carried the little sister all the way to the place where she was going.

"Just stop the car there," Guan Lin said, pointing to the side of the road.

Canghai glanced at it and found two or three little girls standing on the side of the road, all dressed in Guan Lin's style, so he asked casually, "That's your friend?"

"Yes, by the way, do you want me to introduce you to a girlfriend, my friends are very beautiful" Guan Lin saw that the car stopped on the side of the road, so he teased Canghai while loosening his seat belt.

Guan Lin vaguely knew what her parents thought, because from time to time her mother would face Canghai in front of her, the young girl was playful and opposed to such a thing, so Guan Lin was inevitably a little hostile to Canghai in her heart, especially for a girl like Guan Lin, a man with a character like Canghai was really boring, in Guan Lin's own words, she was going to marry Canghai, she might as well die.

Canghai didn't know that Guan Lin had already defined himself as an enemy in his heart, and said with a smile: "Don't bother with this little girl, I have a girlfriend."

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"What? I can't have a girlfriend?"

Canghai saw that the little girl didn't believe it, so he said with a smile, and after finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand and pointed to a few little girls on the side of the road: "Go down, your friends are waiting for you, I still have something."

Guan Lin didn't expect Canghai to go down by himself, and after getting out of the car, he snapped the car door shut, and opened his mouth to say something, but Canghai had already slipped away from the accelerator.

A little girl came to Guan Lin's side, looked at the distant Canghai and asked, "Who is Linlin, she looks very handsome, is it your boyfriend?"

Guan Lin pouted and said, "He will be my boyfriend? He is my father's student, and he just sent me by the way."

"Does he have a girlfriend, if not, introduce it to me, it's my dish," another little girl said happily.

When Guan Lin heard this, he immediately stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his partner's face: "Okay, don't be a nymphomaniac, people have girlfriends, and if you say a Mercedes-Benz, your eyes will be dizzy, it's too useless, let's go, let's eat!"

Canghai drove to the supermarket in a hurry, arrived ten minutes early but waited for more than half an hour, not only waited for more than half an hour, but when talking to people, the other party was still arrogant, and put forward a lot of harsh conditions, as if Canghai's watermelon was a great honor to enter their supermarket.

In the past, Canghai could still laugh or something, but now Canghai eats this set, without waiting for the one to finish speaking, Canghai stood up and said a word of interruption, turned his head and walked out of the supermarket.

When he returned home, he began to sell watermelons, driving his own van and selling melons while fighting guerrilla battles with the chengguan.

The melon business is not easy to do, so let's put it this way, the reality has taught Canghai a good lesson, his melons are delicious, but there are more people who taste them and fewer people buy them, and it took two or three days to sell less than two and a half watermelons, not to mention their own wages, and even the fuel money of the small truck did not make money.

Today's sky is getting late, Canghai drove a small truck to the place where he bought melons yesterday, opened a stall, sawed a piece of watermelon, and placed it on the folding table.

This is a night market, there are several communities nearby whose incomes are quite high, Canghai has put his stall here for three days in a row, and two of the two and a half melons sold are sold here, so Canghai is ready to dig deep into this 'market' here.

"Young man, here you go again?"

It didn't take long for an old lady to take a child's hand and smile and come to the watermelon stall in Canghai.

Canghai hadn't spoken yet, and the boss who sold fried rice next to him smiled when he arrived: "Are you here to taste watermelon again?"

The old lady glanced at the owner of the fried rice stall very dissatisfied, and did not take care of the owner of the fried rice stall, but asked at Canghai, "Can the young man still taste melons?"

Canghai smiled: "You are free!"

When the old lady heard this, she not only stuffed two little watermelons in the hands of the children, but also grabbed two watermelons in her own hands, and the children immediately took a big bite of the watermelon as soon as they got it, and the old lady told the little grandson to eat slowly while continuing to walk forward with the child.

Looking at the backs of the grandparents and grandchildren, the owner of the fried rice stall took a sip: "The older you get, the more useless you are!"

This old lady from the first day with her little grandson to taste the melon, back and forth every day to pass through the Canghai melon stall three or four times, every time to taste, but every time do not buy, stunned is to rely on the taste of the melon to let the child eat a belly round, two days down the nearby stall owners know that this old lady is full of love to take advantage of the small advantage.

Canghai just smiled when he heard this, but didn't speak.

Now for selling melons, Canghai is no longer too hopeful, anyway, if someone wants to eat it, then eat, as for the remaining melons to sell for more than a week, if no one has bought yet, Canghai decided to go to the agricultural fair to try it at that time.

Canghai didn't know about the agricultural fair before, but yesterday I went home to watch the news, and it said that there was an agricultural product fair in September here, and many novel agricultural and sideline products would be unveiled at this fair, so Canghai thought about whether to put his own melons at the agricultural fair.

"I said Xiaocang, you can't let everyone taste it like this, I don't see how many melons you have sold in the past two days, and there are only four or five melons you have tasted, right?" said the owner of the fried restaurant.

"The newly marketed melon varieties are mainly promoted," Canghai said, took a few melons and divided them among the stall owners in the neighborhood.

