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

Upon hearing this, Chen Defu and the others looked in the direction the monkey was pointing.

Sure enough, Liu Guangming, who had been under the shade of the tree, had now stood up and was pushing the cart with Liangzi.

The two of them, one in front and one behind, slowly pushed the cart to the same old spot where they had set up their stall yesterday.

"Brother Fu, this kid actually dares to show his face!"

Dafei stared wide-eyed and shook his aching arm.

Chen Defu snorted coldly.

After the two men parked the car, in addition to taking out the cleaver and gauze they had used to cut the watermelon yesterday, they also set out several oddly shaped wooden pushers.

This thing looks like a carpenter's plane, but the iron plate embedded at the bottom gleams coldly.

Immediately afterwards, Liu Guangming brought out three more large glass bottles.

The transparent glass bottles contained bright red, golden yellow, and bright orange liquids, respectively.

The brightly colored bottles, once placed to the side, immediately attracted the attention of the crowd that had not yet dispersed.

"Hey young man, what are you selling?"

"Why is this water colored? It looks like a foreign soda."

Several middle-aged women carrying shopping baskets gathered around, curiously examining the glass bottles.

Liu Guangming didn't rush to reply. He first washed the large aluminum basin clean and placed it in the middle, then put a gauze pad on it, and began to neatly stack the disposable waxed paper cups in a row.

Standing across the street, Chen Defu saw a group of people gathered around Liu Guangming's group, and a nameless anger surged up inside him again.

He strode over with Dafei and the monkey, squeezing into the crowd.

"Oh, I thought you were something special!"

Chen Defu shouted at the top of his lungs in a sarcastic tone.

"Since the watermelon juice isn't selling, have they switched to selling these fancy sugary drinks?"

People around him turned to look at him, and Chen Defu became even more smug.

"Don't be fooled, everyone! Who knows what kind of food coloring is used to make these red and yellow drinks? You might get diarrhea if you drink them!"

Upon hearing this, Liangzi's anger flared up instantly, and he gripped the wooden pusher in his hand, ready to charge forward.

Liu Guangming reached out to stop Liangzi.

He didn't even glance at Chen Defu, and instead carried a large, square block of ice to the cutting board and wiped his hands with a dry towel.

This kind of ignoring hurt Chen Defu even more than if he had directly cursed back.

Chen Defu felt like he had punched cotton, his face turning red with frustration.

He stared at Liu Guangming's nonchalant demeanor, and a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

"wrong!"

Chen Defu slapped his thigh, turned around and pulled Dafei and the others back, lowering his voice.

"I get it! This kid's got a lot of tricks up his sleeve!"

Dafei was completely confused: "Brother Fu, what do you understand?"

"He was hiding under the tree, deliberately waiting for us to sell all the watermelons!"

Chen Defu gritted his teeth, "We sold it for five cents a cup and attracted all the neighbors. Now we're out of stock, and people are still loitering around here."

"He wants to take advantage of this opportunity to reap the benefits!"

Upon hearing this, the monkey jumped up and down in panic: "What are we going to do? Have we wasted our two thousand pounds of watermelons? Have they all benefited him?"

"We can't just let this go!"

Chen Defu paused.

"Don't we still have 182.5 yuan?"

"Dafei, monkey."

"I think you two should take this money and go to the farmers' market right now, buy watermelons, ice, and cups!"

Upon hearing this, Dafei's hand trembled.

"Brother Fu, are you crazy! Still buying? We've already lost almost half our money this morning. If we throw this money away, it'll all be stuck with us..."

Upon hearing this, the two young men next to him shook their heads repeatedly, refusing to continue.

"Are you all stupid?!"

Chen Defu was so anxious he stamped his feet. "The five cents price was because those big idiots across the street lowered the price too! Now they've all run away, leaving only Liu Guangming!"

"This time we're not selling it for five cents, we're selling it for ten cents!"

Chen Defu's spittle flew everywhere.

"If he's just selling that lousy sugar water, can it quench your thirst like our real watermelon juice?"

"As long as we set up the stall again, at one cent a cup, how many cups can we sell with a thousand catties of melons? We can double our initial investment of over a hundred yuan this afternoon!"

Dafei and the monkey looked at each other.

This is not a difficult problem to solve.

At one cent a cup, there's definitely a profit margin, and the feeling of being surrounded and frantically grabbing things from the crowd was quite exhilarating.

"Alright! Let's give it our all!"

Dafei gritted his teeth. "Brother Fu, you stay here and watch over him. We'll go buy things now!"

Without further ado, the group split up, grabbed their money, and rushed to the farmers' market.

