The five-and-a-half-year-old baby doctor comes to the city to cure those who refuse to listen.

Once the doors of Jishetang were closed, the bustling noise outside was shut out.

Lin Jianguo leaned against the door, feeling his legs go weak. He looked at the crowd of people at the door, his palms sweating.

"Chen'er, this...this formation..."

Before he could finish speaking, a commotion arose from across the street.

A fat man wearing a floral shirt and a large gold chain, surrounded by a group of people in black suits, pushed through the crowd and walked straight toward Jishetang.

"Make way! Make way!"

Behind the fat man were two bodyguards carrying a heavy mahogany box, which they struggled to walk in.

"Bang bang bang!"

The fat man banged on the door loudly.

Just as Wang Dequan was about to open the door, Chu Chen stopped him.

Chu Chen moved his small stool over, sat down behind the door, and crossed his legs.

"Let him take the picture."

The fat man outside the door got even angrier when no one answered.

"Master Physician Lin! I, Liu Dabiao, have come here because of your reputation! I heard you obtained a miraculous elixir and have regained your youth?"

"This is a box of gold bars, just a small token! I'm only asking for a miraculous elixir to make me ten or twenty years younger!"

He waved his hand, and the bodyguard opened the box with a "bang".

The golden light was so dazzling that people across the street couldn't open their eyes.

"Good heavens! A whole box of large yellow croakers!"

"This Liu Dabiao runs a coal mine in the west of the city; he's a real nouveau riche!"

Lin Jianguo listened to the commotion outside and his heart ached.

A whole box of gold bars!

Chu Chen seemed not to hear him and pointed towards the backyard.

"Hey husky, come here."

Zhou Tian, ​​who was peeking out of the woodshed, suddenly jumped and scrambled over.

"Little...little miracle doctor, did you call me?"

"Go, clear out that pile of trash by the door." Chu Chen tapped the door with his chin.

"Garbage?" Zhou Tian looked bewildered.

"Yellow, shiny, and so tacky," Chu Chen waved his hand impatiently.

Zhou Tian understood instantly.

He glanced at Lin Jianguo, whose face was contorted with pain, then at Chu Chen, who remained expressionless. Gritting his teeth, he unlatched the door.

The door creaked open.

Liu Dabiao was waiting smugly, and when he saw the door open, a smile spread across his face.

"I knew it, nobody turns down money..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw Zhou Tian walk up to him expressionlessly, bend down, and pick up the heavy mahogany box.

"Hey? What are you doing?" Liu Dabiao was taken aback.

Zhou Tian carried the box as if it were a pile of dog poop, walked to the side of the street, and raised his arm.

"Splash—"

He dumped a whole box of gold bars onto the dusty curb, where they clattered and rolled all over the ground.

The entire Baicao Street fell silent instantly.

Everyone is stupid.

Liu Dabiao's smile vanished instantly, and his face twisted into a grimace.

"You fucking asking for it!" His face turned a deep purplish-red as he pointed at Zhou Tian and cursed, "A lowly servant like you dares to throw my money away!"

His bodyguards swarmed around him in a flash.

Zhou Tian's legs trembled with fear, but he still stood tall and blocked the entrance to Jishetang.

Just then, several uniformed soldiers who had been standing guard silently stepped forward, pointing the dark muzzles of their guns at Liu Dabiao's bodyguards.

Li Weiguo stepped out from behind the crowd, expressionless.

"Boss Liu, you've incited a crowd to cause trouble and obstruct traffic. Would you like me to invite you to the police station for a cup of tea?"

When Liu Dabiao saw the military uniform and the gun, his legs went weak.

No matter how arrogant he is, he wouldn't dare to challenge the army.

"No... I wouldn't dare..."

He glanced back at Chu Chen, who was standing on the threshold, looking at him like a monkey. His anger instantly turned into endless fear.

Chu Chen stood on the high steps, cleared his throat, and his childish voice echoed throughout the entire street.

"Listen up, all of you!"

"We at Jishetang don't care about your filthy money!"

He held up one finger and tapped the gold bar on the ground.

"There's only one rule for attending the longevity banquet in three days!"

"Don't bother coming here to dirty our doorstep unless you can produce medicinal herbs that are over 300 years old or a family heirloom jade artifact passed down through generations!"

After saying that, he grabbed Zhou Tian and turned to leave.

"Bang!"

The door slammed shut again.

