Reborn in 1981, starting by smashing my iron rice bowl.

Seeing that the sunflower seeds on his stall were about to sell out, Wang Biao felt that he had found a shortcut to wealth and was overjoyed.

With just a little manipulation, I've already snatched all the business away from those two young men. Soon I'll be able to drive them out of the market, and from now on, the business will be mine alone!

If you can earn a hundred or two hundred yuan every day, you'll be a millionaire in two or three months. Is there anything more exciting than that?

As the saying goes, "extreme joy begets sorrow," just then a customer rushed back, squeezing into the stall while shouting, "Excuse me, excuse me, I want to return something!"

Upon hearing that someone wanted to return the sunflower seeds, the customers who had been scrambling to buy them instantly calmed down. No one else clamored to buy sunflower seeds anymore, and they immediately made way for her.

Wang Biao was furious when someone came to disrupt his business. However, he knew that business was all about maintaining harmony, so he could only suppress his anger and ask the customer, "Ma'am, why do you want to return this item?"

The middle-aged woman said angrily, "How dare you ask? These aren't Shanghai-style melon seeds at all; the taste is completely wrong!"

Wang Biao quickly said, "Big sister, don't talk nonsense, this is clearly Shanghai melon seeds!"

Seeing that Wang Biao still wouldn't admit it, the middle-aged woman became even angrier and immediately shouted, "You can fool others, but I've eaten Shanghai melon seeds before, and I won't fall for your tricks!"

Under the astonished gazes of other customers, the middle-aged woman grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds and said, "Putting everything else aside, the size of these sunflower seeds is wrong. The Shanghai-style sunflower seeds I bought before were much bigger than these!"

Wang Biao's heart skipped a beat, knowing he had met his match this time, but he still argued stubbornly, "Sister, you get what you pay for. My Shanghai-style melon seeds are three cents cheaper per pound, so it's normal for them to be a little smaller, right?"

"Alright, I won't pursue the size issue." The middle-aged woman continued, "But the taste of these melon seeds is completely wrong. The cream-flavored melon seeds taste bitter, and the salt and pepper melon seeds have no other flavor besides saltiness. What kind of Shanghai-style fragrant melon seeds are these? They're not even as good as the ones I roast myself!"

Reminded by the middle-aged woman, the other customers suddenly realized what was going on. Those who had already bought some quickly tasted their sunflower seeds and unanimously agreed that the taste was indeed wrong and far inferior to the ones sold by Liu Weidong.

Seeing so many people supporting her, the middle-aged woman became even more confident and loudly proclaimed to the others, "Comrades, I wasn't wrong, was I? This isn't some Shanghai-style melon seed at all; we've all been fooled!"

"Liar, big liar!"

"So that explains why it's so cheap!"

"These sunflower seeds are awful! I want to return them!"

Others echoed the middle-aged woman's sentiments, demanding refunds for those who had already bought the sunflower seeds, and keeping their money back even if they hadn't bought any, secretly relieved that they hadn't been fooled.

Wang Biao immediately became agitated, and shouted loudly, "These items have already been sold! You think you can just return them like that? I won't agree!"

"Don't even think about leaving today if you don't agree!" a voice rang out from the crowd. "This guy deliberately sold counterfeit and shoddy products; we're already being lenient by not making him pay triple damages! If he doesn't let us return the goods, we'll take him to the police station, fine him, and put him in jail!"

"Yes, it must be returned!"

"Compensation is good, we need compensation."

"You'll lose everything and then go to jail!"

These words pointed everyone in the right direction, and they all expressed their agreement.

Two impatient men were already eager to grab Wang Biao, fearing he might escape.

Seeing so many people shouting that they wanted to take him to the police station, Wang Biao began to panic.

These days, there are still crimes of speculation and profiteering. Even if you're doing a small business, you have to do it secretly, for fear of attracting attention.

Wang Biao will not only be taken to the police station by the customer, but he will also be accused of being a fraudster. This is going to be a troublesome matter, and he may really be sentenced to several years in prison!

Thinking of this, Wang Biao was also very angry. Who was hiding in the crowd and came up with such a bad idea? Wasn't this just driving him to a dead end?

Unfortunately, Wang Biao couldn't care less about that now. Afraid of going to jail, he could only try to calm the crowd's anger: "Everyone, please don't argue. I didn't say you couldn't get a refund. As long as you bought the melon seeds from me, you can definitely get a refund! But you have to line up and come one by one. If I make a mistake, it will be troublesome!"

These days, customers are very honest. When they heard that Wang Biao had agreed to the return, everyone was satisfied, and no one brought up the matter of triple compensation again.

Liu Weidong, who was mixed in with the crowd, secretly sighed in regret. If everyone had listened to his advice earlier, he would have made sure that guy who stole his business was in big trouble!

Even if Wang Biao only returned the goods, it was already enough to cause him trouble. So Liu Weidong gracefully withdrew and returned to his own stall, watching with a cold smile as Wang Biao returned the money to the customer with a distressed expression.

It seems Wang Biao's roasted sunflower seeds really are terrible; soon, even more customers came to return them. As a result, his stall became even busier than before, but instead of making money, he had to refund customers—a truly miserable situation.

Hao Jianjun was overjoyed. He looked at Wang Biao's stall with a big smile and said, "Haha, this kid deserves to steal our business!"

At this point, Hao Jianjun suddenly remembered something and quickly asked Liu Weidong, who was standing next to him, "Brother Weidong, how do you know that this guy's business is definitely not going to work?"

"Didn't I already say that taste is our core competitiveness?" Liu Weidong laughed. "People who are willing to spend more than a dollar to buy sunflower seeds care more about the taste than the price. If they are not satisfied with the taste, they will definitely come back to return the goods."

Hao Jianjun suddenly realized what was going on and said to Liu Weidong with admiration, "Brother Weidong, you're really something, amazing!"

As the two were talking, the customers who had returned their goods came to their stall one after another, all expressing their desire to buy authentic Shanghai-style melon seeds.

Liu Weidong and Hao Jianjun also had things to do, and they were so busy making money from the sunflower seeds that they soon lost more than half of the more than 100 jin of sunflower seeds they brought.

On the other hand, Wang Biao's situation was much worse. He had almost all the sunflower seeds he had just sold returned, but he had to give all the money he had earned back to the customers.

After all that, this guy's been busy for nothing, only managing to harvest a huge pile of awful-smelling sunflower seeds. If these seeds don't sell, he'll lose a hundred or so yuan!

In this day and age, this amount of money was no small sum; it was equivalent to three or four months' salary for a regular worker. Wang Biao's attempt to steal a chicken ended up backfiring, resulting in a heavy loss!

Looking at Liu Weidong and Hao Jianjun's thriving business, Wang Biao was filled with jealousy. He gritted his teeth and muttered to himself, "Damn it, if I can't do this business, then nobody else can either. Let's see how long these two little brats can be so smug!"