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

After parting ways with Zhao Xiaojun, Liu Guangming kept frowning on his way home.

Zhao Xiaojun is right. With people like Chen Jianguo and Zhao Youcai, who wield power, this business could be uprooted at any time.

But after thinking it over and over, how should I deal with it?

By the way, how about we go to the next county and start up again?

No, that won't work. Hiding for a while is fine, but it won't solve the fundamental problem.

When Liu Guangming returned home and pushed open his elder sister's door, the aroma of food wafted over.

"The light is back! Wash your hands and eat!"

Liu Cuihua came out of the kitchen carrying a plate of scrambled eggs.

"You've been working so hard these past few days, you've even lost weight."

Liu Guangming smiled, washed his face by the sink, and sat down at the dining table.

My brother-in-law, Zhou Dehou, seemed to be in a good mood today. There was a small dish of peanuts in front of him, and he was sipping the Jianzhuang liquor that Liu Guangming had bought yesterday.

"Brother-in-law, is there some good news today?"

Liu Guangming picked up a piece of egg with his chopsticks.

"It's not exactly a happy occasion, but a very important person came to the factory today."

Zhou Dehou picked up a peanut and popped it into his mouth, his tone revealing a sense of novelty.

"Lin Weimin is the executive deputy county head in charge of the county's economic development."

Liu Guangming's chopsticks stopped in mid-air.

Zhou Dehou, oblivious to his odd behavior, continued rambling:

"This County Chief Lin is quite different from the other leaders who came to inspect the area before."

"They didn't sit in the office listening to reports; they went straight to the workshop, grabbed the hands of us frontline workers, and asked about our income, prices, and the difficulties our families faced."

"His attitude was so friendly!"

Lin Weimin.

The name was instantly activated deep within Liu Guangming's memory.

In his previous life, this County Magistrate Lin was a well-known pragmatist and reformer in the county. He vigorously promoted the market economy and later rose through the ranks to become an important figure in the province.

"Brother-in-law, did County Magistrate Lin ask anything else?"

"I asked everyone if, if the factory wasn't doing well, had they ever thought about going out to find other ways to make a living, like starting their own businesses or something?"

Zhou Dehou sighed, "We're used to having secure jobs, how could we dare to think about those things?"

"However, County Chief Lin is quite supportive of everyone doing some side jobs, saying that it reduces the burden on the country."

Liu Guangming put down his chopsticks.

He never expected that the key to solving the problem he had just been pondering would come to him so readily.

According to his brother-in-law, as long as Lin Weimin could see his stall...

Is there a chance to define this business as a typical example of "responding to the national call and revitalizing the market economy"?

If the county sets an example for others, would Zhao Youcai still dare to defy the rules and do business with them?!

"Brother-in-law, do you know what hobbies this County Magistrate Lin has?"

"For example, where should I go for a stroll after get off work?"

Liu Guangming pretended to ask casually.

Zhou Dehou thought for a moment: "I heard from the people in the factory director's office that County Magistrate Lin is not pretentious at all. He likes to take his family to People's Square in the evening to cool off and take a walk, and to understand the people's conditions."

Hearing Zhou Dehou say this, Liu Guangming quickly finished his rice in a few bites and stood up:

"Big sister, brother-in-law, I'm full."

"I suddenly remembered I have some things to take care of at the stall, I'll be back later!"

Before the two could say anything, he had already pushed open the door and run out.

……

8:30 p.m., People's Square.

There were many people enjoying the cool evening air, including elderly men fanning themselves with palm-leaf fans and children chasing and playing.

Liu Guangming was pushing a small cart without a sign. On the cart were a wooden pusher, a few blocks of ice he had just gotten, and several jars of brightly colored fruit-flavored syrup.

He did this right after he left the house.

Instead of joining the crowds, he chose to set up his stall at a fork in the road near the county government compound, where the streetlights were bright and the road was the only way to get there.

He didn't hawk his wares; he simply began making ice with unhurried ease.

"Click, click..."

The crisp sound of the wooden pusher scraping against the ice was particularly pleasing to the ear on this sweltering summer night.

Not long after, a middle-aged man wearing a white shirt and glasses led a boy of about thirteen or fourteen years old along the roadside.

The boy was sweating profusely, and he complained as he walked:

"Dad, it's too hot today. Let's go back inside and use the electric fan."

"Walking around and sweating is good for your health."

The middle-aged man's voice was gentle yet powerful.

"what?"

The boy suddenly sniffed and his eyes were fixed on the small wooden basin in front of Liu Guangming, which was emitting wisps of white steam.

"Dad, look what that person is doing!"

After he finished speaking, he ran over in a flash.

"Boss, what are you selling here?"

The boy lay on the side of the cart, gazing longingly at the mountain of white shaved ice piled up in the wooden basin.

And then the middle-aged man walked over.

Liu Guangming looked up and his heart began to beat slightly faster.

The middle-aged man in front of me, wearing glasses and an ordinary white shirt, had an air of superiority that perfectly matched Zhou Dehou's description of Lin Weimin.

I've finally gotten what I've been waiting for!

"Shaved ice with fruit juice".

Liu Guangming's hands didn't stop moving as he skillfully poured a spoonful of strawberry-flavored red syrup onto the shaved ice, instantly making the snow-white shaved ice look incredibly tempting.

"Cool and refreshing, want to try some?"

"Gulp."

The boy swallowed hard and turned to look at the man walking towards him.

"Dad, I want to eat this."