, then slumped down on the edge of the cart, panting heavily.

Five hundred pounds of watermelon have all been turned into chilled watermelon juice.

A cup costs 15 cents, and during peak hours, there's no need to ask for change; many people simply order two cups.

The afternoon's earnings were almost double those of yesterday.

Liu Guangming took the aluminum basin and kettle to the tap and rinsed them.

Before I finished washing, I heard a series of heavy footsteps from the side.

"You little brat, you're pretty capable, aren't you!"

Surprisingly, it was the bald man who led the other stall owners who had followed suit, and they surrounded them aggressively.

The bald man's face turned bright red, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.

Zhao Xiaojun jumped to his feet and grabbed the rolling pin from the handlebars.

"What are you doing? Business is business based on skill, are you trying to rob me?"

"Robbery? I'm going to wreck your mess today!"

The bald man slammed the back of his knife heavily against Liu Guangming's cart, making the wooden planks vibrate loudly.

"Everyone here sets up a stall, don't you know the rules? I've got three hundred pounds of melons stuck with me, they're all spoiled! You have to pay for them!"

A skinny man nearby chimed in, "That's right! You ate all the meat without leaving us a drop of soup! This isn't over!"

Seeing this, Liu Guangming shook the water droplets off his hands and walked back.

He glanced at the mess of sour watermelons scattered on the ground behind the stall owners.

"You're not very bright, you want to follow the trend but you're unwilling to invest the capital. Your watermelons aren't selling, so you're coming to me looking for trouble?"

Liu Guangming showed no mercy whatsoever.

"Do you own this train station plaza? Do you expect me to care what you do, even when you're taking a dump?"

"Hey kid, you're pretty arrogant talking like that!"

The bald man was furious and was about to rush over and attack Liu Guangming.

Just then, a lazy whistle came from not far away.

"Hey, bald guy, haven't seen you in a few days, you've gotten quite temperamental, huh? Who are you trying to scare?"

The group of people were taken aback and turned to look.

Liangzi was wearing a floral shirt, flip-flops, and had half a Hongtashan cigarette dangling from his mouth. Several young men followed behind him.

The bald man's hand, holding the knife, froze in mid-air, and his expression changed instantly.

"Liang...Brother Liang, what brings you here?"

Liangzi blew a smoke ring, walked up to the bald man, and looked at him sideways.

"What, you're in charge of this train station plaza now?"

The bald man swallowed hard and quickly put the knife down.

"No, Brother Liang, listen to me."

"Those two bastards are so unscrupulous, stealing my business. I can't sell those hundreds of kilograms of melons, I'm going to ask them for some compensation for my losses..."

"I want compensation for your mother's losses!"

Liangzi pursed his lips and pointed at the bald man's nose.

"You're such a pig-brain, you can't even beat others in business, so you come here to act tough?"

"Let me tell you, this train station is where everyone eats, and it's also where I, Liangzi, protect."

"If you dare to cause trouble on this turf, or resort to such underhanded tactics, believe me, you won't even have a place to stand in this area anymore!"

The brothers who came with Liangzi immediately surrounded him, each of them clenching their fists, their bones cracking.

Seeing this, the bald man didn't dare to say a word.

His wife quickly pulled him back.

Seeing this, the remaining stall owners also slunk away from the square.

Watching the group of people roll away, Zhao Xiaojun finally breathed a sigh of relief and put the rolling pin back in his hand.

Liangzi turned around, put on a smiling face, and raised his chin at Liu Guangming.

"How's it going, soon-to-be college student? Not scared, are you?"

Liu Guangming smiled, took out a few clean paper cups, opened the kettle, poured a few cups, and handed them over.

This pot was reserved for himself and Xiaojun.

"Thanks, Brother Liang."

Liangzi and the others took the drinks and, without any hesitation, downed them in one gulp.

"Hey, this tastes really good!"

He wiped his mouth and turned to examine Liu Guangming closely.

"Young man, I'm truly impressed."

Liangzi gave a thumbs up.

"In the morning, I hired a few of my brothers for seven yuan to sample the food, and they immediately exposed the true colors of the other stalls."

"This afternoon, let's just make some chilled watermelon juice and rub these guys into the ground. What's wrong with your brain?"

As Liu Guangming tidied up the cutting board, he casually replied:

"Oh, I just came up with this idea to earn tuition fees and make a living."

Liangzi sighed, took out a cigarette case from his pocket, and handed one to Liu Guangming.

Liu Guangming waved his hand to indicate that he wouldn't draw.

Liangzi lit it himself, took a puff, and the smoke dissipated in the hot air.

"Young man, let me speak from the bottom of my heart."

"Don't let my appearance fool you. I'm always hanging around this train station, and I have a few brothers with me. I may seem pretty impressive."

Liangzi pointed to the tall, thin guy and a few blond guys behind him.

"Actually, none of us have a proper job."

"My father doesn't love me, my mother doesn't care about me, and even when I go to work as a temporary worker in the factory, people look down on me."

"Now I wander around here every day, collecting protection money. If I run into an honest person, I'll scare them a bit, but if I run into a tough guy, I'll have to act like a coward."

"To put it bluntly, they're just a bunch of drifters who're just waiting to die."

Liang flicked his cigarette ash, his tone unusually bitter.

"I've truly been amazed by your skills these past two days."

"You're an educated person, you're smart. I just want to ask you, are there any other ways to make money?"

"If you can bring me along, along with my brothers, then around this train station area, anyone who dares to lay a finger on you will be the first to be crippled by me, Liangzi!"

Liu Guangming stopped what he was doing and looked at Liangzi.

To be honest, there are too many unemployed young people like Liangzi these days.

When another wave of layoffs comes, the streets will be full of people who can't find work.

Liangzi and his gang are indeed hated for collecting protection money, but in today's case, the other party followed the rules, did things for money, and didn't bully others.

Just as Liu Guangming was deep in thought, Zhao Xiaojun spoke up.

He looked at Liangzi, then at the money bag in his hand.

Suddenly, the scene of overhearing his own father, Zhao Youcai, and Chen Jianguo conspiring together outside the guesthouse window last night flashed into his mind.

Her own father, dressed in a crisp uniform and sitting in the police station, spouted doctrines and rules, but behind the scenes, he was doing despicable things like stealing other people's college entrance exam records and ruining their lives.

How hypocritical that is!

Then look at Liang Ge in front of you, wearing a floral shirt and flip-flops.

Although he's a thug, he actually does his job when he gets paid. Just now, when he saw someone smashing up a stall, he didn't even ask for money and went straight out to settle things.

A strong sense of absurdity suddenly welled up in Zhao Xiaojun's heart.

It turns out that in this world, not everyone who wears a uniform is a good person, and not everyone who is a thug is a scumbag.

The most terrifying are those hypocrites who wear human skin but are full of wicked and immoral thoughts.

"Brother Guangming".

Zhao Xiaojun turned his head and looked at Liu Guangming, his tone very serious.

"Brother Liang and his team are quite considerate. If it weren't for them, we would have had to put in a lot more effort today."

Zhao Xiaojun patted the cart.

"Besides, with just the two of us, this business can only grow to this size at most."

"We're both exhausted from yesterday and today."

"If you want to expand, you'll definitely need more people. Liang's group of brothers is just right; more people means more strength."

Hearing Zhao Xiaojun's support, Liangzi's eyes lit up, and he quickly seized the opportunity to climb up the pole.

"Yes, yes, yes! This young man is right! We may not be very educated, but as long as it makes money, you tell us where to go, and we'll go without hesitation!"