"Xiaocang, the melon is a good melon, but it's too expensive"

"yes, why don't you change it to the market price?"

"This melon is delicious, but the skin is too thick, and many people think it's not cost-effective to buy it back."

It's not yet time for the Venerable Master, so a lot of stalls are chatting together.

Canghai just listened to the side, occasionally laughing.

"Boss, bring me a melon!"

At this time, an Audi stopped next to the melon stall in Canghai, and a middle-aged man with a big belly walked down, holding a seven or eight-year-old child in his hand.

"Is it this melon?"

The middle-aged man saw the child nodding, so he said to Canghai: "Pick a familiar one, help me carry it to the car, and I'll come back to you if it's not familiar!"

As soon as Canghai heard that the business had come to the door, he immediately asked with a smile: "Bao is ripe, if you are not familiar, I will not charge you a penny when you come back!"

This kid Canghai remembered that he came last night, but at that time he bought a piece of watermelon of about seven or eight catties with an old man, who seemed to be a grandfather and grandson.

"A, are you big or small?" Canghai asked again.

"It's a little smaller, your melon is a little bigger," the middle-aged man said.

Canghai listened and said, "Either you want half of it, and you can come back to buy it if you want to eat it."

The middle-aged man took a look at the melons placed behind the stall, thought for a while and said, "It's still one, let's pick a small ripe one."

"Okay!" Canghai picked one out of the melon push with a smile, put it on the scale, and weighed: "Seventy or eighty catties and nine taels, I'll give you a whole one, seventy-eight catties, a total of ......."

The middle-aged man directly took out his mobile phone and scanned it on the QR code in front of the Canghai stall, and gave the money very happily.

Canghai gave the melon to the family and hugged it into the car, and then the father and son got in the car and left.

When the stalls saw that Canghai's melon was sold for hundreds of dollars, some people's hearts suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

"No wonder Xiaocang isn't worried, it turns out that it won't open for half a year, and it will be open for half a year."

"Yes, a melon is hundreds of years old, if it is sold, you can directly buy a house in the magic capital."

Canghai didn't have the same general knowledge as these people, they didn't see people well, they were at this level, they would set up a stall here for the rest of their lives, Canghai couldn't deal with this kind of person at all.

A guest came to the door, and then it was deserted for more than an hour, Canghai was deserted, the small stall next to it was hot, the sound of stir-frying was endless, and the people who got off work one after another began to make this road more and more lively.

The worst business on the whole street is the stall in Canghai, which sold a few pieces of loose melons in two hours, the kind inserted with bamboo sticks, ten yuan a piece, and a few young people tried to buy a few pieces freshly.

Canghai was bored here, and when he looked up, he saw that the Audi stopped in front of his stall again, and the middle-aged man who had just bought the melon got out of the car.

As soon as he saw that people were coming again, Canghai asked, "Is the melon not ripe, or is it not delicious?"

The middle-aged man waved his hand: "It's not, the melon is very good, I'll buy a few more, this time it's a gift, pick a better one!"

"Great!"

When the business came to the door, Canghai immediately became happy, and picked four slightly smaller melons, all of which looked like a huge plate of ham sausages, with a thick middle and two mixed rounds, dressed in black and green melon patterns, which were first-class and good.

The middle-aged man specially instructed that it must be ripe, and Canghai put his chest on his side to ensure that it was ripe, and then carried the melon to the middle-aged man in the car.

Five melons were sold, and more than 4,000 income went into his pocket, and Canghai had a little fun doing business. It's just a pity that in the next hour or so, the watermelon stall in Canghai was cold again, and not even a piece of melon slices was sold.

There were no guests coming to the door, so Canghai sat quietly and played with his mobile phone.

Cang Hai, who was focused on his mobile phone and the melon stall, didn't know that at this time, less than ten meters away from him, a familiar face was looking at him, and when he recognized Canghai, he turned around and left quickly. By the time Canghai raised his head again, he had already walked away.

Just as Canghai continued to guard the melon stall, the one pushed open the door and walked into the house.

The house is a two-bedroom and one-living room structure, the decoration is very simple, but it is a white wall paved with a tile, the area of the living room is also small, it will be able to put down a table, and at a glance at the structure of the house, you will know that it is a single-room set converted into a two-bedroom living room.

"Hui Hui, Hui Hui!"

As soon as she entered the house, the middle-aged woman screamed loudly.

As soon as the door opened, Zhou Xinhui's face appeared at the door: "Mom, what's the matter?"

"You go and buy me a watermelon on the street, I suddenly want to eat watermelon".

The woman was none other than Zhou Xinhui's mother.

"Mom, you want to eat and buy it yourself, I still have a job in my hands, I really can't leave!" Zhou Xinhui turned her head and went back to the room to continue working.

"Work will be done, now go and help me buy a melon, go to the night market to buy it, the melons in the fruit store are not fresh, just by the way!" Zhou Xinhui's mother stopped Zhou Xinhui and pulled her daughter out of the room.

Zhou Xinhui was so helpless by her mother that she had to take her wallet and go out.

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