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

Liu Guangming glanced at Zhao Xiaojun with some surprise, taken aback by his support.

Moreover, what they said does make sense.

However, Liang Ge and his gang...

If you want to go into business together, loyalty alone isn't enough.

Liu Guangming didn't continue Zhao Xiaojun's conversation; instead, he put away his smile.

"Brother Liang, Xiao Jun is flattering me."

"I understand your desire to find a way to survive for your brothers."

"But let's be frank, you can't do this job."

Upon hearing this, the faces of the young men who had been full of anticipation immediately changed.

The henchman with a tuft of dyed yellow hair next to him straightened his neck and took a step forward:

"Hey! How can you talk like that? Who do you think you are!"

"What are you doing! Go back!"

Liangzi suddenly waved his hand holding the cigarette, stopping his underling.

He turned to look at Liu Guangming, his expression somewhat strained.

"Young man, what do you mean by that? Are you disgusted by our bad reputation and afraid of getting tainted by it?"

"It's not about reputation."

Liu Guangming didn't beat around the bush, pointing to himself and Zhao Xiaojun.

"Brother Liang, look at me and Xiaojun, two clean-cut students. When people pass by, they see us and buy a cup of juice from us, just for a refreshing and reassuring drink."

Then, he flicked his finger, pointing at Liangzi and his brothers behind him:

"Look at you guys. Floral shirts, flip-flops, and cigarettes dangling from your mouths."

Liu Guangming took a step forward and looked directly into Liangzi's eyes:

"Let's put ourselves in their shoes. If you got off the train with your wife and kids, hot and thirsty, and saw a few shirtless men smoking and selling watermelon juice, would you dare to buy some?"

That was a very solid blow.

The few underlings who had been defiant just moments before looked at each other, their clothes covered in sweat and mud, and were speechless.

Liu Guangming didn't stop, and continued:

"Besides, you guys just wander around the square, curse at whoever you don't like, and you can easily make a few bucks or two. That's easy."

"Could it be used for business?"

Liu Guangming tapped the chopping board next to him.

"These past two days, we've had to get up at 5 a.m. to go to the farmers' market and buy several hundred kilograms of melons."

"Then, under the scorching sun of over 30 degrees Celsius, we stood there for most of the day."

"Chopping melons, juicing them, collecting money, and giving change—I didn't even have time to drink water."

"When you encounter those picky customers, you still have to put on a smiling face."

"How many days can you endure this kind of hardship? Don't let your enthusiasm wane after just three days, and then quit because you find it tiring. That would only make things worse."

Liu Guangming said these things partly to tell the truth, but also with a purpose.

Young people in today's society are used to being undisciplined. If they can't even listen to this harsh truth, then there's no way we can cooperate.

However, after these words were spoken, the atmosphere became somewhat awkward.

Zhao Xiaojun stood aside without saying a word.

He felt that these words were a bit too direct, and not quite like Liu Guangming's style.

In addition, there was also a bit of fear that Liangzi and his group would turn on them and overturn the stall on the spot.

Unexpectedly, after hearing these words, Liangzi not only didn't get angry, but instead threw the half-eaten Hongtashan cigarette on the ground and crushed it with the sole of his shoe.

"That's right."

Liangzi let out a long sigh of relief, and the smile on his face vanished.

He turned around and looked at his brothers behind him:

"Did you hear that? No wonder he got into university, he speaks so clearly."

"Let's look at ourselves in the mirror. Do we look like someone who actually does a proper job?"

The blond-haired guy muttered, "Brother Liang, we've always been in this area..."

"What a load of rubbish!"

Liangzi suddenly raised his voice, pointing to the rusty clock on the train station building, "We've been here for three years! What have we accomplished?"

"When we go to a restaurant for a bowl of noodles, the owner is afraid we won't pay! When we go home for Chinese New Year, our own parents won't even let us sit at the table, afraid of embarrassing us!"

Liangzi became more and more agitated as he spoke, and his eyes even turned a little red:

"Who the hell was born wanting to be a vagrant? Now the factories won't hire us, and when we go out to find work, people think we're dishonest."

"Are we just going to endure these days until we're old and have to beg for food?"

He turned around and grabbed Liu Guangming's arm:

"Brother, everything you just said was absolutely right."

"The way we're behaving right now is really unpopular."

"But we want to live a decent life!"

Liangzi gritted his teeth, "I want to earn some clean money, take it home, slam it on my dad's table, and tell him that his son isn't a good-for-nothing!"

"As long as it makes us money, we'll shave our heads tomorrow and burn our floral shirts!"

"If you can endure this hardship, then we brothers can too!"

Liangzi spoke from the bottom of his heart, and the henchmen behind him all lowered their heads and clenched their fists.

Silence fell again.

However, Liu Guangming nodded to himself inwardly.

To be honest, although these people have picked up some bad habits from society, they're not completely rotten to the core.

That's true, who doesn't want to live a good life?

Since that's the case, there's no need for me to keep nagging.

"Okay, Brother Liang, that's enough."

Liu Guangming patted Liangzi on the shoulder with his other hand, his tone softening.

"Want to work for me? No problem, I do have other ideas."

"But I'm a man of principle, and I have to be upfront about this. Since we're teaming up, we have to follow my rules."

Liangzi perked up: "Tell me! What are the rules?"

Liu Guangming held up three fingers: "The Three Prohibitions of Iron-Blooded Discipline. Listen carefully."

"First, no one is allowed to engage in bullying or monopolistic practices."

"From now on, no more protection money will be collected from this square, and no more taking over other people's territory. We'll earn money through our own abilities, not through the mafia."

"Secondly, shortchanging customers and passing off inferior goods as superior ones are strictly prohibited."

"The products sold to customers must be clean, good melons and good water. Anyone who dares to dilute tap water into the juice, or try to fool people with sour or bad melons, should get out of here as soon as possible."

"Third, you are not allowed to harass women or get into conflicts with guests."

"Businessmen, no matter how difficult the buyer is, must be polite. If you can't control your hands and mouth, how can you do business?"

"Of course, if someone deliberately causes trouble, we won't back down!"

"Brother Liang, I've finished speaking. What do you guys think?"