On the street, Liu Dabiao and his men, covered in dust and dirt, crawled on the ground under the watchful eyes of hundreds of people, picking up the gold bars one by one.

Inside Jishetang.

Lin Jianguo clutched his chest, panting heavily.

"Chen'er! That was a chest of gold bars! You...you just threw it away?"

His heart ached as if a piece of his own flesh had been ripped out.

Chu Chen sat back down on his small stool, picked up the tea that Wang Dequan had just brewed, and blew on it.

"Grandpa, would you rather be a seller of miracle pills or a seller of magic pills?"

Lin Jianguo was stumped by the question.

"What...is there a difference?"

"Of course there are." Chu Chen took a sip of tea, smacked his lips like a little adult, "Those who sell superpower pills have to beg people to buy them. Those who sell elixirs of immortality have to make people beg them to sell them."

He jumped off the stool, walked over to Lin Jianguo, and patted his hand.

"That's called style. We're in a seller's market now, so we have to play it safe. Let them see it but not be able to have it, making them anxious like a cat scratching its tail. That's called 'scarcity marketing,' understand?"

Lin Jianguo was stunned. He didn't understand a single word of what "style" or "hunger marketing" meant.

But he understood one sentence.

Make others beg you.

Chu Chen shook his head when he saw his bewildered look.

"Fine, just remember this." He put his hands behind his back, puffed out his chest, and said, "From today onwards, our Lin family must walk the path of high-profile prestige."

As evening approached, the crowds on Baicao Street gradually dispersed.

But everyone knows that in the shadows, countless eyes are watching Jishetang's every move.

After finishing dinner, Chu Chen strolled leisurely to the backyard.

The enormous Nine Dragon Cauldron emitted a bluish-green light under the moonlight.

He walked around the cauldron once, then stretched out his chubby little hand and gently placed it on the cold cauldron.

He closed his eyes, mobilized the faint spiritual energy within his body, and channeled it through his arm into the Nine Dragon Cauldron.

"Buzz—"

A very low humming sound came from inside the cauldron.

A spy, who was waiting in a private room on the second floor of a teahouse across the street, was drinking tea with great boredom.

He suddenly felt the teacup on the table vibrating slightly.

"Huh? The ground shook?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the vibration grew stronger and stronger.

Immediately afterwards, a deep, yet majestic, roar seemed to come from the depths of the earth and penetrated his ears.

The sound didn't resemble any musical instrument, nor did it sound like thunder.

The sound was ancient and vast, like a giant dragon that had been sleeping for thousands of years awakening at this moment and letting out a deafening roar!

"roar--!"

Dragon's Roar!

The teacup in the scout's hand fell to the ground with a "clatter," and the hairs on his body stood on end instantly, a chill running from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

He scrambled out of the private room, his face completely drained of color.

"A dragon...a dragon's roar! There's a dragon in Jishetang!"

Almost at the same time, all the spies lurking around Jishetang heard this dragon's roar that seemed to come from the depths of the soul.

Fear crept up the spines of the spies.

In the capital city, in a hidden underground black market.

The place is dimly lit, with many shadowy figures; transactions are conducted entirely through gestures and coded language.

A man wearing a straw hat asked in a hoarse voice, "What's the price of a hundred-year-old Solomon's Seal?"

The stall owner held up three fingers.

"Three hundred silver dollars? Go ahead and rob me!"

"Take it or leave it." The stall owner ignored him.

Just then, a man in a black trench coat stumbled in.

"Medicine! Herbs that are over a hundred years old! I want them all! Name your price!"

The people in the black market looked at him like he was a fool.

Before they could react, another person rushed in.

"Ancient jade from the old mine! Does anyone have ancient jade from the old mine? I'll pay ten times the price!"

The entire black market instantly erupted in chaos.

"They've gone mad! They've all gone mad!"

"I just received news that the minimum requirement for Jishetang's longevity banquet is 300-year-old medicinal herbs!"

"What? The version I heard was that a dragon's roar just came from the backyard of Jishetang!"

"Really?"

"It's absolutely true! Everyone outside is saying that the Lin family kid didn't get a magic formula; he summoned a real dragon to protect his house!"

The news reports were increasingly outrageous and frightening.

Previously ignored century-old medicinal herbs and old jade artifacts saw their prices increase more than tenfold in just half an hour, and they are still rising at an alarming rate.

Everyone has gone mad.

A massive storm, ignited by Chu Chen himself, sweeping through the entire elite circle and black market of the capital, has already taken shape.