The 2013 Rolls-Royce Phantom Extended Edition was about to enter the community. He Meng, who was sitting in the back seat, glanced out and saw a familiar figure.

Wang Yan?!

He Meng's curiosity was aroused as he watched Wang Yan climb into the truck, take down a watermelon, and then return to the gate of the community to argue with the property manager.

"Uncle Sui, stop for a moment!"

The middle-aged man in the driver's seat stopped the car steadily and turned around in confusion: "Miss?"

"Go and ask what's going on over there."

"good."

The driver didn't say a word nonsense, got out of the car and went straight to Wang Yan and his party.

After a while, he turned back and reported to He Meng in a concise and concise manner.

"That boy is a work-study fresh graduate. He wants to sell watermelons at the gate of the community, but the property management company doesn't agree."

"oh?"

He Meng was very interested and looked at Wang Yan through the window glass.

The young man was a little confused by the unexpected incident and was looking at the phantom blankly.

The eyes of the two people exchanged more than once through the coated glass.

Wang Yan couldn't see anything, but He Meng was so amused by his stupidity that the corners of his mouth turned up.

"How could he think of setting up a stall to sell melons in the villa area?"

Uncle Sui replied: "It is said to be a new variety from the research institute. The quantity is not large, but the unit price is very high, so it is not easy to sell in the vegetable market."

"oh."

He Meng nodded and fixed his gaze on Wang Yan for a few seconds.

The boy's body was a little thin, his hair was messy, and he was sweating profusely, but his spirit was completely different from when he was in school.

In He Meng's impression, Wang Yan has a relatively melancholy and introverted personality, and his self-esteem is extremely strong.

I vomited terribly a few days ago, but I gritted my teeth and said nothing. Then I hilariously sent myself a 200-yuan red envelope, saying I didn’t have time to come to the college entrance banquet.

He Meng originally thought that Wang Yan didn't want to get in touch with the rich kids in his circle, but he didn't expect that he was really busy with something.

Hahaha, work-study students sell watermelons?

interesting!

Thinking of this, He Meng decided to help him.

"Just say hello to the property manager and let him sell it here. Just don't use the loudspeaker to disturb the people."

"good."

Uncle Sui nodded and was about to leave when he was stopped by He Meng.

"Tell the property manager not to give out our information."

"clear."

Uncle Sui turned back again.

Not long after, the fat manager nodded and bowed in agreement, and Wang Yan raised his arms and cheered.

He Meng looked at it and smiled.

Uncle Sui returned to the car and asked with a smile: "Miss, are you your classmate?"

"Well, I've been in the same class for three years."

"Then why don't you go say hello?"

"No need, let's go home."

He Meng shook his head and his face returned to calm.

The phantom slowly drove past the gate, and disappeared all the way under Wang Yan's grateful but puzzled eyes.

"Whose car is that?" Wang Yan finally couldn't help asking.

The fat manager shook his head: "All information within this community must be kept confidential. Little classmate, you'd better hurry up and set up your stall, haha!"

"When you receive a favor from someone, you must remember it in your heart no matter what you do...Uncle Zhang, you really can't tell me?"

"What's the use of remembering it?!"

The fat manager waved his hands and suddenly sighed.

"If people help themselves, God will help them. We will never be able to reach that kind of big shot, so just think of it as God's help! In the future, when you are capable, if you meet someone who needs help, just give him a hand."

Uncle Zhang's three views are upright. Compared with the security guards at Yujing, they are simply inferior.

Wang Yan was in awe.

But while I am grateful, I still have a strong objection to the phrase "I can never reach it."

I can't reach it now, but in the future, no one can keep me out of reach!

His eyebrows were filled with ambition, which made the fat man very funny.

"Go and set up your stall, Lao Liu, and lend a hand to help the children!"

"Okay! By the way, Uncle Zhang, my name is Wang Yan!"

Wang Yan returned to the car excitedly, drove the pickup truck to the square in front of the gate, and parked next to the sculpture.

Then pull down the rear grille of the truck body, place the ice bucket and scales, and then pull a banner on the body...

The middle-aged security guard, Uncle Liu, helped, and within two minutes, the stall was set up.

"Hey, Xiao Wang, you are not a big person, but your tone is really not small?"

When the fat manager saw the banner, he smiled and joked.

The banner reads - [Agricultural Research Institute’s new variety, the world’s top watermelon]

Don't show off your rhetoric, just be simple and straightforward.

“You’ll know exactly what it tastes like when you try it!”

Wang Yan brought the melon back and put it on the folding table, wiped the knife, and started cutting it.

Make a circle with the tip of the knife along the center of the skin, then cut a little deeper and break it off gently...

Click!

There was a cracking sound, and the black honey was completely broken open, revealing the red pulp inside.

The fragrant fragrance filled the air. Uncle Fatty and Uncle Liu sniffed their noses with surprise on their faces: "Oh, it smells pretty good, doesn't it?"

"Really, I haven't seen a melon that smells sweet in a long time!"

The king of melons among good varieties, how can it be the same?!

Wang Yan smiled proudly and continued to cut the melon.

At this moment, there was a roar of a sports car nearby, and a sports car with a trident logo roared over. It slowed down on the road in front of the door and was about to turn into the villa area.

When I saw the watermelon car, it suddenly stopped and a middle-aged woman walked out of the cab.

"Huh? We actually allowed a watermelon stall to be set up at the entrance of our community?"

Uncle Fatty walked up to him with a smile: "Sister Wang! That kid is a high school student studying hard during a work-study program. He sells a special variety of melons, licensed by our top boss. Do you want to try one?"

The middle-aged woman was just curious and had no intention of meddling in other people's business. After hearing this, she came to Wang Yan.

"Yo? Special variety? What kind? How do you sell it?"

Coming!

First business deal!

Wang Yan tried his best to suppress the excitement in his heart, cut off a good-sized piece and handed it to the other party.

"Black Honey No. 4, the latest experimental variety! You may not believe what I say now, but you will know after you try it!"

Then he handed a piece to Uncle Fatty and Uncle Liu each.

The red flesh of the melon is very sandy on the surface, but not empty. It is plump and solid, and the juice seems to be eager to overflow. The appearance is first-class.

The melons on the market are all picked when they are seven ripe, brought to the city, and slowly ripened. How can they be compared with the king melons that Wang Yan picked out from the soil?

The middle-aged woman was a little hesitant, but Uncle Fatty and Uncle Liu were so hot that they were sweating profusely and took a big bite on the spot.

"Yo! So sweet and sandy!"

"It's delicious, Xiao Wang, it's so delicious!"

The two tap water charity men's mouths were filled with juice and their eyes were bright. The middle-aged woman couldn't hold back and took a delicate bite.

Then... click click click!

After eating all the pieces of melon, she raised her head with still unfinished content.
To be continued...