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

It must be said that although the cracked melon doesn't look good, the flesh is sandy and very sweet.

After Liu Guangming finished eating half a piece of melon, he casually threw the rind into the trash can next to him. Zhao Xiaojun also had water all over his face from eating, and he wiped his mouth with his sleeve.

After a while, a long whistle suddenly sounded from inside the station.

Then, the station's public address system came on.

"Train 553 from Dingbian has arrived at this station. Passengers who are picking up passengers, please wait at the exit..."

Zhao Xiaojun jumped up.

"Here it comes!"

The 553rd train is a green-skinned train that stops at every station.

Less than ten minutes later, the iron gate at the exit of the station was pulled open with a "bang".

A huge crowd surged out.

Some carried fertilizer bags, some carried net bags, and some carried bedding rolls on shoulder poles.

They were all covered in sweat, their clothes stuck to their backs, and their faces were oily and tired from staying up all night.

Back then, the green trains didn't have air conditioning, and the small fans overhead just whirred and blew hot air, making the carriage feel like a giant steamer.

In addition, it's July now, and the sun is already scorching at 8:30 in the morning. The heat waves rising from the concrete ground of the square make it even harder to breathe.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Xiaojun's face lit up with joy, and he opened his mouth to shout.

"Sell……"

"Wait for Xiaojun!"

Liu Guangming pulled him down to a squatting position, saying, "No one will listen if you shout now."

"What should we do then?"

"Make sure you're sure before you act."

Liu Guangming's eyes scanned the surging crowd like radar.

People who have just gotten off the bus or train immediately think about finding their way, finding their car, or finding someone they know.

If you shout at the top of your lungs to sell watermelons at this time, people won't even glance at you.

We need to find those who are too tired to walk and desperately thirsty to sell the first sample.

Soon, Liu Guangming's gaze stopped.

A woman who looked to be in her thirties walked down the steps to the right of the exit.

The woman was wearing a floral short-sleeved shirt, her hair was disheveled and stuck to her forehead, she was dragging a bulging woven bag in her left hand, and tightly pulling a four or five-year-old boy in her right hand.

The boy was clearly sweltering; his face was flushed, and he sat on the ground, wailing and screaming, refusing to move.

"Get up or not! If you don't get up, I'll hit you!"

The woman was sweating profusely and raised her hand as if to hit him.

The boy cried even harder, his voice cracking.

The woman lowered her hand, sighed heavily, and looked around, clearly wanting to find a shady spot to rest for a while.

But the shade of the trees in the square had already been taken up by the people who came out first.

"Xiao Jun, get the knife."

Liu Guangming lowered his voice.

Zhao Xiaojun quickly handed over the kitchen knife.

Liu Guangming picked out the seedless core of the melon from the bowl of melons he had just cut, sliced ​​it in half with the tip of his knife, and stood up holding it in his hand.

He walked straight up to the mother and child.

When the woman saw the tall man approaching, she took a half-step back warily and pulled the child behind her.

"Sister, don't hit the child. It's so hot. Even adults can't stand it, let alone a child."

Liu Guangming spoke with a smile, his tone calm and natural.

The woman paused for a moment, then didn't reply.

Liu Guangming bent down and held the red-fleshed melon core in his hand directly to the little boy's mouth.

"Hey little brother, have some melon to cool off in the heat."

The little boy instinctively swallowed, wanting to reach out and take it, but then looked at his mother.

"No, no, no!"

The woman quickly waved her hand, "Young man, we're not buying melons."

Undoubtedly, all sorts of people can be found at the train station entrance these days, and she was afraid of encountering someone trying to force her to buy or sell something.

"Who said you were allowed to buy it?"

Liu Guangming stuffed the melon into the little boy's hand, saying, "It's from our own land, it's not worth much. Look how hot the kid is, his lips are all chapped, eat it quickly."

As soon as the little boy got his hands on the cold melon slices at the bottom, he couldn't resist any longer and took a bite.

Red juice dripped down the corners of his mouth as the child ate and slurped, and his crying stopped instantly.

The woman watched her son eat so heartily, and her throat involuntarily bobbed up and down.

If the child is in pain, does that mean she's feeling better?

"Big sister, you can also moisten your throat."

Liu Guangming then handed over another piece.

"This...this is too much trouble."

"Take it. I still have a couple hundred pounds left in my car, so this little bit won't make a difference."

Liu Guangming pointed back to the cart under the tree.

The woman hesitated for two seconds, then took it and took a bite.

With just one bite, the sweet and crisp juice instantly extinguished most of the heat.

"So sweet!"

The woman sighed sincerely, then thought for a moment, and finally took out a gray cloth wallet from her pocket, fumbling with it as she unzipped it.

"Young man, how much is this melon? How about I cut two more pieces?"

"Two cents a piece, all you can eat."

The woman took out four cents and handed it over.

Liu Guangming took the money and stuffed it into his pocket.

"Xiaojun, get two big pieces for your older sister!"

Zhao Xiaojun was completely dumbfounded by Liu Guangming's actions.

He quickly picked out the two largest pieces from the basin and handed them over.

This scene was witnessed by the other passengers around them.

Chinese people have an innate tendency to love joining in the fun.

Especially when you're tired and thirsty, it's so refreshing to suddenly see two people eating watermelon.

The vibrant red flesh of the melon, the juice dripping down my wrist—the visual impact is simply too strong.

