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

Seeing this, Liu Guangming reached into his pocket and pulled out two ten-yuan bills.

The sign "Great Unity" was very eye-catching in the setting sun, which surprised several young people from the community.

"Brother Liang, wait a minute."

Liu Guangming stepped forward and stuffed the money into Liangzi's hand.

"Since you said you knew how to use a handcart, I'll just give you the money and you can go by yourself; I won't go."

When Liangzi saw the money, he froze for a moment, and his hand inexplicably recoiled behind him: "Brother, those were just sold as junk, why would I need so much..."

Liu Guangming forcefully shoved the money into his hand, his tone resolute, "You just said it yourself, some tires need patching, crossbeams need replacing, which of those things doesn't cost money?"

"Take this twenty yuan; consider it as preliminary preparation funds."

Liangzi was completely stunned. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and his eyes even turned a little red.

He had been hanging around this area for over three years, and he knew what the neighbors thought of them.

If you go to a convenience store to buy a pack of cigarettes on credit, the shopkeeper has to be careful that they don't pay you back.

Now, this soon-to-be college student, whom he's only known for two days, is not only willing to help him make money, but also directly takes out twenty yuan and gives it to him.

"Bro, aren't you afraid I'll run off with the money?"

Liangzi's throat was dry.

Liu Guangming smiled and said, "If you doubt someone, don't use them; if you use someone, don't doubt them."

"We're going to do something big, and I believe in you!"

"All done!"

Liangzi didn't waste any more words. He carefully put the money into his pocket and nodded heavily.

He turned and waved to his henchmen, then shouted:

"Let's go! Go with Old Li! Get the car fixed, then we'll get ourselves ready!"

After saying that, the five young men, as if injected with adrenaline, ran off in a flurry, their backs radiating a resolute determination.

Zhao Xiaojun stood to the side, watching the group run away, and couldn't help but click his tongue.

"Brother Guangming, you're awesome."

Zhao Xiaojun gave a thumbs up.

"With just a few words and a couple of bills, you managed to subdue this group of people. Your methods are even more... more impressive than those of my dad's cops."

When his father, Zhao Youcai, was mentioned, Zhao Xiaojun's mood instantly somber.

Liu Guangming patted him on the shoulder.

"Alright, let's split the money!"

Liu Guangming took the canvas bag containing the money and poured all the loose change onto the cutting board.

The two men rummaged through a pile of small bills and counted them carefully.

Afterwards, Liu Guangming calculated the cost of paper cups and ice cubes for lunch and came to a conclusion.

I made a net profit of 82.4 yuan today.

Zhao Xiaojun didn't say much, just kept the same as before, sticking to the agreed-upon percentage.

After dividing the money, the two went their separate ways home.

When Zhao Xiaojun returned home, he saw his father, Zhao Youcai, wearing a white vest, sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, drinking tea and reading the newspaper.

"Where have you been running off to again? What time is it?!"

When Zhao Youcai saw him return, he didn't even raise his head, and just snorted through his nose.

Zhao Xiaojun suppressed his disgust and pretended to be excitedly greedy for money as he moved closer.

"Dad, I went to sell watermelons with Brother Guangming! Guess how much we made today?"

Zhao Youcai put down his newspaper and glanced at his son.

"How much? You started selling well yesterday, how could others not follow suit? Today, you'll be lucky to get ten or eight yuan at most."

"Look at you, all filthy! What kind of appearance do you look like!"

"hehe."

Zhao Xiaojun deliberately widened his eyes.

"Brother Guangming said that at this rate, he could earn enough to cover his college tuition and living expenses in one summer! He also said he'd be setting up a stall at the train station every day from now on!"

Although Zhao Youcai didn't hear the specific number, he was indeed stunned for a moment.

However, a cold laugh followed.

What's the point of making so much money? You're still just a money-grubbing individual.

In the eyes of powerful officials like Zhao Youcai, doing business is considered low-class and a waste of time.

Even if you, Liu Guangming, earn a thousand yuan, as long as you have no power or influence, aren't you just a soft persimmon that anyone can easily bully?

These past two days he has been discussing the final details with Chen Jianguo from the Education Bureau.

He was originally worried that Liu Guangming might get a high score and then go around asking around and filing complaints, causing trouble that would be hard to handle.

It seems that this kid has completely fallen into the trap of money.

Great! That's wonderful!

The more depraved Liu Guangming becomes, the less risk they face in their operations.

When the university admission notices are sent out in September, this kid will probably still be cutting watermelons on the street. He might even think that selling watermelons can make money, and studying is not important!

"Alright, alright, look at how pathetic you are."

Zhao Youcai waved his hand.

"It's fine to earn some pocket money with him, but don't let your mind wander. You're going to take over your father's job in the police station someday, so stay away from these lowlifes."

Zhao Xiaojun lowered his head, said "Oh," and turned to go back to his room.

The moment he closed the door, he gritted his teeth and clenched his fists so tightly they cracked.

The lowest of the low?

You bunch of officials who wear human skin but do nothing human, scheming about other people's futures every day, you are the most despicable!

The next morning at 5:30.

The main entrance of the farmers' market.

As soon as Liu Guangming arrived with his cart, he saw five people squatting neatly on the curb.

Behind each person is a handcart.

Although it looks a bit worn out, it has to be said that it's been cleaned up quite well.

Furthermore, upon closer inspection, Liu Guangming almost burst out laughing.

Are these the same arrogant, thuggish young men from yesterday?

With Liangzi leading the way, the five of them not only washed their hair thoroughly, but also removed all their signature floral shirts.

Instead, there were five white shirts.

Although some of the shirt collars were frayed from washing, and some were more than a size too big, hanging loosely on his body, he did look like a serious worker.

There were also four repaired old handcarts parked neatly next to it, with basins, buckets and kitchen knives on them.

"Hey bro, how's it going?"

Liangzi stood up, tugged at his white shirt, and chuckled.

"I found this by rummaging through drawers and cabinets in the middle of the night. My brothers did the same, turning the old man's wardrobe upside down in the middle of the night."

"Brother Liang, you're very particular!"

Liu Guangming burst into laughter and gave a thumbs up.

In this day and age, a white shirt is a symbol of respectability.

The fact that these people are wearing these outfits shows they're determined to do it.

"Enough with the chit-chat, let's get to the inventory!"

The group rushed into the market and, with their numbers, managed to pull out 1,500 jin (750 kg) of watermelons in one go.

Then, Liu Guangming went back yesterday and specifically asked his brother-in-law Zhou Dehou to get the crushed ice and several large bags of paper cups, and distribute them all.

After finishing all that, Liu Guangming took out a piece of paper with a simple map of the county town drawn on it.

"Brother Liang, go to the movie theater entrance."

"Skinny, go to the Cultural Palace Square."

"Yellow Hair, the Dongguan roller skating rink is yours."

"Fatty and Crew Head, you two are in charge of the street in front of No. 1 Middle School, one of you guarding one end."

"Remember the three rules I mentioned yesterday! No matter what happens, harmony brings wealth. Be sweet-talking and quick-handed!"

"clear!"

The five men responded in unison, each pushing their carts, and set off proudly to various corners of the county town.