Chapter 39

"Brother, the melon is so big. I've tried my best to cut it for 20 yuan. I can't sell it for two and five? I can't change five percent."

Su Haitang neatly cut the last melon into twenty pieces and explained to everyone with a smile.

"No matter how small it is, it will become dumpling stuffing. It's not decent to sell it for a penny; no matter how big it is, I can sell it for four or five cents a piece, but there will be more people who can't buy it. It's not good for everyone to wait in vain."

"Moreover, the taste of some of the melons is certainly not as good as that in the middle, so I'll cut them bigger and try to make everyone spend as much money as possible. I can only do this when I sell melons for the first time. Please forgive me."

Su Haitang looks white and beautiful. He doesn't laugh or talk. He was killed by gangsters. He doesn't care about the two melons. He looks atmospheric and very popular.

In addition, when people buy melons, they not only want to spend three cents to taste fresh, but also pay more attention to seeds.

Just like a chicken laying an egg laying a chicken, if you spend three cents, you can harvest a pile of melons in March. It's not a loss, and no one cares about Su Haitang's extra ten cents.

The girl explained it very clearly. You can't buy it if you don't like it. Who forced you to pay? If you don't lose the house or the land, you'll get sore red eye.

"Give me a piece."

Two pieces of steel fell into the small basket, and the sound was wrong.

Su Haitang raised his eyes and looked at the gangster wrapped in a turban.

"Comrade, I'm still here to investigate in plain clothes. The two one cent steel bars add up to two cents, and the money is not enough to buy one yuan. Besides, you just ate my two whole melons for nothing. If you're not sweet, I'll confiscate your money and make trouble. Isn't it a little too much?"

Suddenly someone recognized the little gangster and pulled off his turban and presbyopia glasses.

"Two donkeys, it's really you! You can't catch other people's girls. What a precious thing! You pig Bajie made two like eating ginseng fruit. It's more than one yuan! That's not enough?"

"That's right! You said it wasn't sweet. Go and buy sweet ones. Don't rob us. We are all honest people. If you say three cents, you'll get three cents. There's absolutely no water!"

"Mom, is his tongue broken? This melon is sweet. I want to eat it again! Buy me two more pieces!"

Tong yanwuji always hit the nail on the head, pushing the embarrassment of the little gangster to the extreme!

Su Haitang picked up two pennies and handed them back. He smiled and didn't speak.

The two donkeys grabbed the money, the handbag and the headscarf, hurriedly squeezed out of the crowd, but forgot to wear presbyopic glasses on their nose. Their eyesight was blocked, and they almost fell over, causing a burst of coaxing from the children.

After a little episode, people then paid in order to buy melons and beg for seeds.

"Su Haitang! Where did you steal the melon! I told mom to beat you!"

The Soviet Navy rushed into the crowd, grabbed the small basket on the ground, reached out and grabbed a handful of melon blocks, stuffed them into his mouth and was about to run.

The front of the stall is surrounded by melon eating people on the inner and outer floors. How can he slip away!

"Where did you come from, little boy? How did your parents teach you to steal money in broad daylight if you don't learn well at a young age?"

The dark skinned uncle grabbed his back neck collar, slipped the man up easily, grabbed the small basket of money and returned it to Su Haitang.

"The little boss pays attention. There are many people in the market and many thieves."

The Soviet Navy was hanging in the air. Its fat and short neck was strangled and struggled with punches and kicks!

"Let go of me! I'm not a thief! She's my sister. What did I do with her money!"