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

Upon hearing this, Lin Weimin glanced at the bottles and jars on the cart.

He frowned slightly:

"Young man, is this hygienic?"

Liu Guangming casually picked up a clean white towel, wiped his hands, and pointed to the bucket and gauze next to him:

"Comrade, don't worry. The ice is from a legitimate popsicle factory. And all these things, I've scalded them with boiling water. There's definitely no hygiene problem."

"Also, we are a licensed and legitimate stall."

Upon hearing the words "business license," Lin Weimin's brows relaxed, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes:

"You look quite young, are you still in school?"

"How did you end up running your own business? At least you know how to get the necessary permits."

"I just finished the college entrance exam this year, and I'm taking advantage of the summer vacation to earn some tuition fees."

As Liu Guangming spoke, he deftly made two cups of shaved ice and handed them over.

"Two cents a cup, comrade, you and this young man should have a taste."

"If it doesn't taste good, you don't have to pay."

Lin Weimin didn't want to eat, but when he saw his son eagerly scooping up a big spoonful and stuffing it into his mouth, and even squinting his eyes in comfort, he also picked up his cup and took a sip.

The cool touch and sweet and sour fruity flavor flowed down my throat, which really helped to dispel a lot of the day's heat.

"The taste is good, and the idea behind it is clever."

Lin Weimin nodded, took out four cents and handed it over.

"Young man, you must earn quite a bit in a day, right?"

Liu Guangming took the money.

"To earn a little money through hard work."

Instead of exaggerating, Liu Guangming looked the other person in the eye and spoke calmly.

"Actually, I'm not the only one running this business. I've gathered together a few unemployed young people from the train station who spend their days idly, and we work together as partners."

Lin Weimin stopped in his tracks, his eyes suddenly sharpening:

"Oh? You're leading them? Why?"

"It's simple. They have no jobs, no income, and they just wander the streets all day. That's not good."

"But they are also a workforce, they just haven't found the right path."

Liu Guangming's arguments are clear and logical.

"I'm the kind of person who sometimes comes up with a lot of ideas. I made some money selling watermelons before, so I put in some capital and ideas, and now I'm making cold drinks."

"They do the physical labor, and everyone gets their share based on their work."

"To be honest, now that they've made money, they're all working hard and have no intention of causing trouble on the streets anymore."

"Oh?"

Lin Weimin looked at the young man in front of him, and his admiration grew stronger.

How can a student who just finished the college entrance exam have such a good business sense?

No, not only do they have business acumen, they can even see the potential in solving the employment problems of unemployed youth and maintaining social order!

Isn't this a microcosm of what he has repeatedly emphasized during recent meetings in the county: "revitalizing the economy and stabilizing society"?

"Excellent! What a wonderful idea of ​​distribution according to work!"

Lin Weimin couldn't help but clap his hands.

"Young man, you've got a good business sense! What's your name?"

"My name is Liu Guangming."

"Okay, Liu Guangming."

"Good, intelligent and responsible."

Lin Weimin pointed at him and asked, "Where do you usually set up your stall?"

"If I have time, I'll come and visit you then."

"Sure, we'll mainly be in the cinema plaza, cultural center, and train station area during the day."

"I'm in the movie theater plaza."

After Liu Guangming finished speaking, the boy who had been engrossed in eating shaved ice looked up:

"Dad, this shaved ice is so delicious! It's a million times better than the ice cream at the supply and marketing cooperative! I want to eat it again tomorrow!"

"How about I go check on them tomorrow?"

Lin Weimin smiled and patted his son's head:

"Okay, Xiaofan, go to his stall for me tomorrow and bring back a cup for your mom to enjoy."

"no problem!"

"See you tomorrow, boss!"