Chen Defu, who stayed behind to watch the seats, stood with his arms crossed, staring at Liu Guangming's stall with a cold smile.

"Trying to mess with me? I'll bury you in money!"

Across the street.

Liu Guangming put down the rag in his hand, watched Dafei and the others rush away in a hurry, and smiled.

Liangzi, who was rubbing his hands together, also noticed the commotion over there.

"Brother Guangming, where did those little bastards go?"

"hehe."

Liu Guangming chuckled softly.

"They're rushing to buy more stock because they think they haven't lost enough money yet."

Liangzi was stunned:

"Still buying more stock? I just saw them selling it for five cents a cup, they probably haven't even made back their costs."

"So they're using the last bit of money to cover the losses again?"

"That's the gambler's mentality."

Liu Guangming picked up the wooden pusher from the cutting board and tossed it around for less than two seconds.

"People who are blinded by defeat always think they can turn things around in the next round. Once they throw their last bit of money onto the table, they're completely out of the game."

Liu Guangming had been waiting all morning for this moment.

If the shaved ice were brought out directly in the morning, Chen Defu and his group probably wouldn't dare to continue making it.

Only by letting them experience the false "boom" first, and then making them empty their pockets to buy more goods, can we truly trap them and beat them.

Not long after, Dafei and Monkey returned, panting, pushing the cart.

Chen Defu quickly went to meet them and directed the group to set up their stall again.

Dafei took a brush and erased the "five cents" on the cardboard, then wrote a big "one cent" on it.

"Come on over! Fresh, chilled watermelon juice! Just one cent a cup! Cool down and beat the heat!"

Chen Defu started shouting again.

People passing by were attracted by the sound and stopped in their tracks.

However, this time, because the price wasn't as ridiculously cheap as five cents, people weren't as enthusiastic, and only a few people gathered around.

When Liu Guangming saw Chen Defu swinging the cleaver he used to cut the melon again, he knew the time was ripe.

He turned to look at Liangzi and patted the large block of ice on the cutting board.

"Brother Liang, get to work!"

Liangzi had been itching to get started for a long time.

He gripped the specially made wooden pusher with both hands and pressed it firmly against the edge of the square block of ice.

"Watch closely, everyone! I'm going to perform a magic trick for you today!"

Liangzi's loud shout instantly drew everyone's attention.

Even the customers who were paying for watermelon juice at Chen Defu's stall turned around curiously.

Liangzi's arm muscles bulged, and he suddenly exerted force.

The wooden pusher was used to push the ice block forward forcefully along its surface.

"Snap—"

A crisp, long friction sound rang out.

Then, something unexpected happened.

Instead of the usual ice shards flying everywhere when breaking ice, a very thin, fine layer of ice sand, like snowflakes, gently drifted down into the large aluminum basin underneath through the gap at the bottom of the pusher.

The onlookers stared wide-eyed in astonishment.

Liangzi himself was stunned.

To be honest, this operation was even more amazing than he had imagined.

He was so excited that his face turned red, and his hands moved like motors, pushing and pulling wildly back and forth on the ice.

"Snap! Snap! Snap!"

Accompanied by a rhythmic sound, the snow-white shaved ice quickly piled up like a small mountain in the aluminum basin, emitting wisps of cold air.

"Oh dear, why does this ice look just like snow in winter?"

"This carpenter's plane can be used like this? Amazing!"

The crowd erupted in uproar, pushing and shoving to get a closer look.

Liu Guangming picked up a paper cup and deftly scooped up some snow-white shaved ice with a spoon, pouring it into the cup.

Simply pouring it in wasn't enough; he also used the back of a spoon to gently press it down, creating a neat little pointed shape.

Then, he removed the stoppers from the glass bottles.

First, pour out a little bit of bright red hawthorn syrup and drizzle it on the left side of the shaved ice.

Then, he poured out some bright yellow orange syrup and drizzled it over the right side.

Finally, pour the freshly squeezed pure watermelon juice onto the very center corner.

The three vibrant colors—red, yellow, and orange—instantly seeped into the snow-white shaved ice, intertwining together.

The originally monotonous white snow has been transformed into a crystal-clear, colorful "colorful snow mountain".

A refreshing aroma, a blend of fruity fragrance and the sweetness of syrup, filled the sweltering air.

Everyone's attention was fixed on the colorful shaved ice in Liu Guangming's hand, and they couldn't help but swallow hard.

"What...what is this thing called?"

An old man pointed at the cup, his voice trembling.

Liu Guangming handed the cup forward with a loud thud.

"Shaved fruit juice! Two cents a cup! Refreshingly cold, and sweet to the core!"