Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

Su Haitang went near the train station with her bulging backpack on her back, set up a simple street stall, and hawked in a crisp voice: "Melon, delicious melon, 50 cents a piece, it doesn't cost money if it's not sweet!"

The train station is always one of the places with the most traffic, even in City A at this time.

Su Haitang chose to set up a street stall at the train station after consideration.

With the customer list accumulated in the previous life in the space, she can go and sit on the sidelines, which is also her original plan.

It's a pity that Uncle Wang appeared on the way, disrupting her plan, and falling out with the Wang family. Su Haitang felt that the previous plan was a bit inappropriate.

City A is so big, those people in the upper-class circle look down and don't see up, they are intertwined with each other, and they want to give each other face. And she just happened to offend a group of well-known people in City A unfortunately.

Su Haitang thought that with her meager business intelligence, she couldn't play with the sperm of this group of political people, so she decided that it was better to be honest and take the initiative to avoid the limelight.

The train station has a lot of passengers, and Chinese people all pay attention to the poor and rich. Buying a fresh and high-end gift to visit relatives and friends is very decent.

Su Haitang's judgment was correct, she only yelled twice before someone heard her.

"Why are you selling melons so expensive? Are you talking about selling them? Did I hear you right?"

Su Haitang smiled and cut a small triangle on the melon in front of him, and handed the melon meat to him to taste: "Taste first, then buy, it doesn't cost money if it's not sweet, fifty cents a piece, no kidding."

The guest picked up a piece of melon that had just been cut from the tip of the knife and tasted it, his eyes lit up immediately!

"I bought it! I want this in your hand, and I will give you fifty cents."

"Okay. I'll give you two more bags, and be careful not to spill the juice in your heart on your clothes."

Su Haitang quickly bagged the melon and handed it over with both hands.

Fifty cents in the account, good business!

Su Haitang yelled at Melon again, her voice became brighter and sweeter!

"Delicious melons cost 50 cents a piece. They don't cost any money if they're not sweet. The quantity is limited, first come, first served, come and buy them!"

There is no shortage of spectators at any time, even in front of the hurried train station.

"No sweet, no money? Give me a taste!"

Su Haitang glanced at the fashionable young man with long hair and sunglasses, the smile on his face faded, and he still generously cut a small piece of melon and handed it over.

"Be careful with the knife."

The young man opened his mouth and bit it directly, which startled Su Haitang, and quickly stopped his hand to remind him.

The young man took the piece of melon in his mouth, chewed and swallowed it twice, and frowned in dissatisfaction.

"You're too stingy, you haven't tasted much, let's have another piece!"

Listening to the familiar routine, Su Haitang hid the disdain in her heart, and politely smiled and refused.

"My melons all have the same taste. If you don't eat sweet melons, you can't eat my melons. Even if you taste all the rest of my melons, you still can't taste the taste. My melons If it’s not to your liking, you’d better go find something else that suits you.”

There was a commotion among the spectators around, all kinds of eyes cast their eyes on the young man in sunglasses, and they laughed and pointed at him, saying that it was Zhu Bajie who ate ginseng fruit and swallowed it whole.

The young man pulled off his sunglasses, revealing his bruised left eye socket, and glared fiercely at Su Haitang.

"What do you mean? I was so anxious to eat that I didn't taste the taste. What's wrong with asking for another piece? It's not for nothing! Oh, so you are worried that I will take advantage of you and not give you money?"

The young man squinted his beautiful right eye and showed a meaningful smile. Unfortunately, the bruised outline on the left spoiled his beauty.

Su Haitang suppressed the smile on the corner of her mouth, and admitted it openly.

"I just carried a few melons to sell. There is still an old lady at home to support, and the debt to buy the house has not been repaid. There is really no way to ask you to taste more. Please forgive me."

The young man glanced at her, took out five yuan, and slapped it on the melon.

"I'll buy ten. Cut the melon for me, don't want any that are not sweet."