The fat guy is Fatty Ball, and the handsome young master is naturally Jing Zhe. Since it was his first time doing retail and no one was helping him sell the goods, he had to step in himself and star in this great show.

What impressed him most was Pangqiu's acting skills. Last night, he claimed that he couldn't act, but he got into character in a second, truly a born actor.

Now that the play is over and the actors have left the stage, Jing Zhe doesn't intend to let the watermelon stall worker go.

He was the one who instigated the smashing of the shop and the beating of people. Luckily, it was all orchestrated by Jing Zhe himself, otherwise he could have really caused some trouble. Now he wants to leave?

No way!

"Hehe, is there something you need, young master?"

The waiter turned around and chuckled awkwardly.

"What's your name, sir?"

"My surname is Lin and my given name is Tong."

"Lin Tong, what a great name!"

Jing Zhe gave him a thumbs up, then chuckled and said, "I vaguely remember yesterday afternoon, you said that if I could sell a bowl of mung bean soup for a hundred coins, you would take my surname? Now that you've sold it, shouldn't you ask me what my surname is? Otherwise, you won't even know your own surname in the future!"

"We're talking about mung bean soup, not this mung bean popsicle!"

Lin Tong stretched his neck and argued forcefully.

"Hehe, these mung bean popsicles are made from mung bean soup. Once they melt, they become mung bean soup. However, it takes three or four popsicles to melt into a bowl. That means I sell a bowl of mung bean soup for not just one hundred coins, but three or four hundred coins!"

Jing Zhe sneered, "You should be grateful that we're only letting you take my surname, not changing your whole family's surname!"

"you!"

Lin Tong was trembling with anger, but also somewhat alarmed: This was outrageous! A bowl of mung bean soup that cost less than a penny was being sold for three or four hundred pennies, which was even more outrageous than the watermelons they sold!

"I'm too lazy to waste my breath on you!"

He turned to leave, but Hanhan was still blocking his way. Considering the difference in strength between the two sides, Lin Tong dared not charge forward.

"Heh," she sneered, turning to stare at Jing Zhe. "What, you plan to leave me here? Aren't you afraid my young master will come and demand me back?"

Jing Zhe shook his head. "Keep you here? What are you dreaming of? What can you do besides waste food? I just want to tell you, my surname is Fan. Since you want to take my surname, you'll be called Fan Tong from now on!"

"..."

big eater…

Those who hadn't yet left managed to suppress their laughter upon hearing this title.

Ever since Lin Wenyao monopolized the watermelons in the city, the people have been complaining and naturally don't like this guy named Lin Tong. They were overjoyed to see him being scolded by Jing Zhe.

...

Nearly half of the customers in the lobby left in no time, and those who remained were just watching; no one wanted to buy a mung bean popsicle.

Jing Zhe overestimated his acting skills, or rather, underestimated the patience of this group of people.

"These are all so good, I want them all!"

Suddenly, a pleasant and familiar voice rang out from the crowd; it belonged to the handsome young man who had been watching the show for quite some time.

"To enjoy royal treatment for only one hundred coins, this is such a great deal!"

After hearing what he said, several people who had been hesitant finally made up their minds.

"Give me one!"

"Give me one too!"

"Me too!"

With everyone talking at once, five or six popsicles were sold in no time. The rest of the people continued to watch and wait. Jing Zhe had already concluded that these people would not buy any more.

She winked at the young man and asked, "Young master, how many do you want?"

"The more the better! I'd love to get a few hundred!"

"hiss!"

"Several hundred!"

That's dozens of taels of silver, yet they spoke of it so casually. What a nouveau riche!

"Young master, I am truly sorry."

Jing Zhe smiled and shook his head, "Because this ice is really difficult to make, our shop has only made a hundred in total. We just sold nearly ten more, and there are less than a hundred left."

"Okay, then give me the rest!"

"Please wait a moment, young master, I will send someone to fetch it right away!"

After Jing Zhe finished speaking, he said to the others with a slight apology, "I'm really sorry, everyone, we've sold out of popsicles for today. If you want to buy some, you'll have to wait until tomorrow!"

After hearing this, those people showed little regret on their faces and walked out together.

After everyone left, Jing Zhe asked Hanhan to close the door. Cool Summer, which had only been open for an hour, was now closing.

"Thank you so much for helping me out of that predicament, young master!"

Jing Zhe bowed to the handsome young man and said in a deep voice.

On the first day of business, Jing Zhe was full of confidence and even put on a show at the entrance, thinking that selling out 100 mung bean popsicles in an instant would be no problem. However, reality slapped him in the face.

Most people were just watching the spectacle and had no real intention of making a purchase. If it weren't for the young master's intervention, the scene would have been quite awkward.

"Young Master Akun, there's no need for thanks."

The young man with pink hair shook his head. "I am amazed by the ice-making techniques in the height of summer, and I am also very curious about the taste of these mung bean popsicles, so asking for more is no problem."

Jing Zhe nodded and stopped being polite.

"If I'm not mistaken, those two men at the beginning were both your men, young master, weren't they?"

Seeing Jing Zhe's affirmation, the pink-haired young master smiled and said, "Actually, the play you performed today was very successful, but you chose the wrong target!"

"Oh? What do you mean?"

Just as he was about to ask again, Hanhan leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Young Master, Fatty and Big Guy are back from the back door!"

Jing Zhe thought for a moment before saying, "This is not the place to talk. Would you please come to my room for a chat, young master?"

The young man with fair skin did not refuse and gladly went.

...

Upon arriving at the backyard room, Fatty and the big guy who had been lying on the ground earlier were already waiting there, arguing about something.

"Fatty, if I ever have to play a role like your brother again, I'm not doing it!"

The big guy looked aggrieved.

"Hehe, you ate that mung bean popsicle all by yourself, don't be so ungrateful for getting a good deal!"

The fat ball was not to be outdone.

"I'd rather not eat it! Look at this, and look at this again!"

As he spoke, the big guy lifted his shirt, revealing a red belly that looked as if it had been roasted by fire.

"It's so hot on the ground, why did you have to make me lie down! I told you to just support me, it's just pretending to have heatstroke, why did you have to play dead?"

"Professional! Do you even know what professionalism means?"

Fatty pouted.

"Fine, I won't say any of that!"

The big guy took a deep breath and said indignantly, "But could you please not say things like 'marry your sister' next time? Do you know how scared I was by that?!"

Fatty was also blushing with anger: "It's just for the performance. You really think I want to marry my sister to you? Keep dreaming! On the whole mountain, only the young chief is worthy of my sister!"

Jing Zhe, who was passing by: emmm…

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