A top superstar who started as a composer

Chapter 155 Watermelon
On the second day, everyone started to think about making money again after breakfast.

After screening, everyone finally chose a sales task.

The watermelons in Lao Wu's family are gradually ripening, and they need someone to help them sell them, and they can get [-] yuan for the completion.

Four young people are responsible for this big money-making event.

An hour later, four people appeared on a busy street in the center of the town.

There was already a van full of watermelons parked by the side of the road.

There is also a wooden sign on the back of the truck: one yuan per catty, and each person can only buy one.

Needless to say, it must be the director's handwriting.

The four people looked at such a booth and looked at each other.

One minute later, behind the wooden sign, four young people sat in a row on small benches and looked at the passing pedestrians with blank expressions.

One or two, the number of people watching the excitement gradually increased, especially a few young people, who took out their mobile phones to take pictures and typed, apparently planning to invite friends to come and watch the monkeys.

However, I took the initiative to ask the price and there was indeed none.

1 minute, 2 minutes...

Seeing the crowd of onlookers going back and forth, Ye Qingfan finally couldn't help but whispered: "Shall we shout?"

Yu Hai listened to the continuous sound of various small speakers on the street, and nodded: "Yes, you come!"

Ye Qingfan took a deep breath, stood up and shouted to the onlookers: "Want to buy watermelon? One yuan per catty? It's big and sweet."

At the same time, Yu Hai silently took out a big watermelon from the car and put it on the ground, and beat it rhythmically with his hands to make a sound of thump, thump, thump.

In the next second, a young girl said, "Give me one, just the one His Highness has in hand!"

So Lin Qianqian moved the watermelon to the electronic scale silently.

After scanning the QR code held in Ye Qingzhou's hand, the transaction was completed, but the customer did not leave, but continued to silently watch Yu Hai continue to shoot watermelons.

Shoot one, sell one, very efficient look.

There are not many young people in the small town, but Yu Hai's strong appearance and affinity still reduced the number of watermelons on the train at a speed visible to the naked eye.

By the time it was close to lunch time, more than half of the watermelons on the car had been sold.

Yin Du was also like an old woman, coming over to ask someone to eat.

Holding a few big watermelons specially presented by Lao Wu, the five of them headed home.

Along the way, most of the people were in a hurry, as if they wanted to go home for dinner.

Suddenly, a young man with a schoolbag on his back and a somewhat depressed expression attracted the attention of the murderer.

The boy was about ten years old, and he was sitting at the door of a house with the door tightly closed. His eyes wandered among the passers-by on the road, and his expression was a little anxious and helpless.

In the next second, he noticed Yu Hai and his group sitting on the street, but his eyes did not stay on Nobody, but on the watermelon in their hands.

Then, Yu Hai clearly saw the boy swallow his saliva.

Everyone can see that longing look in his eyes.

However, the young man seemed to have noticed that the five people saw his gaze, and hurriedly looked away, pretending to be nonchalant and looking elsewhere.

It's just that Yu Hai saw the other party swallow again.

Yu Hai paused, it was time for meal, the boy was obviously hungry.

Maybe the adults in the family have something to delay and haven't come back yet.

But the longing look in the young man's eyes made him feel a little dazed.

He couldn't tell whether it was himself or the original, and his memory had such a longing before.

I can't remember how old he was, or in the summer, when he spent all his pocket money on spicy sticks, he also looked at the ice soda in the hands of his classmates with such longing eyes.

At that time, a classmate said he was willing to lend him money, but he rejected it in a tone that he didn't want at all.

Thinking of this, Yu Hai couldn't help but want to laugh.

The next second, the watermelon in his hands was unstable, and fell to the ground with a thud, splitting in two.

Everyone looked at him immediately.

Yin Du immediately asked: "Is Xiaoluo tired?"

Yu Hai shook his head: "Hand slipped!"

Said Yu Hai squatted down and picked up the watermelon, looking a bit pity, he turned his head and looked around, and then walked towards the little boy carrying the schoolbag, in his dazed eyes, Yu Hai said sincerely: "I can help you Am I doing me a favor?"

"what?"

Yu Hai handed over half of the watermelon in his hand: "I'm in a hurry to go home. It's a pity to lose this watermelon. Can you help me get rid of it? It's not dirty."

"Okay, okay." The little boy took the watermelon at a loss, his eyes fixed on the red flesh, and he swallowed again uncontrollably.

Yu Hai showed a gratified expression: "Thank you!"

The little boy immediately raised his head and showed a shy smile: "You're welcome."

Yu Hai then turned and left without looking back to see if the boy had eaten the watermelon.

He raised half a melon in his hand to Yin Du: "I'm sorry, there's only half of it left."

Yin Du seemed to understand what was coming, and rolled his eyes at him: "Go back, this watermelon has no place!"

Ye Qingzhou immediately said in a hurry: "Your Highness will eat mine."

Talking and laughing, they returned to the mushroom house.

He Changping and the two of them had already started to set up the bowls and chopsticks.

Seeing half of the watermelon with irregular edges in Yu Hai's hand, he was a little puzzled.

Yin Du helped explain.

At this time, Lin Qianqian, who had been silent all the way, was a little puzzled and said, "Your Highness just dropped the watermelon on purpose?"

Yin Du smiled and said, "Didn't you notice? Xiao Luo's acting skills are really bad!"

Yu Hai was speechless: "I'm not an actor, what do I want to do with acting?"

Lin Qianqian frowned: "Why? Just give the watermelon to that child. Why did you drop it on purpose and only give half of it?"

Guo Siying knew that her niece's response was very slow, so she patiently explained to him, "Do you think if you give it directly, the child will take it?"

"Why not? He looks very hungry."

Guo Yinghou shook her head: "For a teenager, self-esteem is very important."

"Not bad!" He Changping said while stirring the dishes in the pot, "Children's self-esteem is actually very sensitive and fragile, but many adults like to deal with it in a self-righteous way."

"For example, if it were other people, many people could tell that the child wanted to eat watermelon very much, and most people would not mind giving him watermelon, but did most people take it for granted? Go forward and hand the melon to him? Even after the child refuses, they will give it to him very forcefully? They will never think about whether the child is really refusing, or just being polite?"

While cutting the half of the watermelon, Yin Du nodded in agreement: "Actually, it's not just a matter of children's self-esteem. I think many people actually like to have a superior mentality when they do good deeds."

"Of course, no matter what mentality they have to do good things, at least they do it, which is very good, and there is nothing to criticize. It's just that I personally prefer those who do things well."

Guo Siying echoed while helping to arrange the bowls and chopsticks: "In any case, you need to have a standard for everything."

"Some people's kindness really hurts."

Everyone in the Mushroom House was eating melons, looking thoughtful.

Especially Lin Qianqian, she didn't know what she thought of, and she looked a little dazed.

The barrage in the live broadcast room has always been very lively.

After all, bullshit is everywhere.

The person involved, Yu Hai, gnawed melons silently, without making a sound.

As far as his emotional intelligence is concerned, he is not a comprehensive person. On the contrary, he never thinks so much, and often thinks about things in a comprehensive way.

This time, he just thought of his former self and substituted for the other party.

Hearing the emotions of several middle-aged people, Yu Hai couldn't help thinking of a sentence he liked very much:

The most touching thing is just the right tenderness and quiet kindness

(End of this chapter)