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

When Liu Guangming shouted this, the surrounding crowd fell silent for a moment.

"Two cents?"

In 1992, two cents could buy a watermelon or half a pack of cheap cigarettes.

The watermelon juice across the street only cost five cents!

But before the adults could even complain, the child next to them couldn't hold back anymore.

"Grandma! I want to eat this... Snow Mountain! I want to eat colorful Snow Mountain!"

A chubby little boy was tugging at his grandma's clothes, drooling almost onto the ground.

Liu Guangming calmly pushed the first cup of shaved ice he had made forward and greeted people with a smile.

"Auntie, this is called fruit juice shaved ice, and it's the only one of its kind in the whole county."

"If you think it's too expensive, you can go across the street and buy a dime's worth of watermelon juice, but I guarantee that it's worlds apart from this shaved ice."

"It's so hot, and it's not easy to bring my grandson out like this. Buy me a drink to try, and if you don't like it, I'll give you a refund."

Upon hearing this, the chubby boy became even more anxious, clutching his clothes as if he would burst into tears if he wasn't allowed to buy it.

There was nothing his grandmother could do but count out two one-cent bills from her pocket.

The chubby boy grabbed the paper cup and eagerly scooped up a big mouthful with a spoon, putting it into his mouth.

"Wow! It's so cool! So sweet!"

The chubby boy stomped his feet with joy.

"Grandma, you should try some too! You should try some!"

His grandmother initially declined, but couldn't resist the little fat boy's enthusiasm and took a bite herself.

With just one bite, the shaved ice melts instantly in your mouth, the sweet and sour taste of orange powder and the refreshing sweetness of white sugar cool you down your throat and into your stomach.

His grandmother's eyes widened, and she exclaimed, "Good heavens!"

"Wow! This is amazing! Give me another one!"

Seeing this reaction, and seeing its crystal-clear appearance, those around couldn't resist any longer.

"Give me one too! The red one, please!"

"I want the yellow one! Hurry up, here's the money!"

The price tag of two cents didn't scare people away; instead, it made them feel that the item was high-end and worth the price.

Immediately, Liangzi pushed the wood plane, swinging his arms so high they flew up.

The snow-white shaved ice fell into the aluminum basin, and Liu Guangming quickly filled cups and poured juice over it.

The two worked together seamlessly, and the small bills piled up higher and higher in the metal box used to collect money.

However, things weren't going so well for Chen Defu on the other side.

Chen Defu was still shouting at the top of his lungs.

"One cent a cup! Authentic chilled watermelon juice! Sweet and thirst-quenching!"

Unfortunately, despite his calls, passersby didn't even turn their heads; they all crowded towards Liu Guangming.

An old man pushing a bicycle passed by, and Chen Defu quickly went up to him with a smile.

"Sir, would you like a glass of watermelon juice? It's only a dime, super cheap!"

The old man waved his hand dismissively and took two steps to the side.

"Get lost, you country bumpkin! Didn't you see that thing over there selling... colorful snow mountains?"

"That's a real rare find!"

"My neighbor bought some, and my child is so envious he's crying. He doesn't even want the watermelon juice we bought from you before."

Chen Defu's face turned green.

A country bumpkin?

I, a son of a wealthy family from the county government compound, was called a country bumpkin by an old man riding a broken bicycle.

He refused to believe it and threw the rag he was using to wipe his hands onto the table.

"Dafei, you guys watch the stall, I'm going to check it out!"

Chen Defu, relying on his strength, managed to squeeze into the crowd in front of Liu Guangming's stall.

Upon seeing this, he froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.

Liangzi held the wooden lump in his hand and pushed it hard on the ice, causing snowflakes of ice to fall down.

Liu Guangming took a small wooden spoon and poured the colorful sugar water over it.

The presentation and aroma were so enticing that even Chen Defu himself couldn't help but swallow hard, let alone the elderly.

"How the hell did this happen?"

Chen Defu muttered to himself, staring intently at the wooden pusher.

He racked his brains but couldn't understand how the tool that carpenters usually use to plan wood could be used to make this thing.

How does a peasant's brain work?

Let's take another look at Liu Guangming's money box.

In just a short while, the room was already covered with a layer of colorful banknotes, including a few one- or two-yuan notes.

Two cents a cup!

Chen Defu's mind was buzzing, and jealousy was gnawing at his internal organs like a venomous snake.

He spent all his resources and went to great lengths to wage a price war, but the other party didn't take him seriously at all and easily beat him to a pulp with a simple change of tactics.

Just then, Dafei and Monkey squeezed in.

They waited across the street for ages without seeing a single customer, and they couldn't wait any longer.

"Brother Fu, what's going on... Holy crap!"

When Dafei peeked out, he saw Liangzi pushing the shaved ice and immediately started swearing.

The monkey stared intently at Liu Guangming's money box, then turned to look at the mountain of watermelons piled up on its own stall across the street.

An extremely ominous premonition instantly rushed to the monkey's mind.

"Brother Fu".

Dafei's voice began to tremble, and he grabbed Chen Defu's arm.

"We spent over 180 yuan on watermelons!"

"Given the current situation, who would still buy our watermelon juice?"