Chu Hao looked at the girl's pretty face and blushed, and his heart twitched, feeling that something bad was going on, considering that it was still a conservative and innocent era.

Although the opponent took the initiative to hit someone with the ball, and it was a double volleyball with full bounce, he must not catch the ball. The right way is to get rid of it in time.

Before Chu Hao could open his mouth to divert his attention, Xu Youwei had already slipped out of his arms, her pure and charming face flushed with embarrassment, and she was arranging her clothes as if nothing had happened.

The girl just gave Chu Hao a slightly annoyed look, and continued to squeeze into the group of old men to study the end game of chess.

His attention was completely focused on that corner, and he had no time to care about the sudden touch just now.

"She is really a Go girl..."

Chu Hao saw her bent over, staring intently at the chessboard, and fell into a state of selflessness. The breeze blew through her hair, carrying waves of fragrance.

Then he glanced at Zheng Weiguo, who was pitching to his left with blue veins popping out, and shook his head. These two people are really the same person, and they are both the masters of the game.

As the sun sets in the west, there are more and more people in the park. The bustle in front of Chu Hao's stall can no longer be described as a bustling crowd. At a glance, it is full of people.

There are old men with red faces and thick necks arguing, watching chess, and hard-working citizens in front of the ring stalls, throwing balls wildly into small enamel cups.

The whole place was packed to the brim, and the voices of Chu Hao and Popsicles were also ringing non-stop:

"Young man, here are three popsicles. It's free, right? We happen to be a family of three..."

"Brother, my sister likes red fruit popsicles very much, can you give her one too..."

Chu Hao, that good guy, some of these popsicle eaters are in a trap, and some are just prostitutes for free.

There were more than a thousand popsicles in the foam box at the back, but in the blink of an eye, there were not many left.

He didn't care either. The so-called free popsicles were just a gimmick to attract traffic.

After all, free is the most expensive thing.

Most of the people who received the popsicles were not in a hurry to leave. They spent more or less money to buy table tennis balls from Chu Hao and followed Qin Weidong to operate them in front.

The small enamel cups stuffed with genuine coins made many people gulp secretly.

However, so far, no one has successfully dropped the ball into the cup.

On the contrary, the coins in Chu Hao's left and right pockets became thicker and thicker.

He himself didn't know how much he had charged, but judging from Uncle Zhang's eyes that were getting wider and wider, well, it should be quite a lot.

Chu Hao's traffic peak lasted until after 10 o'clock in the evening, and the entire park's traffic gathered at his place.

The vendors at other stalls were so envious that their eyes turned red with envy. Many people crowded directly into the crowd and watched quietly.

They didn't spend a penny, just stood in the crowd and watched. Uncle Zhang couldn't help but walked up to Chu Hao and reminded him in a low voice:

"Xiao Chu, I saw that there are not a dozen people there. They are all from the stall in front. Your business is so booming, and they have come over to steal your craft. Do you want me to blast them away?"

"Hey, uncle, what kind of craftsmanship do I have? I'm just a lowly person who comes out to beg for a meal. There's no need to make things difficult for others."

Chu Hao naturally noticed the dozen people. He took a dozen popsicles and walked over with a smile.

He came to the leader, a middle-aged man with a scar face, and handed him a popsicle:

"It's hot out here, brothers and sisters, please eat a popsicle to relieve the heat. I'm new to Yanjing and want to save some living expenses before the university starts. If there's anything I don't think about, please help me...

.”

The dozen stall owners obviously didn't expect Chu Hao to show up like this, especially the middle-aged man with a scar face who was the leader, the hostility on their faces instantly solidified.

They were originally jealous of Chu Hao's prosperous business. They felt that this boy was like Cheng Yaojin. He dared to come to the park to set up a stall without permission and robbed their business. They wanted to copy it back and use it now.

After all, the stall they set up in the park belonged to Lao Jianghu, and they occupied a prime position. They would stumble a little later and tell this kid to get out as soon as possible.

This is called taking other people's paths and leaving others with nowhere to go.

But after hearing Chu Hao's words, several people were a little confused.

Good guy, my lover is a college student. In the future, after graduation, he will be eating commercial food in the city. Compared with them, the working people at the bottom of society, it is really heaven and earth.

If you offend someone now, you won't know how to punish yourself later.

People whose ancestors lived in Forty-Nine Cities have no other skills but are good at observing people's actions and emotions. Especially those who have experienced that era, they are generally afraid of the upper class.

The middle-aged man with a scarred face twitched the corners of his mouth, and forced a smile on his dark face:

"Little brother, we have no other meaning. We are just curious about the booming business of your stall. It turns out that the little brother is a college student. No wonder, this college student is so smart. Even if he comes out to set up a stall, he will outsmart us.

I admire you very much. If you need help in the future, little brother, just say hello..."

Scarface had exhausted all the nice things he had heard in his life, and after saying that, he just wanted to run away and didn't even dare to accept Chu Hao's popsicle.

I cursed in my heart that I was unlucky. The stall would probably have to be moved to another location tomorrow, so I couldn't afford to offend him and hide away.

