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

After Wu Dalong finished speaking, the crowd dispersed in a large circle.

"Oh dear, these two young men are really unlucky. How did they get involved with the Industry and Commerce Bureau?"

An old man pushing a bicycle shook his head.

"That's right. In this sweltering heat, do you think it's easy for people to earn a meager living selling watermelon juice? To come up here and overturn their stall is just cruel."

"Shh! Keep your voice down! That's Wu Dalong! Be careful, or you'll be arrested and fined too!"

The surrounding crowd whispered among themselves.

Actually, everyone has their own judgment, and they all know that watermelon juice is clean and thirst-quenching.

However, no one dares to offend the government at this critical juncture.

After all, these days, those in uniform are seen as supreme by ordinary people.

On the outskirts of the crowd, Chen Defu, with a Hongtashan cigarette with a filter in his mouth, stared at them with a sinister look on his face.

The few henchmen following him were also watching the show.

"Brother Defu, your trick is brilliant!"

"With Brother Da Long in charge, this country bumpkin is really going to be screwed today."

"snort."

Chen Defu sneered, exhaled a smoke ring, and felt incredibly satisfied.

In fact, the more he watched the money in that tin box pile up higher and higher, the more distressed he felt!

How can a peasant who can barely afford to eat earn so much money?

If Wu Dalong smashes this place up today, confiscates all the money, and throws Liu Guangming into the industrial and commercial bureau for two or three days...

snort!

Chen Defu became more and more excited as he thought about it, and even couldn't help but scratch his slicked-back hair and straighten his shirt collar.

He is waiting.

When Liu Guangming was pinned to the ground by those businessmen, when Wu Dalong snatched away the iron box full of money from Liu Guangming, and when Liu Guangming cried out and begged for mercy...

He would walk over like a savior and stand in front of Liu Guangming in front of everyone.

That's right, it's just one stop, you don't have to do anything.

The purpose is clear: to show him the difference between them!

When Wu Dalong saw that the two people in front of him did not react after he finished speaking, he thought they were stunned.

He waved his hand triumphantly.

The next moment, several temporary workers in uniforms immediately surrounded them like wolves.

Two men reached out and grabbed the handles of the cart, while another burly man stared intently at the metal box full of loose change on the chopping board, reaching out to grab it.

Liangzi's eyes were bloodshot, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing.

Yes, he's afraid of those who wear hats!

But now, with these hat-wearing men having to do things, he couldn't care less about being afraid!

They couldn't care less about anything else!

"Fuck you, I'll fight you to the death!"

Liangzi reached for the melon-cutting knife on the cutting board.

However, before he could even touch it, a hand firmly pressed down on his wrist.

Liu Guangming stood in front of Liangzi, and with a slight force of his fingers, he pressed Liangzi to the spot.

"Don't move, listen to me."

Liu Guangming lowered his voice, his tone showing no sign of panic.

Liangzi was panting heavily, staring intently at the person opposite him, but he still didn't draw the knife from his hand.

At the stall, Wu Dalong saw Liu Guangming stop Liangzi and assumed that the boy had been frightened by his official authority, which made him even more smug.

"You're smart enough to know what's wrong with you! Do you even know what crime it is to violently resist law enforcement?"

Wu Dalong swaggered forward and pointed at Liu Guangming's nose.

"Go, bring me the money box!"

Upon hearing this, the burly man in uniform immediately reached out to grab the metal box.

That metal box was filled with quite a few hundred-yuan bills; if we took it back to the institute...

Even if each layer passes through the chain, the brothers still have enough money for their late-night snacks.

"Snapped!"

Liu Guangming slapped the lid of the metal box, blocking the man's hand.

The blow was quite forceful; the uniformed man recoiled in pain, his anger flaring immediately: "How dare you obstruct official business?!"

Wu Dalong was also puzzled for a moment.

Why is this kid stopping his own people when I just resisted?

Now, this kid is stopping them again?

What exactly are they trying to do?

He frowned and said, "I see you're refusing to listen to reason! Get him! Cuff him!"

Seeing that several uniformed men were about to pounce on him, Liu Guangming did not retreat but advanced, facing Wu Dalong's arrogant face, reached under the cart and pulled out a cloth bag.

"Captain Wu, right? Don't get so angry."

Liu Guangming's voice was loud and clear, ensuring that everyone in the surrounding crowd could hear him clearly.

"You're accusing me of operating without a license? And of buying and selling illegally?"

Wu Dalong sneered: "Nonsense! I've seen plenty of street thugs like you, all of them are illegal..."

Before he finished speaking, Liu Guangming suddenly pulled something out of the bag.

Then, in full view of everyone, he slammed it heavily onto the cutting board used for slicing melons!

It was a neatly folded red notebook with several large characters on the cover that everyone could clearly see.

Individual Business License

On the open page inside, in the bottom right corner, there was a bright red, glaring circular stamp!

"Open your eyes wide and look carefully, what is this!"

Liu Guangming shouted sternly, instantly turning the tables and suppressing Liu Guangming's momentum.

The uniformed man with a fierce face froze in mid-air, and the two men gripping the handlebars were also stunned.

Wu Dalong's sneer froze instantly.

He instinctively leaned forward, staring intently at the red notebook.

He was all too familiar with the seal of the Industrial and Commercial Bureau!

The bright red ink color and the font layout are absolutely genuine!

How is this possible?!

A country bumpkin selling broken watermelon juice on the street actually got a business license?!

In the past, eight out of ten of these street vendors were unregistered residents, and they would simply slip a pack of cigarettes or some money to get away with it when they were stopped by inspection.

Who would voluntarily go out of their way to get this done!

"Open your eyes wide and look carefully!"

Liu Guangming pointed to the words on the license and read them aloud, word by word.

"Operator: Liu Guangming"

Business Scope: Retail of cold drinks and fresh fruits. Business Mode: Mobile stall.

He straightened up and stared intently at Wu Dalong:

"Captain Wu, this is the certificate that your county's industrial and commercial bureau's registration and licensing department personally processed for me yesterday afternoon."

"The signature was done by your people, and the stamp was affixed by your people!"

"I'm operating legally, responding to the national call to make a living on my own, and I have all the necessary permits. What right do you have to touch my stall? What right do you have to steal my earnings?!"

Liu Guangming's words were forceful and righteous!

The onlookers were never afraid of things getting out of hand.

Upon seeing that Liu Guangming acted and spoke with reason and evidence, they were immediately in uproar.

"Wow, so they had a notebook!"

"If they have a permit, doesn't that mean they're operating legally? Then aren't the business registration authorities just arresting people arbitrarily?"

"Exactly! They're just jealous of how much money others are making, so they come here to rob us. They're like bandits!"

And so, the voices of the people grew louder and louder, and all the pointing and whispering were directed at Wu Dalong and his group.