The group of people who were still hesitating about whether to buy a five-cent mug of cold water all swallowed hard and moved closer to the cart.

"Young man, how much are these melons?"

A man wearing a straw hat asked.

The time has come.

Liu Guangming turned around, slapped the cart, and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Fresh, farm-grown watermelons! Thin-skinned, red-fleshed, and juicy!"

"Two cents for a dollar, try it first, or your money back!"

That shout, coupled with the neatly written words on the cardboard and the bowl of perfectly cut, juicy, and tempting red-fleshed watermelon, completely ignited the crowd.

Once the herd mentality takes hold, it's unstoppable.

"Give me one!"

"I want two pieces! The one with the black seeds!"

"Stop pushing! Boss, cut it for me first."

The shady area, which had been deserted just moments before, was suddenly surrounded by layers upon layers of tourists, all of whom had been tempted by the bright red watermelons.

In the county town, a bowl of vegetarian noodles costs 50 cents. For these people who are away from home, it's a good deal to eat a big slice of watermelon for 20 cents to cool off.

"Don't push! There's enough for everyone!"

Liu Guangming stood at the front of the cart and began collecting money and making change at lightning speed.

"Two dollars, right? Forty cents, here's one dollar, and six cents in change. Here you go."

"Xiao Jun, don't just stand there, cut the melon!"

Liu Guangming turned around and shouted, and Zhao Xiaojun seemed to wake up from a dream.

He gripped the knife handle with both hands and slashed down hard at the green watermelon in front of him.

"Crack!" The melon split open.

Another cut.

"Click click click!"

At first, Zhao Xiaojun was a little rusty, but he couldn't resist the urging of the person in front of him, and he cut the melon faster and faster, his arm swinging like a whirlwind.

Red melon juice splattered onto his white shirt, but he didn't even bother to wipe it off.

After cutting one, immediately pick up the next one.

While collecting money, Liu Guangming also oversaw the overall situation.

If you encounter someone with a child, cut an extra small strip; if someone is bargaining, casually add a thin slice.

The two worked together seamlessly.

In just over half an hour, the watermelons on the cart began to sag at a visible rate.

Of the seventeen melons, twelve were sold!

The crowd of people leaving the station gradually dispersed, and the people gathered in front of the stall were finally cleared out.

Zhao Xiaojun slumped onto the edge of the cart, panting heavily. A blister had formed on his hand, but he was completely unaware of it.

"Brother Guangming... oh my god..."

He wiped the sweat and watermelon juice from his face.

"I've never been this tired in my life."

Liu Guangming's situation is not much better.

His clothes were soaked through, and his voice was hoarse from shouting.

But he didn't rest. He took out the cloth bag containing the money, opened it, and looked inside.

It was full of crumpled bills, one-cent, two-cent, and five-cent notes, and a handful of coins.

A quick glance reveals it costs at least several tens of dollars.

Zhao Xiaojun's eyes widened in disbelief.

"This...this is all ours?"

His voice trembled as he reached out to touch it, but then felt his hands were too dirty and quickly wiped them on his trouser leg.

"Including the initial investment, we've made a fortune."

Liu Guangming tucked the bag into his pocket.

"Don't be happy yet, have a drink of water and rest for a while. We'll finish off the rest when the next train arrives."

Zhao Xiaojun nodded vigorously, picked up the teacup next to him, and gulped down a large mouthful of cold water.

It's so sweet that even cold water tastes sweet.

However, in business, if you do it well, you'll never have peace and quiet.

While things are going well on their side, some people on the other side are already unhappy.

About ten meters away from the cart, under another tree.

The old lady selling tea eggs had a coal stove burning brightly in front of her, and the braising liquid in the pot was bubbling away, but not a single customer came.

The old man selling large bowls of cold water next to him was so angry that he threw the towel draped over his shoulder onto the stool.

"Where did these two greenhorns come from? Don't they know any rules?"

The older woman pursed her lips and muttered sarcastically.

"They've come here to steal our business."

The old man glanced sideways at the convenience store across from the train station, remained silent, but his eyes revealed a hint of schadenfreude.

Liu Guangming noticed the look in the eyes of the two men.

He had worked in mines and brick factories in his previous life, and had seen all sorts of people.

He was all too familiar with that look in his eyes.

This is because they stole someone else's food trough and it made them jealous.

A broken-down cart, two young men, carrying large sums of money in a place where nobody knows them—in some people's eyes, this is a piece of fat meat.

really.

Before they could catch their breath, three people walked out of the general store across from the station exit, a store that didn't even have a sign.

The leader had the most fashionable long side-parted hair at the time, slicked back with hair gel, and wore a floral shirt with three buttons undone, flared pants, and plastic sandals.

Two short, stout men with crew cuts followed behind him, each carrying half a sugarcane.

The three men swayed and staggered across the square, heading straight for Liu Guangming's cart.

The man in the floral shirt walked up to her and stopped.

His eyelids drooped, and he raised his sandal-clad foot and stomped it on the cart wheel with a loud "bang".

The car suddenly jolted, startling Zhao Xiaojun, who jumped to his feet.

"What are you doing!"

The man in the floral shirt ignored him, slowly reaching behind his ear for a cigarette and lighting it with a windproof lighter.

He took a drag and blew a smoke ring directly into Liu Guangming's face.

"Kid, you don't look familiar."

He flicked the cigarette ash off his floral shirt.

"Have you paid management fees for setting up stalls in this square?"