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

The next morning around 10 a.m., in front of the cinema square.

Liu Guangming and Liangzi have already set up their stall.

Today we prepared more ingredients than yesterday. The wooden scraper was scraping the ice blocks quickly, and the "crunching" sound never stopped. Large chunks of ice, along with the aroma of sugar syrup, filled the air.

"Ming-ge, that's amazing!"

Liangzi stuffed a handful of change into his waist bag, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and grinned from ear to ear.

"We did the song you didn't get a turn on yesterday, so it's half price today. Since we set up this stall today, business has been coming in so fast!"

"Moreover, at this rate, even though we prepared half again as much stock as we should today, it might still not be enough to meet demand!"

"Yeah, but let's play it safe and not just get carried away with the fun."

Liu Guangming handed a freshly made strawberry shaved ice to a customer.

"Rules must not be forgotten, hygiene comes first, attitude second."

Don't worry!

Liangzi grinned, full of energy.

While working, Liu Guangming kept glancing at the main road outside the square out of the corner of his eye.

He still remembered Zhao Xiaojun's reminder last night; Chen Jianguo and Zhao Youcai would definitely not let this go.

If these people wanted to retaliate, would they have come today?

Around noon, a 28-inch bicycle braked in front of the stall.

A boy jumped off the bus; his white shirt was soaked with sweat, and his face was flushed red.

"Boss, a strawberry one, please!"

Then, the boy skillfully pulled out two cents and slapped them on the cutting board, his eyes fixed on the large block of ice.

Liu Guangming naturally recognized him.

It was Lin Xiaofan, the son of County Magistrate Lin whom I had met last night.

He smiled and said, "You're here."

He deftly pushed a large glass of smoothie, poured on thick fruit juice, and handed it over.

Lin Xiaofan took the cup, scooped out a spoonful and stuffed it into his mouth, immediately exhaling in pleasure.

"This is so refreshing! It's even better than what I eat in the provincial capital!"

After taking a few bites, his attention was completely drawn to the specially made wooden pusher in Liangzi's hand.

Liangzi was pressing the pusher hard, and ice flowers flew into the basin like snowflakes.

"Hey, I couldn't see it very clearly last night, but it looks pretty fun today."

Lin Xiaofan moved closer, her face full of eagerness.

"Can I try?"

Liangzi was taken aback and turned to look at Liu Guangming.

Liu Guangming glanced at Lin Xiaofan's excited face and nodded naturally: "Want to try it out? But you have to wash your hands first."

"no problem!"

Lin Xiaofan ran to the bucket next to her and scrubbed her hands clean.

After washing his hands, he couldn't wait to squeeze into the stall.

"How do we do it? Is it just like this?"

Liu Guangming handed him the pusher and pointed out the technique: "Yes, press down a little and push forward. Don't be afraid of using the wrong force; this wood is sturdy."

Lin Xiaofan gripped the clippers with both hands, gritted his teeth, and pushed forward.

With a "crack," a piece of finely crushed ice fell into the basin.

"Ha! It's out!"

His eyes lit up with excitement, and he pushed it several more times, getting more and more into it, with ice shards flying all over him.

However, he didn't care and was so happy that he shouted and yelled.

Just as Lin Xiaofan was having a great time, several sidecar motorcycles suddenly sped onto the square with a screeching sound of brakes, stopping less than five meters away from the stall.

Seven or eight uniformed police officers jumped out of the car. The leader was a middle-aged man with a fierce face, wearing his peaked cap askew. He was none other than Zhao Youcai.

Zhao Youcai, with a cold face and carrying a briefcase, strode over.

He discussed this matter with Chen Jianguo yesterday.

His style was naturally not like Wu Dalong's; he wanted to win quickly!

We must deal with Liu Guangming today and completely eliminate any possibility of this peasant rising up.

"Stop right there!"

Zhao Youcai shouted, and the customers queuing around him scattered in fright.

He walked up to the stall, his gaze locking onto Liu Guangming, and sneered, "You're Liu Guangming?"

Liu Guangming calmly stepped in front of Lin Xiaofan, his tone composed: "Yes, it is. What is it?"

"What's up?"

Zhao Youcai waved his hand and shouted loudly.

"Someone reported that your gang was committing crimes, engaging in market manipulation, and is also suspected of promoting feudal superstition!"

"Come on, take them all back for questioning!"

Several police officers immediately pounced on them like wolves.

"Hey! What are you doing!"

When Liangzi gets anxious, he's about to lose his temper.

Liu Guangming grabbed Liangzi's wrist and whispered, "Don't use force! Let them grab you!"

And so, the two policemen stormed into the stall.

An "accident" caused the wooden basin full of shaved ice to be kicked over, spilling the syrup all over the floor.

One of the policemen, finding Lin Xiaofan in the way, reached out and shoved him hard.

"Get out of my way!"

Lin Xiaofan was pushed and staggered, dropping the wooden pusher in his hand to the ground.

He had never suffered such injustice in his life, and he immediately flew into a rage, pointing at the policeman and shouting:

"Why did you push me! This is police brutality!"

Hearing the noise, Zhao Youcai glanced sideways at Lin Xiaofan.

Seeing that he was covered in sweat, with ice crystals and red sugar water on his clothes, and ice on his hands, they naturally assumed that he was Liu Guangming's accomplice or a temporary worker he had hired.

"Oh ho, a little brat who hasn't even grown all his feathers yet, and he already has quite the temper?"

Zhao Youcai took two steps closer and tapped Lin Xiaofan's forehead with his finger.

"Police brutality? I'll show you what the law is today!"

Seeing this, Liu Guangming quickly interjected:

"Officer, he's just a customer passing by buying shaved ice. He wanted to try out how to make shaved ice and help us out. This has nothing to do with him. Let him go."

"customer?"

Zhao Youcai was so angry that he laughed instead.

"Who are you trying to fool! What customer would run into this stall and work there? This is clearly a minor accomplice of your gang of thugs!"

"Weren't you all so arrogant? Arrest them all!"

"Let's see how stubborn you are when we get to the police station!"

"You dare arrest me?"

Seeing this, Lin Xiaofan's face turned red with anger, and she opened her mouth to say her father's name.

Liu Guangming reacted quickly, grabbing Lin Xiaofan's arm and subtly squeezing his wrist before speaking first:

"Young man, a wise man doesn't fight a losing battle."

"Since the police officers want us to cooperate with the investigation, we'll go. We have nothing to hide."

Lin Xiaofan paused for a moment, then looked up at Liu Guangming.

For some reason, seeing Liu Guangming's composed expression, Lin Xiaofan swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue and let out a cold snort:

"Fine! I'd like to see where you're taking me!"

"Bring them all on board!"

Zhao Youcai waved his hand.

The police pushed and shoved Liu Guangming, Liangzi, and the furious Lin Xiaofan into the back of a sidecar motorcycle.