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

Chen Defu's shout caused an uproar in the cinema square.

Passersby buying melon juice turned their heads to look at Liu Guangming and Liangzi, who had just pushed their cart over.

Liangzi was pushing the cart when he heard the noise, and his brows furrowed into a knot.

He stopped the cart and looked around at the stall across the street, which was decorated with a red cloth and had a gaudy, colorful display.

"Brother Guangming, who is that person?"

Liangzi spat on the ground and pointed at Chen Defu, who was laughing arrogantly.

"Judging from his behavior, it seems like he's yelling at us. Do we have a grudge?"

Liu Guangming glanced at Liangzi's finger without stopping and casually replied.

"I know him; he's the son of an education bureau leader."

"Oh, so he's the son of a high-ranking official?"

Liangzi was taken aback for a moment, then rolled up his sleeves.

"This son of a high-ranking official is setting up a stall and doing business now?"

"However, they're stealing our business, and they still dare to be so arrogant!"

"Never mind, Liang-ge."

Liu Guangming waved his hand, "They're just a few flies, let them buzz away."

"Go to the base of that big old locust tree."

Liu Guangming pointed to the shadiest spot on the edge of the square.

Liangzi was puzzled, but since Liu Guangming had given the order, he did as he was told.

However, what Liangzi didn't expect was...

After pushing the cart under the shade of a tree, Liu Guangming plopped down on the cart shaft and then closed his eyes to rest.

This left Liangzi completely dumbfounded.

"Hey bro, are we just going to give up setting up our stall and just sit here like this?"

"Take a break."

Liu Guangming uttered two words.

"It's only morning, so there aren't that many people yet."

"Moreover, judging from the way those people look, I reckon there's going to be a good show later."

"All right!"

Seeing Liu Guangming say this, Liangzi simply sat down and rested as well.

Across the street, Chen Defu craned his neck, staring intently at Liu Guangming's movements.

Seeing that Liu Guangming hadn't even unloaded the car and had instead huddled under the shade of a tree, Chen Defu was stunned for a moment, then burst into wild laughter.

"Hahaha! Dafei, Monkey, look!"

Chen Defu laughed so hard that tears almost came out, and he slapped his thigh repeatedly.

"I thought he was so capable! Seeing our force, he was scared out of his wits!"

Dafei laughed along, "Brother Fu, you're amazing! What's that called again? Subduing the enemy without a fight! That's real style!"

The monkey nodded frantically beside him, "Exactly!"

"What can a street vendor like him possibly do against Brother Fu? We're throwing money at him!"

The customers buying melon juice around them paid one cent per can and didn't care about their grudges. They all crowded in front of Chen Defu's stall.

"Give me two drinks!"

"Hurry, hurry, I'm dying of thirst!"

Chen Defu, brimming with confidence, waved his hand and said, "Dafei, get to it! Today we'll go all out and show that Liu guy what real strength is!"

However, Chen Defu's smugness did not last long.

The sun was getting stronger, and the crowds outside the movie theater were starting to increase.

Just as Chen Defu was busy collecting one-cent bills, several creaking sounds of wheels suddenly came from both ends of the square.

Three middle-aged men, shirtless, pushed a cart full of watermelons into the square.

As soon as they arrived, they quickly set up a table, took out a kitchen knife and an aluminum basin, and started cutting melons and juicing them.

Dafei was scooping watermelon juice when he looked up and was completely dumbfounded.

"Brother Fu! Look, someone's trying to steal our business again!"

Chen Defu's heart skipped a beat, and he turned to look.

The three men had clearly seen yesterday's booming business and came specifically to follow suit today.

One of the bald men had sharp eyes and immediately spotted the cardboard sign that read "One Cent" standing in front of Chen Defu's stall.

The bald man cursed under his breath and then shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Iced watermelon juice! One cent a cup! All my watermelons are big and juicy, guaranteed sweet!"

The other two vendors, not to be outdone, joined in the shouting.

"One cent a cup! No extra charge for less ice!"

These people do manual labor all year round, and they can cut melons and juice them much faster than Dafei and Monkey.

