Chapter 59: Chapter 58: Don’t Set Up a Stall Here Chapter 59: Chapter 58: Don’t Set Up a Stall Here While the audience in the Live Broadcast Room was shocked, Su Chenfei had already taken control of Ma Kang.
He asked an old man nearby to help call the police, and the old man nodded. He shouted loudly, “Co quick, we’ve caught a kidnapper! Soone call the police!”
In just a few words, the people from the neighboring stalls had all co to help.
Before long, the police arrived. The effect of the “Truth Charm” was still active, so when the police asked, the kidnapper answered, revealing how their organization had kidnapped a child not long ago.
The police hurriedly took the person back to the Police Station for questioning, without even having ti to ask how he was discovered.
After all, the whereabouts of the child were important, and finding out sooner could lead to a quicker recovery.
As the kidnapper was driven away, Mianmian, seeing that a lot of people had already co to the market, stood up, stretched, and prepared to start working.
At that mont, various sounds rged together on the street; even with weighing scales, it wouldn’t matter.
So, Mianmian handed the weighing scales to Su Chenfei, ready for him to sound the gong.
An old man nearby, seeing the young and old prepare to use the scales as drum instrunts, said with a laugh, “What are you kids doing with such primitive thods? Now we have loudspeakers, you could use a loudspeaker to shout.”
Mianmian tilted her head, “We don’t have a loudspeaker.”
“Oh, this little girl is so cute. Wait here, grandpa will go borrow a loudspeaker for you from an old friend of mine.”
The old man asked Su Chenfei to watch the stall for him, then got up and headed towards the other side of the street.
After a while, the old man ca back, staring at Mianmian curiously.
Mianmian took the initiative to ask, “Grandpa, what’s wrong?”
The old man handed the loudspeaker to Little Bun and asked, “Mianmian girl, do you rember giving a dicine pill to an old man selling chicks the other day?”
Mianmian nodded, “I rember.”
That old man who sold chicks had given them Dahuang and Xiaohuang, so she gave him a dicine pill, because he was a good man with a serious heart condition.
“Oh, it really was you.” The old man clapped his hands, “Absolutely amazing, that day old Yang suddenly felt a sharp chest pain at the market, he took out the dicine pill you had given and had soone feed it to him. It worked imdiately and he’s been wanting to thank you.”
“No need to thank ,” Mianmian said with a smile, “Mianmian was just returning a favor.”
The old man chuckled, “We have to thank you, you’ve saved his life. But never mind that now, you should sell your waterlons.”
The old man went back to his own stall, and Mianmian asked Su Chenfei how to use the loudspeaker.
Su Chenfei taught Mianmian to press the button on top, and she picked it up imdiately, recorded an advertisent, and pressed the button to cycle the playback.
The cute voice of Little Milk Bun rang out imdiately: “Sweet, round, fresh waterlons, only 1.50 per pound! Everyone, co and buy!”
The pedestrians walking on the street were all attracted by this voice. Usually, adults’ voices are used for selling, nobody gets to hear such a cute advertising call from a little kid.
Many people gathered around Mianmian out of curiosity, staring at her.
Market visitors were residents of the town and nearby villages, rarely seeing such a polished and adorable Little Bun. Little Bun also smiled very sweetly, asking everyone if they wanted to buy waterlons and offering free samples.
As the crowd grew larger, Mianmian turned off the loudspeaker.
She picked up a large waterlon and placed it on the mat in front of her, making a cutting gesture with her small hand: “Mianmian is going to cut the waterlon now.”
“Wow, this kid’s so strong? Really able to lift such a big waterlon, it must weigh at least 10 pounds.”
“Indeed, those two kids aren’t just strong, they could be little Herculeses.”
“She said she’s going to open the waterlon, how does she plan to cut it?”
As everyone’s curiosity was piqued, Mianmian let out a “Hei!” and her small hand cut through the waterlon like a knife, so fast, it almost left afterimages.
anwhile, the staff, wanting to capture this mont, quietly placed the cara on the waterlon cart.
The angle might not be great, but it wins in authenticity.
