Chapter 58: Don't set up a stall here
While the audience in the live broadcast room was shocked, Su Chenfei had already directly controlled Ma Kang.
He asked the old man next to him to help call the police. The old man nodded, but shouted loudly: "Come quickly, we have caught a beggar here, come and call the police!"
With just a few words, he got people from the stalls next door to come over and help.
Soon, the police arrived. The truth talisman was still in effect, and Paihuazi answered whatever the police asked, telling them that his organization had kidnapped a child not long ago.
The police quickly took the man back to the police station for interrogation without even having time to ask how he discovered it.
After all, the whereabouts of the child is important, the sooner we find out, the sooner we can find him.
After Paihuazi was driven away, Mianmian saw that there were already many people on the street coming to the market, so she stood up, stretched, and prepared to start work.
At this time, all the sounds on the street merged together, so it didn't matter even if a scale was used.
So Mianmian handed the scale to Su Chenfei, ready for Su Chenfei to knock on it.
The old man nearby saw the two preparing to beat the scale like a gong and a drum, and said with a smile: "Why are you using such a primitive method? Now we have a loudspeaker, we can use it to shout."
Mianmian tilted her head: "We don't have a horn."
"Oh, this little girl is so cute. Wait, I'll go borrow a speaker from my old lover."
The old man asked Su Chenfei to help look after the stall, then stood up and walked towards the street.
After a while, the old man came back and stared at Mianmian strangely.
Mianmian took the initiative to ask: "Grandpa, what's the matter?"
The old man handed the speaker to the little boy and asked, "Mianmian, you gave a pill to a grandfather selling chickens that day, do you remember?"
Mianmian nodded: "I remember."
The grandfather who sold chicks gave them big yellow and small yellow chickens, so she gave them a pill, because the old grandfather was a good man, but he had a serious heart disease.
"Oh, it's really you." The old man clapped his hands. "It's amazing. That day, Old Yang felt heart pain while going to the market. He took out the medicine and asked someone to feed it to him. Unexpectedly, he got better immediately. He said he was going to thank you."
"No need to thank me, Mianmian is just giving you a return gift." Mianmian smiled.
The old man said cheerfully: "Of course I have to thank you. You have already saved his life. No more words, just sell watermelons."
The old man returned to his stall and asked Su Chenfei how to use the horn.
Su Chenfei taught Mianmian how to press the button above, and Mianmian learned it immediately, recorded a few lines of the advertisement, and pressed the button to play them in a loop.
The cute little voice immediately rang out: "Big sweet watermelon, big round watermelon, fresh big watermelon, 1.5 yuan per pound! Come and buy some!"
People walking on the street are attracted by this sound. Usually when people want to sell something, they use the voice of an adult, not such a cute little kid to shout advertisements.
Many people gathered around Mianmian and stared at her curiously.
The market was full of residents from the town and nearby villages, and it was rare to see such a delicate little girl. She smiled very sweetly and asked everyone if they wanted to buy watermelon, and they could taste it for free.
Seeing that more and more people were coming, Mianmian turned off the speaker.
She picked up a big watermelon and placed it on the mat in front of her. She made a cutting motion with her little hands: "Mianmian is going to cut the watermelon."
"Wow, this kid is so strong? He can actually hold such a big watermelon, it must be at least 10 kilograms."
"Indeed, those two kids who came here, I'm afraid they are strong men."
"She said she wanted to cut the watermelon. How was she going to cut it?"
When everyone's curiosity was aroused, Mianmian let out a "Hey" and cut the watermelon with her little hands like a knife, so fast that an afterimage was almost left.
Over there, in order to capture this scene, the staff quietly placed a camera on the watermelon cart.
Although the angle is not very good, it is realistic.
As soon as the shooting angle was found, the watermelon in Mianmian's hands broke into pieces in a cross shape. The cuts were cracked and not neat, but being able to cut the watermelon into this shape with bare hands was enough to surprise the people at the scene and the audience in the live broadcast room.
"This kid is really capable. He actually cut the watermelon with his hands. That's amazing."
"This watermelon is really good. It looks red and should be very sweet."
"Little boy, try a piece."
Someone told Mianmian that they wanted to try a piece.
Mianmian happily handed over a piece: "Okay, Mianmian has eaten it herself, it's very sweet."
The lady took a bite and found it indeed sweet, so she decided to buy it.
Su Chenfei picked up a beam scale to weigh the weight.
His operation was very smooth, and the audience in the live broadcast room was very surprised: [It turns out that our Seventh Young Master can use such an ancient scale.] [He is really a treasure artist. I thought the child of the richest man had never touched ordinary water, but I didn’t expect Su Chenfei to be able to do everything.] The watermelon was weighed 8 jin and 4 liang. Su Chenfei calculated it according to 8 jin and charged 12 yuan.
Originally the aunt wanted to give the money to Su Chenfei, but Su Chenfei smiled and said, "Aunt, the boss is my aunt, just give the money to her."
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The aunt was surprised that the baby was so senior. She exclaimed a few words and then left with the watermelon.
Others saw that the aunt's watermelon was cut off, and thought that this young man was good at business, so they also said they wanted to buy watermelons. You know, this family that monopolized the fruit in the town had never been so generous, and it was considered good if they didn't secretly tamper with the selected fruits.
The scene was very hot for a while, and Mianmian held up a loudspeaker and asked everyone to line up.
As soon as she finished speaking, the loudspeaker's voice came from the other end: "Fellow villagers, you bought watermelons from this little kid today, but I see they are from outside the area. After they leave, you may have nowhere to buy fruit."
Hearing the voice, the people surrounding Mianmian turned around, their eyes revealing fear of this man.
The man holding the loudspeaker is called Yang Daji. The Yang family was originally a bandit family before the founding of Longguo. But the family still acts with a bandit spirit.
Yang Daji's father was originally a half-educated man, and the old man had changed. But who would have thought that Yang Daji would inherit his ancestor's profession and become successful again.
If Yang Daji's father had not been more civilized, Yang Daji might have monopolized other industries.
Now Yang Daji said that they bought fruits here, and after these two city people leave, they will have no place to buy fruits anymore. This must be no joke.
As a result, the residents who lived in the town and had no land to farm became scared and turned away.
Those who live in the village and do not grow watermelons are afraid that Yang Daji will not harvest other fruits they grow, and without sales channels, the fruits will rot in the fields, so they dare not buy the watermelons.
When Mianmian saw that all the people who came to buy watermelons had run away, she became very angry and her little face puffed up.
Yang Daji also walked to Mianmian's stall at this time, with a smile on his face like Maitreya Buddha, but his words were infuriating: "Little friends, I know you are needed for the program, but I'm sorry, the fruits in our town can only be sold from me, Yang Daji, and you can't break this rule, so your watermelons are destined to go unsold today."
Mianmian stared at Yang Daji's fat face.
She has always had her third eye open, and now she can see people's fate more clearly.
"It's because of you that your father's health is not good." Mianmian frowned, "I helped your father last time, but if you continue like this, the bad things you did will still affect your father."
Yang Daji didn't expect that a three-year-old child could speak so viciously!
He frowned and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? My father is in good health. Go away and don't set up a stall here to bother me."
As soon as Yang Daji finished speaking, he was kicked in the butt.
"Who the hell kicked me? Don't you want to live?" He cursed and turned his head. After seeing who it was, he smiled and said, "Ah, it's you, Dad."
"You unfilial son, who are you letting go? She saved my life and yours, and you still dare to chase her away?" the old man was angry.
(End of this chapter)