Chu Hao didn't stop him, and looked at him with a smile as he walked away. Uncle Zhang glanced at him a little longer. He just wanted to see Chu Hao's reaction when he deliberately said he would blast those people away.

Unexpectedly, this kid had a needle hidden in his cotton wool, which made those people so stunned that they didn't dare to say a harsh word.

He knew that there were a lot of second-rate people among the people who set up stalls in the park. There were often fights in the streets, and there were also many people who entered the ranks.

Without reaching out to hit the smiling man, Uncle Zhang saw another side of Chu Hao.

When the stall was closed, Chu Hao saw Qin Weidong's eyes were bloodshot and he was still throwing the ball.

In front of the chess table, only Xu Youwei and an old man with gray hair and half of his legs were left.

Qin Weidong had been playing for a whole night, and the money he had given him had long been spent. In order to retain this big customer, Chu Hao simply let him play unlimited times.

Xu Youwei and the old man with the broken leg are still arguing about how to proceed. So far, no one has been able to solve the problem, not even one step out.

The old man with a broken leg wears reading glasses, his gray hair is meticulously combed, and although his clothes are shabby, he gives off the elegant feeling of a high-level intellectual.

Similarly, his mouth also carries the unique bitterness of a literati:

"I'm talking about little girl, how did your adults teach you to play chess? Chess is all about maneuvering vertically and horizontally to control the overall situation. You just think about how to solve the current situation, but instead you are entering a dead end step by step. You are short-sighted, really short-sighted.

....”

"Hey uncle, you've been sitting here all night, and I haven't seen you figure out the next step. You said I'm short-sighted. How about you try taking a step?"

"Hey, you're such a sharp-tongued little girl..."

The old man and the young man were bickering so much that they did not realize that it was almost late at night. Chu Hao coughed and interrupted with a smile:

"I tell you two, it's almost midnight and I have to close the stall. You two should go back early."

"Good boy, you are the stall owner, you are very good at doing business. Come on, tell the old man first how to solve this mess. If you don't explain clearly, the old man will stay here tonight...

..”

"That's right, if you don't tell me clearly, I will stay at your house tonight..."

Chess girl Xu Youwei also threatened with her small fist.

"Ah this..."

Chu Hao was speechless. This was his ability to eat, how could he reveal it to others?

Besides, this endgame was created by artificial intelligence. If you want to break it, the artificial intelligence must take action on its own.

Looking at the face of the old man with a broken leg that said, "I won't leave until you tell me something," Chu Hao struggled. Uncle Zhang came over with a snakeskin bag and said with a smile:

"Lao Zhu, this is my secret skill. Let me tell you how this kid can attract you bunch of bad old men!"

"Zhang Jianshe, you old guy, why are you everywhere? Well, well, I'll come back tomorrow. Today, my head hurts from the noise made by those stinky chess players. It's time to go back and rest early...

.”

The old man with a broken leg skillfully picked up a cane, greeted a few people, and limped away from the place.

When Xu Youwei saw the quarrelsome old man leaving, she realized that it was getting very late. She walked up to Qin Weidong, saw that the other man was still throwing the ball, and kicked him in the butt angrily.

Qin Weidong staggered due to pain and let out an ouch before he woke up from his daze.

"Oh my god, my dear, my god, I'm a great pinball player. I've been shooting all afternoon and all night, but I didn't make a single one. Damn it, man, your game is a bit deceptive!"

Qin Weidong shook his head, Xu Youwei kicked him and pouted:

"Okay, you've been able to play such a childish game for so long. I'm convinced. Let's go. If you get back late, be careful my dad will skin you!"

"Hey, hey, why did I forget about this? Let's go quickly."

Qin Weidong quickly got up from the ground. Before leaving, Chu Hao said:

"Brother, are you still setting up a stall tomorrow? I'll fight again tomorrow!"

"Fight any more! Get out of here right away. I'll tell your dad when you get back. You've been playing with a ball all afternoon!"

While Xu Youwei was teaching Qin Weidong a lesson, she did not forget to turn around and glare at Chu Hao fiercely, her mouth moving, as if to say, "I haven't settled the score with you for what happened this afternoon, huh."

Seeing the two people walking away, Chu Hao and Uncle Zhang cleaned up the scene. They had already run out of popsicles. They dragged their snakeskin bags, took a rickshaw, and headed home.

On the way, Chu Hao ignored Uncle Zhang's refusal and just counted 50 yuan and stuffed it into the other person's hand. Today, thanks to the enthusiastic uncle Zhang, he moved here and there along the way.ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ

Uncle Zhang stared at the 50 yuan in his hand with a dry mouth. By the time he reacted, Chu Hao had already gone away on a tricycle.

"For 50 yuan a day, I, Mr. Zhang, sell a ball and popsicle..."

The simple Uncle Zhang thought that 50 yuan was a lot, but he had no idea that as a capitalist, Chu Hao made hundreds of 50 yuan today.

He didn't count the exact number, and planned to count it secretly after he got home. It was important not to show off his wealth outside. After all, there were still a lot of second-rate people returning to the city right now.
Chapter completed!