In an instant, bright red watermelon juice was extracted.

The people who were originally queuing in front of Chen Defu's stall saw that there was no need to wait next to him and the price was the same, so they weren't stupid and most of them ran away in an instant.

The number of customers at Chen Defu's place has visibly decreased.

"Where the hell did this bastard come from?!"

Chen Defu was so angry that his face turned green.

He schemed against Liu Guangming, but forgot to scheme against the street vendors who followed suit!

"Brother Fu, what do we do?"

Dafei was so anxious he was wringing his hands. "They've all lured the customers away! We still have over a thousand pounds of melons to cut!"

Chen Defu gritted his teeth, staring at the stalls across the street, then turned to look at Liu Guangming, who was still enjoying the shade under the tree.

We absolutely cannot back down now! Liu Guangming is still watching!

If I just shrink back like this, won't I become a laughing stock?

"Let's start a price war!"

Chen Defu acted impulsively and went completely mad.

He rushed to the cardboard sign, crossed out the words "one cent" and wrote "eight cents" in big letters next to it.

"Shout! Shout it out at eight-tenths!"

Dafei yelled at the top of his lungs, "Eight cents! Eight cents a cup!"

At this moment, the crowd surged towards Chen Defu again.

Upon hearing this, the bald man opposite him flew into a rage and cursed, "Eight cents? Is this kid crazy?! Eight cents? He only makes a cent per cup?"

However, despite the insults, the bald man is a ruthless one.

He slammed the cleaver down on the cutting board and shouted loudly:

"Eight-tenths! Eight-tenths! Mine is eight-tenths a cup too!"

"Holy crap! You still dare to follow?"

Seeing him like this, Chen Defu's eyes turned completely red.

"Damn it, I'm setting up this stall today just to prove myself."

"That kid got beaten up, and you're trying to sabotage me! How am I supposed to make any money now? I'm going to fight for this!"

"I'm dropping to five points!"

"Five cents, five cents a cup!"

Chen Defu's shout silenced the entire square for a second.

Immediately afterward, the crowd erupted in chaos.

"Five cents a cup!"

"Isn't this just giving them an unfair advantage?"

The bald man across from him and the other vendors who were following suit were dumbfounded when they saw him like this.

Five cents a cup?

This isn't even enough to buy paper cups and watermelons!

"A madman! A complete psychopath!"

The bald man got so angry that he threw the rag into the basin and stopped shouting.

This business is doomed; whoever wants to lose money can lose it!

Immediately, the bald man took the lead, pulled the cart, and headed elsewhere.

The others followed suit.

With his competitors silenced, Chen Defu's side naturally experienced an unprecedented surge in customers.

A huge crowd surrounded their red cloth table, making it impossible to move.

"Hahahaha! You dare to mess with me? I'll beat you to a pulp!"

Chen Defu felt extremely pleased as he watched the vendors' discomfiture.

This feeling of spending money to gain prestige is just too addictive!

"Hurry up! Dafei, Monkey, haven't you eaten yet? Cut the watermelon! Quickly cut the watermelon!"

Subsequently, Chen Defu, like a supervisor, frantically urged his cronies to hurry up.

Just then, an older woman wearing a floral shirt, carrying a huge Double Happiness thermos, squeezed to the front.

"Young man, is it five cents a cup?" The old woman slammed the thermos on the table with a dull thud.

Chen Defu paused for a moment, then asked, "Yes, ma'am, how many drinks would you like?"

The woman pulled a one-yuan bill from her pocket and slapped it on the table.

"I don't sell by the cup. Yours is five cents a cup, and my thermos can hold twenty cups."

"Here's a dollar, fill this jug up!"

Dafei was juicing when he heard this, and his hand trembled, almost tipping the bowl over.

"Brother Fu..."

Dafei leaned close to Chen Defu's ear, his voice trembling.

"At five cents a cup, we can't even break even on the cost of the watermelons. Now this old woman is bringing in thermos flasks to fill them; aren't we going to lose money hand over fist?"

Chen Defu's face twitched a few times as he looked at the one yuan in the old woman's hand.

