My Aunt is Three and a Half Years Old. She Holds a Milk Bottle and Tells Fortunes. the Whole Interne

Chapter 58 Don’t set up a stall here

While the audience in the live broadcast room was shocked, Su Chenfei had directly controlled Ma Kang.

He asked the old man next to him to help him call the police. The old man nodded, but shouted loudly: "Come on, we caught a flower girl here, please come and call the police!"

 With a few words, people from the stalls next to me came over to help.

 After a while, the police came. The effect of the truth-telling charm was still there, and Paihuazi answered whatever the police asked him, telling him that his organization had abducted a child not long ago.

The police quickly took the person back to the police station for interrogation, without even having time to ask how they found it.

 After all, the whereabouts of children are important. Ask them early and find them early.

After Paihuazi was beaten away, Mianmian saw that there were already many people coming to the market on the street, so she stood up and stretched to get ready to start work.

At this time, various sounds on the street converged together, and it didn’t matter even if a scale was used.

So Mianmian handed the scale to Su Chenfei and prepared for Su Chenfei to ring it.

The old man next to him saw the young and old preparing to beat the scales as gongs and drums, and said with a smile: "What are the kids doing with such a primitive method? Now that we have a trumpet, we can use the trumpet to shout."

Mianmian tilted his head: "We don't have a loudspeaker."

“Oh, this little girl is so cute. Just wait, grandpa will go to my old friend to borrow a speaker for you.”

The old man asked Su Chenfei to help look after the stall, got up and walked towards the street.

After a while, the old man came back and stared at Mianmian strangely.

Mianmian took the initiative and asked: "Grandpa, what's the matter?"

The old man handed the trumpet to Xiao Nai Tuanzi and asked: "Mianmian little boy, that day you gave a pill to a grandpa who sold chickens. Do you still remember?"

Mianmian nodded: "Remember."

The grandpa who sold chickens gave them rhubarb and small huang, so she gave them a pill because the grandpa was a good man but had a serious heart disease.

"Oh, you are really stupid." The old man clapped his hands, "It's amazing. That day when Lao Yang was going to the market, he suddenly felt angina pectoris. He took out the medicine and had someone feed it to him. Unexpectedly, he was cured all of a sudden. He said I’m ready to thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Mianmian is just giving me a gift in return.” Mianmian smiled.

The old man said cheerfully: "I must thank you. You have already saved his life. Let's not talk about it anymore. Just sell watermelons."

The old man returned to his stall and asked Su Chenfei how to use the horn.

Su Chenfei taught Mianmian how to press the buttons above, and Mianmian learned it immediately. He recorded a few commercials and pressed the sound to play in a loop.

The cute little voice immediately sounded: "Big sweet watermelon, big round watermelon, big fresh watermelon, 1 yuan and 50 pounds! Come and buy it, everyone!"

Pedestrians walking on the street were attracted by this sound. Usually when people want to sell things, they use adult voices, and there won't be such cute little cute babies shouting advertisements.

Many people gathered around Mianmian and stared at Mianmian curiously.

 The market is full of residents from the town and nearby villages, and it is rare to see such beautiful little breast dumplings. The little girl with small **** also smiles very sweetly. When she meets people, she asks if she wants to buy watermelon, and she can also taste it for free.

 Seeing more and more people, Mianmian turned off the speaker.

 She picked up a large watermelon and placed it on the mat in front of her. She made a cutting motion with her little hands: "Mianmian wants to cut the watermelon."

　　"Hey, is this little kid so strong? He can actually hold such a big watermelon, at least 10 kilograms."

"Indeed, those two little kids who came here are probably not strong men."

“She said she wanted to cut the watermelon. How do you plan to cut it?”

When everyone's curiosity was aroused, there was a continuous "Hey" sound, and the small hand cut the watermelon like a knife, so fast that it almost left an afterimage.

Over there, in order to capture this scene, the staff quietly put the camera on the watermelon cart.

