My aunt is three and a half years old, holding a baby bottle to tell her fortune

Chapter 58 Don't set up a stall here
When the audience in the live broadcast room were shocked, Su Chenfei had already directly controlled Ma Kang.

He asked the old man next to him to help call the police, but the old man nodded, but shouted loudly: "Come on, a trafficker has been caught here, come quickly and call the police!"

With a few words, I asked the people at the booth next to me to come over and help.

After a while, the police came.The effect of the truth talisman is still there. The police asked the traffickers what they answered, and told the story of their organization abducting a child not long ago.

The police hurriedly took him back to the police station for questioning, but they didn't even have time to ask how they found out.

After all, the whereabouts of children are important, so ask them early and find them sooner.

The traffickers were beaten away, and Mianmian saw that there were already many people coming to the market on the street, so she stood up and stretched herself, ready to start working.

At this time, all kinds of voices on the street converge together, even if you use a weighing pan, it doesn't matter.

So Mianmian handed over the weighing pan to Su Chenfei, ready for Su Chenfei to ring it.

The old grandfather next to him saw that the senior and junior were about to beat the weighing pan as a gong and drum, and said with a smile, "What are you guys doing with such a primitive method? Now there are trumpets, so you can use them to shout."

Mianmian tilted her head: "We don't have speakers."

"Oh, this little girl is so cute. Just wait, grandpa will borrow a trumpet from your old friend."

The old man asked Su Chenfei to 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 to ask, "Grandpa, what's the matter?"

The old man handed the trumpet to Nai Tuanzi and asked, "Little Mianmian, you gave a pill to a grandpa who sold chickens that day, do you remember?"

Mianmian nodded: "I remember."

The grandpa who sold the chicks gave them rhubarb and little yellow, so she gave them a pill, because the grandpa was a good man, but he had a serious heart problem.

"Oh, it's really you." The grandfather clapped his hands, "It's amazing, Lao Yang suddenly felt angina when he was going to the market that day, so he took out the medicine and asked someone to feed it to him. Ready to thank you."

"You're welcome, Mianmian is just giving a gift in return." Mianmian smiled.

The old man laughed cheerfully: "Thank you for sure, you saved his life already. Don't talk anymore, let's sell watermelons."

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

Su Chenfei taught Mianmian to press the button above, and Mianmian learned it all at once, recorded a few commercials, and pressed the button to play it in a loop.

The cute little milk voice sounded immediately: "Sweet big watermelon, round big watermelon, fresh big watermelon, 1 yuan [-] catty! Everyone come and buy it!"

Pedestrians walking on the street were all attracted by the sound.Usually, when everyone wants to sell things, they use adult voices, and there will be no such cute little babies shouting advertisements.

Many people gathered around Mianmian, staring at Mianmian curiously.

The market is full of residents of the town and nearby villages, and it is rare to see such pink and jade-carved little milk dumplings.Xiaonai Duanzi still had a sweet smile, and whenever she saw anyone, she would ask if she wanted to buy watermelon, and she could taste it for free.

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

She picked up a big watermelon and put it on the mat in front of her, and made a cutting movement with her small hands: "Mianmian is going to cut the watermelon."

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

"Indeed, those two children, I'm afraid this is not a strong man."

"She said she was going to cut the watermelon, how do you plan to cut it?"

When everyone's curiosity was aroused, there was a continuous "hey", and the little hand cut the watermelon like a knife, so fast that it almost disappeared.

Over there, in order to take pictures of 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 a good shooting angle, the watermelons under Mian Mian's hands spread out in rice-shaped pieces.The incision is split and not neat, but being able to open the watermelon like this with bare hands is enough to surprise the people at the scene and the audience in the live broadcast room.

"This kid has the ability to cut the watermelon with his hands. It's amazing."

"This watermelon is really good, it looks so red, it should be very sweet."

"Little baby, try a piece."

Someone told Mianmian that he wanted to try a piece.

Mianmian happily handed over a piece: "Okay, Mianmian ate it all by herself, it's very sweet."

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

Su Chenfei picked out a steelyard to weigh the catties.

He operated very smoothly, and the audience in the live broadcast room were very surprised: [It turns out that our Seventh Young Master still uses such an ancient scale. ]
[He's really a treasured entertainer. I thought that the children of the richest man's fingers would never touch the spring water, but I didn't expect Su Chenfei to be good at everything. ]
After weighing the watermelon, it was 8 catties and 4 taels. Su Chenfei calculated it at 8 catties and charged 12 yuan.

Originally, the aunt wanted to give the money to Su Chenfei, but Su Chenfei smiled and said: "Auntie, the boss is my aunt, just give her the money."

The aunt was surprised that the little milk doll was so senior, she exclaimed a few words and left with a watermelon.

Others saw that the aunt's watermelon was wiped off, and thought that this young man could do business, and said they wanted to buy watermelon.You know, this company that has a monopoly on fruits in the town has never been so generous. It's fine if it doesn't secretly tamper with the selected fruits.

The scene was very hot for a while, so Mianmian held up the horn and asked everyone to line up.

As soon as she finished speaking, the sound of the trumpet came from the other end: "I said folks, you bought watermelons from this little doll today, but I think they are foreigners. After they leave, you may There is no place to buy fruit."

Hearing the voice, the people surrounding Mianmian turned their heads one after another, their eyes revealing the fear of this person.

The person holding the trumpet is Yang Daji, and the Yang family was a bandit before the founding of the Long Kingdom.But the family still acts like a bandit.

Yang Daji's father was originally a half-educated man, but the old man has changed. Who knew that Yang Daji, who inherited his ancestor's profession, would get mixed up again.

If it weren't for Yang Daji's father being more civilized, Yang Daji might have monopolized other industries.

Now Yang Daji said that they bought fruit here. After the two city people left, they would have nowhere to buy fruit again. He was definitely not joking.

As a result, the residents who lived in the town and had no land to plant were scared and turned around and left.

And those who live in the village, those who do not grow watermelons in the village, are also afraid that the other fruits grown by Yang Daji will not be harvested, and there will be no sales channels to rot in the field, so they dare not buy long-term watermelons.

Seeing that all the watermelon buyers had run away, Mianmian was so angry that her little face swelled up.

And Yang Daji also walked to Mianmian's booth at this moment, with a smile on his face like Maitreya Buddha, but what he said made people angry: "Kids, I know you are needed by the show, but I'm sorry, our town The fruit can only be sold from my hand, Yang Daji, and this rule cannot be broken, so your watermelons are destined not to be sold today."

Mianmian stared at Yang Daji's fat face.

She has kept her eyes open, and now she can see the fate of people more clearly.

"It's because of you 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 Dad."

Yang Daji didn't expect a three-year-old child to speak so viciously!

He frowned: "What nonsense are you talking about? My dad is in very good health, hurry up, don't set up a stall here to obstruct my eyes."

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

"Who the hell kicked me? Don't want to live anymore?" He cursed and turned his head, and after seeing who it was, he smiled and said, "Ah, it's Dad."

"Unfilial son, who do you want to let go? She saved my life and mine, how dare you drive her away?" The old man was furious.

(End of this chapter)