You've been reborn and you're going to go farm?

On Media North Street, part-time students set up a distribution point for Qingshan watermelons along the street.

When Lin Tao got off the truck carrying the last two boxes of watermelons, he was still a little dazed.

The scene before him was completely different from what he had imagined about selling watermelons.

There was no shouting or haggling; the students lined up in an orderly fashion, like eager baby birds waiting to be fed.

Holding their phones, they waited for their turn, then simply gave their number, verified their phone number, paid, and took the watermelon away. Some didn't even weigh it.

"Hey student, this is your watermelon. It's crisp and crunchy, and there are 18 slices in total. Would you like it cut?"

"Yes, yes, please divide it into three boxes."

"Okay, please line up over there, thank you."

The students responsible for cutting the food wore disposable gloves. Cutting boards, knives, and food boxes of different sizes were lined up in a row. The students cut the food and packed it into boxes in one smooth motion.

The whole process was incredibly efficient; it didn't look like selling watermelons, it looked more like...

assembly line!

Lin Tao treated the driver to watermelon, and then settled the fare of 1200 yuan that Jiang Lin had given him.

Looking at the students lining up and discussing enthusiastically, I couldn't understand why they were so excited about buying a watermelon.

The two people Li Yao brought were also equally baffled.

Lin Chuan simply couldn't imagine what kind of magic could make these students obedient!

"This is outrageous!"

"Are you sure about his 13% figure?"

Li Yao rolled his eyes at him: "You really don't know anything. You're still fixated on your 13%. This isn't about the data. Don't you even know what participation means?"

This would never have gone so smoothly anywhere else!

But it works only among students.

The students' enthusiasm for new things, the ample time, and the high-quality watermelons from Jianglin all contributed to this online-to-offline celebration.

"So, Little Li, where is your student?" The well-dressed woman next to him asked with interest as she surveyed the entire assignment area.

……

"Hey, I'm already in the university area, just two more blocks away."

Jiang Lin gripped the steering wheel, watching the tricycle slowly pedaling forward in front of him.

The truck was full of green watermelons, each with a white label.

Lin Tao called to say that people were already picking up watermelons and the scene was orderly, so he wasn't in a hurry and just slowly followed the tricycle.

After turning into the university town, he actually saw quite a few of these tricycles, all of which, like his "data melon," had labels on them.

However, it's clear that business isn't doing very well.

Yesterday's crackdown on counterfeits must have had an effect.

The tricycle crossed the intersection and turned into an alley. A short while later, the middle-aged stall owner came out of the alley.

Jiang Lin waited at a traffic light, and when he got there, he only saw a tricycle parked next to a rice noodle shop.

He stopped the car and went over to take a look: "Texture: crisp, sugar content: 16%..."

"Hiss..." Jiang Lin couldn't help but gasp. The labels were actually quite different from his first version, but the information was the same.

But the sugar content...

16%!

With mobile phones being so convenient now, don't these people know to check the sugar content range before copying homework? Is 16% really challenging the physiological limits of watermelons?

"Handsome, would you like to buy a watermelon?"

"Very sweet, 3 yuan per pound!"

Having probably been instructed by the stall owner, the rice noodle shop owner called out to Jiang Lin as he looked at the watermelon.

Jiang Lin smiled and waved his hand: "Let me see."

As he spoke, he turned around, got back into the car, and continued driving towards the North Gate.

Just as I turned the corner, I heard a noisy voice coming from ahead: "I bought it from you yesterday!"

"What kind of data is this? It's not sweet at all!"

Chen Feng, standing to the side, his face already flushed, said, "Uncle, please don't worry, we didn't open the door yesterday."

"Our watermelons aren't sold retail; they're all pre-ordered online."

"Are you sure you're not mistaken?"

"Mistaken? Do I look like an old man who's lost his mind?" the middle-aged man shouted. "I bought it from you!"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

"They even labeled it with a sugar content of 13%? What, do you guys have supernatural eyes? You can tell just by looking through the watermelon rind?"

His nonchalant, gangster-like aura instantly created a tense atmosphere.

Some of the students in line frowned, their eyes revealing obvious anger. They all knew very well what had happened to Brother Watermelon's watermelons these past two days; this guy was just looking for trouble.

Some quietly stepped back, looking like they didn't want to cause trouble.

Some students exchanged glances, as if hesitating whether to go up and help.

The part-time students at the front of the line, responsible for distributing the melons, were pale-faced. They had never seen anything like this before, and they stopped cutting the melons, looking somewhat bewildered.

The main problem is that the boss isn't here. Although Jiang Lin briefly mentioned in the group yesterday how to handle similar situations, they didn't dare to make a move after seeing how Chen Feng had been scolded into a daze.

Chen Feng also felt a bit overwhelmed. He knew this person was deliberately causing trouble, but the boss wasn't there and had entrusted the place to him. He couldn't back down, and he couldn't let the situation get out of control.

Otherwise, the reputation that Brother Watermelon built could very well be lost!

He took a deep breath, recalling the principle Jiang Lin had mentioned before—to be soft first and then hard, avoiding direct conflict—and tried to make a final effort: "We really don't have retail."

"Uncle, how about this?" He softened his voice and forced a smile. "Whether you ordered from us or not, it's not easy for you to make the trip in this heat. I'll give you one so you can try what a 'Green Mountain' watermelon tastes like. Consider it making friends and calming you down."

The middle-aged man sneered, "Do you think I need two watermelons from you?"

"I'm here today to expose your tricks for deceiving students!"

As soon as he said that, everyone understood that he was there to cause trouble.

Chen Feng was about to say a few more kind words when he suddenly felt a pat on the shoulder.

He turned his head and saw that Lin Tao had somehow appeared behind him.

Lin Tao had a cigarette dangling from his mouth and no expression on his face. He simply waved to Chen Feng, signaling him to step back.

Lin Tao had already been involved in the community while he was in vocational school, and had seen all sorts of people.

Later, when he started working in the factory, he matured and became more reserved. He didn't talk much, so he seemed honest and taciturn.

He was 1.8 meters tall, and his back, which had been hunched over while carrying watermelons on the truck, was now ramrod straight. He gently removed the cigarette from his mouth, threw it on the ground, and then crushed it out.

His eyes seemed to be squinting slightly from the smoke, and his gaze fell on the middle-aged man's face through the slits of his eyes.

That usual honest and taciturn demeanor vanished, replaced by a heavy sense of oppression.

Lin Tao didn't raise his voice, but calmly asked in a slightly accented tone:

"What, trying to cause trouble?"