Although the angle is not very good, it is better than reality. As soon as he found the right shooting angle, the watermelon in Mianmian’s hands spread out in pieces like a rice. The incisions were cracked and uneven, but being able to open the watermelon like this with bare hands was enough to surprise the people at the scene and the audience in the live broadcast room.

“This kid is very capable. He can actually cut a watermelon with his hands. It’s very impressive.”

“This watermelon is really good. It looks red and must be very sweet.”

 “Little baby, have a taste.”

Someone told Mianmian that he wanted to try a piece.

Mianmian happily handed over a piece: "Okay, Mianmian has eaten it herself, it's very sweet."

The aunt took a bite and found it really sweet, so she decided to buy it.

Su Chenfei picked a steelyard to weigh the weight.

His operation was very smooth, and the audience in the live broadcast room was very surprised: "It turns out that our seventh son still uses such an ancient scale." ]

　　[He is really a treasured artist. I thought that the child from the richest family would never touch the spring water, but I didn't expect that Su Chenfei could do everything. ]

The watermelon was weighed at 8 catties and 4 taels. Su Chenfei calculated it as 8 catties and charged 12 yuan.

Originally, the aunt wanted to give the money to Su Chenfei, but Su Chenfei said with a smile: "Auntie, the boss is my sister-in-law, just give her the money."

The aunt was surprised that the little breasted baby was so senior, she said a few words of surprise and left carrying the watermelon.

Others saw that the aunt’s watermelon was marked with a fraction of the price, and thought that this young man could do business, and also said they wanted to buy watermelons. You know, this company that has a monopoly on fruits in the town has never been so generous. If they don't secretly tamper with the selected fruits, it will be considered good.

The scene was very popular for a while, and Mianmian held up a loudspeaker to ask everyone to line up.

As soon as she finished speaking, the sound of a loudspeaker came from the other end: "I said, folks, you bought watermelon from this little baby today, but I think they are outsiders. After they leave, you will probably There is no place to buy fruit.”

Hearing the sound, the people gathered in front of Mianmian turned around, their eyes revealing fear of this man.

The man holding the trumpet is called Yang Daji. The Yang family was a bandit before the founding of the Dragon Kingdom. But the family still acts with a bandit spirit.

Yang Daji’s father was originally half a scholar, but the old man has changed. Who would have thought that Yang Daji had inherited his ancestor’s profession and ended up getting mixed up again.

Had Yang Daji's father not been more civilized, Yang Daji might have monopolized other industries.

Now Yang Daji said that they bought fruits here. After the people in these two cities left, they would no longer have anywhere to buy fruits. He was definitely not kidding.

So the residents living in the town who had no land to farm became frightened and turned around and left.

Those who live in the village and do not grow watermelons in the village are also afraid that the other fruits they grow will not be harvested and will rot in the ground without sales channels, so they dare not buy the endless watermelons.

Mianmian saw that all the people buying watermelons ran away, and she was very angry, and her little face bulged.

At this moment, Yang Daji also walked to Mianmian's stall, smiling like Maitreya Buddha, and what he said made people angry: "Kids, I know you are needed for the show, but I'm sorry, our town You can only sell fruits from me, Yang Daji, and you can’t break this rule, so you are destined to be unable to sell your watermelons today.”

Mianmian stared at Yang Daji's fat face.

 She has always had her eyes open, and now she can see people's fate more clearly.

"It's because you're like this that your father's health is not good." Mianmian frowned, "I helped your father last time, but if you continue like this, the bad things you did will still affect you. On daddy."

Yang Daji didn’t expect that a three-year-old child could speak so viciously!

He frowned: "What are you talking about? My dad is in very good health. Let's go quickly. Don't set up a stall here to hinder my eyes."

As soon as Yang Daji finished speaking, his **** was kicked.

"Who the **** is kicking me? Don't want to live anymore?" He cursed and turned his head. After seeing clearly who it was, he said with a smile: "Ah, it's you, dad."

"Unfilial son, who are you letting go? She saved your life and mine, how dare you drive her away?" the old man said angrily.

 (End of this chapter)