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

In the early 1990s, entertainment options were scarce in this small county town, and movie theaters were the most popular place for young men and women to go.

As the early morning movie ended, a large group of people walked out.

Liangzi swallowed hard. He looked down at his ill-fitting white shirt, then at the gleaming aluminum basin and the faded gauze in front of him. He felt awkward no matter how he stood.

In the past, when he stood on the street, he would have a cigarette dangling from his lips, his leg shaking, and he would glare at anyone he didn't like.

Unlike now, where "harmony brings wealth".

Also, although the white shirt was a size too big, the collar was buttoned up tightly, which still made him sweat profusely, but he dared not unbutton it.

I have to say, this shirt is nice, but it's also stuffy.

However, as Brother Guangming said yesterday, this is called a vanity project.

If you want to make money, you have to stand up straight and smile when customers come!

Just then, a few young men with dyed yellow hair and wearing bell-bottoms strolled over.

These people had met Liangzi before, so they were practically acquaintances.

The leader spotted Liangzi, paused for a moment, then pointed at him and burst into laughter:

"Hey! Isn't this Brother Liang!"

"What's wrong? Haven't seen you for a few days, and you've got diarrhea?"

"Switched to selling watermelons? But why are you dressed like that?"

Liangzi's face twitched, and he instinctively wanted to grab the kitchen knife from the cutting board and curse.

The moment his hand touched the knife handle, Liu Guangming's "Three Iron-Blooded Prohibitions" flashed through his mind.

He took a deep breath and swallowed the profanity that was about to come out.

Although the forced smile looked somewhat crooked and distorted, he still spoke politely:

"Hey guys, did you get too hot watching the movie? Here, try some of my chilled watermelon juice."

"One cent and fifty cents a cup, or your money back if it's not sweet."

To be honest, those young people were just joking around, but seeing Liangzi's unusual behavior, they inexplicably felt a bit more polite.

"Okay, Liang, give me a drink to try."

Liangzi naturally accepted the money, quickly pounding the watermelon juice, taking a paper cup, pouring the watermelon juice, adding crushed ice, and handing it over with both hands.

The man took it and gulped it down, immediately feeling a cool sensation rush to his head, and the summer heat subsided by more than half.

He smacked his lips and shouted to his companion, "Hey! That's really refreshing! Much better than the orange juice from the supply and marketing cooperative!"

"Brother Liang, you're really something! How did you figure that out?"

Without going into anything else, at a time like this, this shout was a breakthrough.

The surrounding moviegoers immediately gathered around, eager to see what was going on.

However, once you see it, you're immediately captivated by the aroma of the chilled watermelon juice.

"Boss, two drinks, please!"

"I'll have three cups, with extra ice!"

Suddenly, Liangzi was so busy he barely had time to breathe.

After all, there's only one person, who has to collect the money, pour the juice, and after finishing one pot, he still has to get another watermelon.

However, once you get the hang of it, it's quite fast.

Moreover, he's finding it increasingly enjoyable to do it.

It has to be said, just making watermelon juice and pouring it into a cup and they charge you, the money comes too easily!

At least, it's much more satisfying than before, when we would ambush middle school students at the entrance of an alley and collect protection money!

Meanwhile, at the train station exit.

Liu Guangming sat under the shade of a tree, watching Zhao Xiaojun skillfully handle a group of passengers.

After yesterday, two or three more stalls selling watermelons appeared in the square, some even setting up a basin to juice them.

Therefore, their business is not as booming as it was yesterday.

Just because they looked cleaner, their business was still better than other stalls.

After dealing with this situation, Liu Guangming stood up and said to Zhao Xiaojun.

"Xiao Jun, now that the train station is under control, I'll go and check all the locations."

"Liangzi and the others were doing it themselves on the first day, and we were worried they might make mistakes."

Hearing Liu Guangming say this, Zhao Xiaojun patted his chest and assured him:

"Don't worry, brother! I'll take care of things here, that'll be enough!"

Liu Guangming nodded and turned to walk towards the center of the county town.

He first went to the cultural center and the roller skating rink. Although Huang Mao and the skinny guy stumbled a bit at first, they got on track.

By the time he arrived at the movie theater entrance, the sun was already high in the sky.

From afar, you could see Liangzi sweating profusely as he wielded a rolling pin, with seven or eight people gathered around his stall.

"Brother Liang."

Liu Guangming parked his car and walked over.

"Oh, my dear brother, you've finally arrived!"

Liangzi looked up, his face beaming with joy, and casually grabbed the towel hanging around his neck to wipe away his sweat.

"You've chosen a really great location; people are so happy to buy things here! I'm already overwhelmed with work all by myself."

"Don't worry, I'll lend a hand."

Without saying a word, Liu Guangming washed his hands and took the work from Liangzi.

With the two working together, their efficiency doubled, and the team was quickly cleared out.

Just as the two were about to sit down and catch their breath, five or six young men pushing bicycles walked over from the street corner, laughing and joking.

The person at the front was wearing a polyester short-sleeved shirt, a pair of brand-new Warrior sneakers, and twirling a pair of sunglasses in his hand.

It was Chen Defu.

