I carried the junior sister all the time to send her to the place I was going to.

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

Cang Hai glanced at him and found two or three little girls standing on the roadside, dressed in Guan Lin's style, so he asked casually: "Is that your friend?"

"Yes, by the way, do you want me to introduce you to a girlfriend? My friends are all pretty?" Guan Lin saw that the car stopped by the side of the road, so she loosened her seat belt while teasing Canghai.

Guan Lin vaguely knew what her parents were thinking, because her mother would always ask Cang Hai in front of her. The young girl was just a playful person and also opposed such things. Therefore, Guan Lin was inevitably a little hostile to Cang Hai, especially for a girl like Guan Lin, a man with a personality like Cang Hai is really boring. In Guan Lin's own words, she would rather die than marry Cang Hai.

Cang Hai didn't know that Guan Lin had defined herself as an enemy in her heart, and said with a smile: "It won't be a big deal for you, a little girl, you have a girlfriend."

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

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

Seeing that the little girl was disbelief, Canghai smiled and said, and after that, he reached out to several girls on the roadside: "Go down, your friend is waiting for you, I still have something to do."

Guan Lin didn't expect Cang Hai to chase him down. After getting off the car, she closed the car door with a bang and opened her mouth to say something. Cang Hai had already slipped away from the accelerator.

A little girl came to Guan Lin and looked at Cang Hai who was walking away and asked, "Who is Linlin? She looks very handsome. Is it your boyfriend?"

Guan Lin curled her lips and said, "Can he be my boyfriend? He is my father's student, and I happened to send it to me."

"Does he have a girlfriend? If not, introduce it to me, it will be my food," another little girl said happily.

When Guan Lin heard this, she immediately reached out to her friend's face and shook her: "Okay, don't be foolish. She has a girlfriend. Besides, she will shake your eyes when she talks about Mercedes-Benz. It's too unpromising. Let's go and have a meal!"

Canghai drove to the supermarket slowly, and arrived ten minutes in advance, but waited for more than half an hour. Not only did he wait for more than half an hour, but when he was talking to others, the other party was still arrogant and put forward many harsh conditions, as if it was a great honor for Canghai's watermelon to enter their supermarket.

In the past, Canghai could have laughed with her, but now Canghai is not doing this. Before that person finished speaking, Canghai stood up and said something to bother, and turned his head and left the supermarket door.

When I got home, I started selling watermelons, driving my own van while fighting guerrillas with the urban management.

The business of melons is not easy to do. Let’s put it this way, reality taught Canghai a good class. His melons are delicious, but more people taste them and fewer people buy them. It took only two or three days to sell less than half of watermelons. Not to mention his own wages, even the fuel money of the small truck was not earned.

It was getting late today, and Canghai drove a small truck to the place where he bought melons yesterday, and set it on the folding table.

This is a night market. There are several nearby communities with high incomes. Canghai has placed the stall here for three consecutive days. Two of the two and a half melons sold here were sold here, so Canghai is planning to dig deep into this "market" here.

"Young man, are you here again?"

Not long after, an old lady held a child's hand and smiled to the watermelon stall in Canghai.

Canghai hadn't spoken yet, and the boss selling fried rice next to him laughed: "Are you here to taste the watermelon again?"

The old lady looked at the owner of the fried rice stall with dissatisfaction. She ignored the owner of the fried rice stall, but asked Canghai: "Can you still taste the melon?"

Canghai smiled: "You can do whatever you want!"

When the old lady heard this, she not only stuffed two little watermelons into the child's hand, but also grabbed two girls in her hand. As soon as the child got the watermelon, she immediately started to chew on it. While instructing the young grandson to eat slowly, she continued to walk forward with the child.

Looking at the backs of the two grandparents and grandchildren, the owner of the fried rice stall spat: "The older you get, the less promising it!"

The old lady brought her grandson to taste melons from the first day. She had to pass through the melon stall in Canghai three or four times a day, and she tasted it every time, but she didn't buy it every time. She just relied on tasting the melons and let the child eat it. After two days, the stall owners nearby knew that the old lady was very fond of taking advantage of it.

Cang Hai just smiled and said nothing.

Nowadays, Canghai no longer has too much hope for selling melons. Anyway, if someone wants to eat them, just eat them. As for the remaining melons, if no one has bought them, Canghai decided to try it at the agricultural sales conference.

Canghai didn’t know about the Agricultural Sales Fair before, but when he went home to read the news yesterday, it said that there was an agricultural product exhibition in September in the Magic City, and many novel agricultural and sideline products would be unveiled at this exhibition, so Canghai was wondering whether to put his own melons at the Agricultural Sales Fair.