Reason told him that this deal was not worth doing.

But all around were onlookers, the bandwagon vendors across the street were laughing at him, and further away, under the shade of a tree, Liu Guangming was still watching!

"Pack!"

Chen Defu gritted his teeth and squeezed out a single word.

"Brother Fu!"

"I'll teach you to pretend! So what if I lose money? Do you think I'm short of a little cash?"

"Don't forget what we said last night: weather this storm, crush all the competitors, and then we'll raise prices!"

Chen Defu whispered to Dafei.

Dafei had no choice but to grimace as he poured watermelon juice into the thermos, spoonful by spoonful.

This woman's actions were like opening some kind of floodgate.

In less than half an hour, all the residents in the surrounding alleys knew that there was someone selling watermelon juice at a loss outside the movie theater.

Elderly men and women, carrying basins and canteens, marched in a large group towards the square.

"Give me a whole basin of it!"

"I want two pots!"

Faced with this group of people frantically trying to take advantage of the situation, Chen Defu's team completely collapsed.

Dafei and Monkey's arms were so sore that they could barely hold the kitchen knife. Large drops of sweat splattered on the cutting board, and blisters formed on their palms.

But Chen Defu ignored it all and stubbornly persevered in order to maintain his "invincible" image.

"Sell! Sell them all! We're going to crush them today!"

Chen Defu's eyes were bloodshot, like a gambler who had lost everything.

With the frenzied buying by the crowd, the two thousand kilograms of watermelons were completely consumed before 11 a.m.

Even the two large buckets of crushed ice that were brought in were completely devoid of any ice water.

"No...that's all!"

The monkey threw down the knife and collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, his clothes completely soaked with sweat.

Dafei also plopped down on the ground, too exhausted to even speak.

Although Chen Defu hadn't done much work, he had been shouting at the top of his lungs, and now his voice was hoarse.

He looked at the empty rows of carts and then at the slowly dispersing crowd around him, and a huge sense of emptiness suddenly welled up in his heart.

"Alright, we're sold out. Let's settle the account."

Chen Defu coughed twice and gave instructions to Dafei.

Upon hearing this, Dafei also forced himself to get up.

In any case, now is the time to reap the rewards!

The melons are all sold out, so you must have made a lot of money, right?

As Dafei pondered this, he dumped the metal box used for collecting money onto the table.

The group counted for a long time, and the more they counted, the paler their faces became.

"Wha...what's wrong?"

Seeing Dafei's pale face, Chen Defu swallowed and asked.

Dafei raised his head.

"Brother Fu, a few of us chipped in 300 yuan to buy watermelon, ice, and cups."

Dafei waved the crumpled bills around.

"All the money in this box adds up to only 182.5 yuan."

The air fell silent instantly.

The monkey suddenly sat up from the ground: "What?! We worked ourselves to the bone all morning, and we still lost over a hundred yuan?!"

The other young man who was supposed to pay immediately objected.

"Brother Fu, didn't you say last night that we could make a lot of money?"

"That forty yuan was half a month's worth of food money! Now it's all gone down the drain?"

"Yeah, that's outrageous!"

Faced with his brothers' questioning, Chen Defu's face turned pale and then red.

He shouted defiantly, "What's all the fuss about! This is tactics! You don't know anything about tactics! Look at those vendors over there, didn't we drive them away?"

Dafei rolled his eyes and snorted, "They ran away, but we don't even have money for food! What's the point of doing business like this?!"

Chen Defu grew anxious and pointed to the shade of the trees in the distance.

"What about Liu Guangming? Look at Liu Guangming, he hasn't dared to utter a single word all morning. He must be terrified by our show of force!"

"As long as he backs down, we can raise prices and make money tomorrow!"

The group looked in the direction Chen Defu pointed.

Upon seeing this, the monkey, who had been filled with rage, suddenly froze.

He rubbed his eyes, pointed in the direction under the shade of the tree, and his voice changed.

"Brother Fu... that guy surnamed Liu... he's not stupid."

"He wasn't moving just now, but now, he's not starting to move at all?"