Just as she found the right angle to shoot, the waterlon Mianmian was holding in her hands split apart in a rice-shaped pattern. The cuts weren’t even but being able to split a waterlon open with her hands like this was already enough to surprise the people on site and the audience in the Live Broadcast Room.
“This kid’s quite capable, actually cutting a waterlon open with hands, impressive, impressive.”
“The waterlon does look good, very red, should be very sweet.”
“Little kid, try a piece.”
Soone told Mianmian they wanted to try a piece.
Mianmian happily handed over a piece, “Sure, Mianmian has tried it herself, it’s very sweet.”
The auntie had a taste, found it really sweet, and decided to buy so.
Su Chenfei picked a traditional scale to weigh the lon.
His operation was very smooth, and the live audience was very surprised: [It turns out that our Young Master Seven can still use such an old-fashioned scale.]
[He really is a hidden gem among artists, I thought the child of a wealthy family wouldn’t soil his hands with work, but it turns out Su Chenfei is capable of anything.]
The waterlon weighed 8 jin and 4 liang, and Su Chenfei charged for 8 jin, which was 12 yuan.
The auntie originally wanted to give the money to Su Chenfei, but Su Chenfei said with a smile, “Auntie, the boss is my Little Auntie, you can just give her the money.”
The auntie was surprised to find the little kid held such a high status in the family, exclaid a couple of sentences, then carried the waterlon away.
Others, seeing the auntie’s waterlon rounded down, felt this young man was good at doing business, and also expressed their wish to buy waterlon. In this town, the family who had monopolized the fruit trade had never been so generous before. Not sneakily tampering with the selected good fruits would be considered decent enough.
The scene was very lively for a while, so Mianmian picked up the gaphone and asked everyone to line up.
She had just finished speaking when there was another sound of a gaphone: “Folks, I’m telling you that today you might buy waterlons from this little kid here, but I see they’re outsiders. Once they leave, you’ll probably have no place to buy fruits from.”
Hearing the voice, the people gathered in front of Mianmian turned around, their eyes revealing fear of the speaker.
The person holding the gaphone was called Yang Daji, and Yang’s family was of bandit origins before Dragon Country was founded. However, the family’s conduct still carried a bandit-like air.
Yang Daji’s dad was sowhat of a scholar and did try to change, but who knew Yang Daji would inherit his ancestors’ ways and get mixed up in the sa old trouble.
If it hadn’t been for Yang Daji’s more civilized father, Yang Daji might have even monopolized other industries.
Now, with Yang Daji’s claim that they had bought fruits here, and once these city folks left, they would no longer have a place to buy fruits, it was definitely not a joke.
Thus, the residents who lived in the town and didn’t have any land to cultivate beca scared and left.
And those who lived in the villages, whose families did not grow waterlons, also feared that if they bought Mianmian’s waterlons, Yang Daji would refuse to buy other fruits they grew, leaving them without a sales channel and resulting in their fruits rotting in the fields, so they didn’t dare to buy either.
Mianmian watched as the people left, and she was extrely angry, puffing her cheeks out.
At this mont, Yang Daji had also walked up to Mianmian’s stall, his face smiling like Maitreya Buddha, but his words were infuriating, “Little Friend, I know you need this for your show, but I’m sorry, oh, the fruits on our town have to be sold through , Yang Daji, and we can’t break that rule, so your waterlons today are destined to not be sold.”
Mianmian stared at Yang Daji’s chubby face.
She had always had her Heavenly Eye open, and right now, she could see his destiny even clearer.
“It’s because of your actions that your dad’s health is bad,” Mianmian frowned, “Last ti I helped your dad, but if you keep doing this, the bad things you do will still affect your dad.”
Yang Daji didn’t expect such venomous words from a three-year-old child!
He frowned, “What are you talking about? My dad is very healthy, now get lost, don’t set up a stall here and be an eyesore to .”
Just as Yang Daji’s words fell, he was kicked in the behind.
“Who the hell kicked ? Want to die?” He cursed as he turned his head, and after seeing who it was, he put on a smiling face, “Ah, it’s my dad.”
“You unfilial son, who are you telling to leave? Your old man’s life was saved by her, and you dare to drive her away?” the old man was fuming.
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