"I said Xiao Cang, you can't let everyone taste it like this. I see that you haven't sold many melons in the past two days. There are four or five melons I tasted, right?" said the owner of the fried restaurant.

"The newly launched melon varieties are mainly for promotion." Cang Hai said, and took a few melons and divided them into the stall owners of the neighbors.

"Xiao Cang, melons are good but they are too expensive."

"Yes, why don't you change it to the market price."

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

It’s not time for the master yet, so many stalls gather together to chat.

Canghai just listened by the side and occasionally smiled.

"Boss, give me a melon!"

At this moment, an Audi stopped beside 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 the melon from this company?"

When the middle-aged man saw the child nodded, he said to Canghai: "Pick a familiar one and help me get it in the car. If you don't know, I'll come back to find you!"

When Canghai heard that the business came to the door, he immediately asked with a smile: "Bao Shu, if you don't know, I won't charge you a penny when you come back!"

Cang Hai remembered that he came last night, but at that time he was with an old man, who seemed to be a grandfather and grandson. He bought about seven or eight kilograms of watermelon and went back.

"One? Are you a bigger or a smaller one?" Cang Hai asked again.

"Small, you're too big," said the middle-aged man.

Canghai heard this and said, "Or you can just ask for half of it. If you want to eat it, come back and buy it."

The middle-aged man looked at the melon placed behind the stall, thought for a while and said, "It's better to choose a smaller one."

"Okay!" Cang Hai smiled and picked one out of the melon push, put it on the floor scale and said, "Seventy or eighty pounds, nine taels, I'll get you a whole, seventy or eighty pounds, a total of... ".

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

Canghai brought Gua to 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 nearly one thousand yuan, some people felt a little uncomfortable.

"No wonder Xiao Cang is not worried. It turns out that he will not open for half a year, and he will eat for half a year."

"Yes, a melon is several hundred yuan in size. If it is sold, you can buy a house in the Magic City."

Canghai didn't have the same knowledge as these people. They were so shameful that they were at this level. They would set up stalls here all their lives. Canghai didn't have to worry about such people at all.

A customer came to the door, and it was more than an hour later. Canghai became deserted. The stall next to him became hot. The sound of cooking was endless. People who were getting off work one after another began to make the road more and more lively.

The worst business on the whole street is Canghai. In two hours, a few scattered pieces of melons and bamboo sticks were sold, which cost ten yuan per dollar. A few young people bought some fresh pieces to try.

Canghai was bored here. He looked up and saw that the Audi was parked in front of his stall again. The middle-aged man who had just bought the melon got off the car.

As soon as he saw that someone was coming again, Cang Hai asked, "Is it not ripe for melons or is it not delicious?"

The middle-aged man waved his hand: "Not all, the melons are great. I'll buy a few more. This time I'll give it to someone, so I'll choose something better!"

"Okay!"

When the business came, Canghai immediately became happy and picked four slightly smaller melons, each of which looked like a huge ham sausage. It was thick in the middle and round at both ends, with black and green melon patterns, which looked first-class.

The middle-aged man specifically told him to make sure that he was ripe. Canghai put his chest on his side to ensure that it was ripe, and then he brought the melon to the middle-aged man onto the car.

Five melons were sold, and more than 4,000 yuan of income was put into their pockets. Canghai then had a little fun in business. Unfortunately, in the next hour, Canghai's watermelon stall was cold again and there was no even a piece of melon slices sold.

Without customers coming, Canghai sat quietly and played on his mobile phone.

He focused on his phone and Cang Hai on the melon stall. He didn't know that at this time, less than ten meters away from him, a familiar face was looking at him. After recognizing Cang Hai, he turned around and quickly left. When Cang Hai raised his head again, the man had already walked away.

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

The house has a two-bedroom and one living room structure. The decoration is very simple, just a white wall and a tiled mat. The living room is also small. You can put a table down. When you look at the structure of the house, you will know that it is probably a single-bedroom suite converted into two-bedroom and one living room.

"Huihui, Huihui!"

As soon as he entered the house, the middle-aged woman started to scream.

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

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

The woman is neither someone else nor Zhou Xinhui's mother.

"Mom, if you want to eat, you can buy it yourself. I still have a job on my hands, so I really can't leave!" Zhou Xinhui wanted to turn her head back to the room to continue working.

"I'll do my job later. Now I'll buy a melon for me and go to the night market. The melons in the fruit store are not fresh, so I'll relax!" Zhou Xinhui's mother stopped Zhou Xinhui and pulled her daughter out of the room.

Zhou Xinhui was helpless by her mother and had to take her wallet out.
Chapter completed!