Chen Defu is in a good mood today.

He just treated a few of his buddies to a movie and was about to find a soda shop to get some soft drinks.

"Brother Fu, there's a cold drink stall over there! Iced watermelon juice, looks pretty fresh!"

A lackey pointed at Liangzi's stall and shouted.

Chen Defu turned his head and looked in that direction, and immediately saw the large watermelon on the stall.

"Iced watermelon juice? That's great!"

After sauntering over to the stall, Chen Defu pulled out a one-yuan bill from his pocket and slapped it on the counter.

"Boss, six glasses, please! Extra ice."

As soon as he finished speaking, the person behind the stall who was cutting melons with his head down looked up.

Eyes facing each other.

Chen Defu's smug expression froze instantly.

Liu Guangming was stunned for half a second, then regained his composure.

He grabbed a towel to wipe the juice off his hands and pushed the one-yuan coin back.

"Sorry, we're sold out."

Chen Defu stared at Liu Guangming, then glanced at the basin next to him that was half full of watermelon pulp, and his temper flared up instantly.

However, before he could speak, his henchman spoke up.

"I said, are you fucking kidding me? This is all just fluff!"

"What do you mean? You're not selling to us?"

After he finished speaking, one of his underlings tried to grab Liu Guangming by the collar.

However, it didn't work out.

Because Liangzi, who had been silent all along, suddenly took a step forward, blocking Liu Guangming's path, and slammed the melon-cutting knife against the basin twice.

Then, Liangzi's face fell, and he unleashed the fierceness he had developed from years of street life.

"Just buy things, watch your mouth. Try touching him and see what happens!"

Although he didn't know why Liu Guangming was abandoning his business and saying it was sold out.

But then I thought, Liu Guangming must have a reason for doing things, this is probably an unwelcome guest!

The fact that the other party was ready to take action further confirmed his suspicions.

When Liangzi arrived, Chen Defu and his men were startled and took a half step back, none of them daring to step forward.

They were just a group of high school students who usually skipped classes and got into fights. If they actually encountered these social misfits, their legs would cramp up.

Liu Guangming patted Liangzi on the shoulder, signaling him to put the knife away.

"I'm an open business owner; I can sell to whomever I want."

Liu Guangming looked at Chen Defu and said calmly, "But as for you, I'm not selling to you. Please leave."

Chen Defu's face turned bright red, feeling as if he had lost all face.

He wanted to curse loudly, but seeing Liangzi's murderous look, he swallowed his profanities.

"Fine, you think you can do it? We'll see!"

After saying that, Chen Defu turned and left.

Even his younger brothers felt ashamed and slunk behind him.

And so, Chen Defu returned home in a fit of rage, angrily pushing open the door to the main room.

Chen Jianguo was wearing reading glasses and sitting on the sofa, flipping through a newspaper.

Hearing the noise, Chen Jianguo frowned:

"Defu, how old are you? So clumsy! Are you going to fix this broken door?"

"Dad! I ran into that bastard from the night before last today!"

Chen Defu grabbed the herbal tea on the table and took a big gulp, slamming his fist on the table in anger.

"Who?"

Chen Jianguo didn't react for a moment.

"It's the one that crashed into me!"

Then, Chen Defu, gritting his teeth, recounted the events that had just occurred at the movie theater entrance, embellishing the story.

"Dad, you have no idea how arrogant that kid is now."

"I'm stuck in this mess, a social drifter, selling watermelon juice at a stall, and they won't even sell to me!"

After listening, Chen Jianguo took off his reading glasses and put them on the table, letting out a somewhat impatient snort.

"I thought it was something serious. He's just a small-time speculator."

Chen Jianguo picked up his teacup and blew on the tea leaves.

"Defu, you're just too short-sighted."

"What's the use of him earning so much hard-earned money? Without connections or background, he's just a piece of fat meat in this county town, anyone can take a bite."

"Once September arrives, you'll take your university admission letter and go to college. After that, you'll have a stable job and become a government official."

"What about this kind of person? Even if he makes a little money, he's only fit to cut watermelons on the street for the rest of his life!"

"To argue with him would be beneath one's dignity."

"Too."

Chen Defu nodded in agreement.

However, although he felt that his father made sense, he just couldn't swallow his anger.

The way Liu Guangming looked at him, completely disregarding him, was even more upsetting than being scolded.

Chen Defu didn't say anything, turned around and went back to his room.

After closing the door, Chen Defu tossed and turned on the bed.

I still couldn't swallow it.

No, I already gave in last time and paid them money, so there's no deep-seated grudge, right?

Even if he did, how could a peasant selling watermelons be so arrogant?

Damn it, he needs to be taught a lesson!

Chen Defu sat up abruptly, a figure flashing into his mind.

His second cousin, Wu Dalong.

Wu Dalong was just transferred to the county's industrial and commercial bureau this year through connections. It seems he's been involved in some kind of urban appearance improvement project lately.

He also encountered Wu Dalong on the street, who was wearing a hat and wielding a stick, looking quite imposing.

Liu Guangming, who pulls a rickety cart around the streets, isn't he under the jurisdiction of his second cousin?!