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

At the main entrance of Qianlong Residence, Zhou Tian hummed a little tune as he stood on a stool and hung up a brand-new large wooden sign.

The words written on the wooden sign with marker were crooked and messy, like a primary school student's doodles.

"Special Divine Dish from Qianlongju"

"A head of cabbage costs ten thousand."

"A cucumber costs ten thousand."

"No credit allowed, buy it or not."

Lin Jianguo, standing behind, watched with trepidation. He tugged at Zhou Tian's sleeve and asked in a low voice, "Xiao Tian, ​​this...is this really okay? Isn't this robbery?"

Zhou Tian jumped off the stool, dusted off his hands, and looked smug.

"Grandpa Lin, you don't understand. This is called brand premium, this is called luxury positioning."

He pointed to the vibrant cabbages in the vegetable patch, lowered his voice, and said mysteriously, "Let me tell you, yesterday I secretly ate half a cucumber, and the bottleneck that had been bothering me for three years just 'snap' away! This isn't just a vegetable, it's a magic elixir!"

Lin Jianguo opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

In the courtyard, Chu Chen was sitting at the stone table, taking small bites of a bright red tomato, his two short legs swinging leisurely.

"Grandpa, don't rush," he said indistinctly. "Fishing requires patience. Once the bait is in the water, some hungry fish will jump up on their own."

The voice just fell.

"Squeak—"

Several piercing brake screechs echoed at the entrance of Qianlong Residence.

Several black cars that looked expensive came to a stop haphazardly, blocking the gate.

The car door opened, and a fat man wearing a floral shirt and a large gold chain rolled off the front of the car.

It was Liu Dabiao, the coal mine owner who had brought gold bars to beg for medicine a few days ago and was thrown out by Zhou Tian.

Behind him followed seven or eight men in uniforms with serious expressions, their badges bearing the words "Industry and Commerce".

"This is it!"

Liu Dabiao pointed at the gate of Qianlongju and yelled at the top of his lungs, "Leaders, look! This is the place! Openly raising prices in broad daylight! Selling a cabbage for ten thousand! If this isn't speculation, what is?!"

He looked smug, glancing sideways at Lin Jianguo and Zhou Tian, ​​his expression seeming to say: Kid, today I'll see how I kill you!

The officials from the Industry and Commerce Bureau looked grim when they saw the sign at the entrance, and they took out their notebooks and began to take notes.

"This is utterly absurd! It seriously disrupts market order!" A middle-aged cadre in the lead frowned, his tone harsh.

Liu Dabiao got even more excited. With his big belly sticking out, he walked sideways into the courtyard like a crab, plopped down on the stone bench opposite Chu Chen, and slammed his hand on the stone table with a loud "bang".

"Little brat, do you still recognize me?"

He pulled out a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes from his pocket, shook one out and put it in his mouth. His henchman immediately leaned over and lit it.

"You got away last time, but today you've been caught red-handed, the evidence is irrefutable!" Liu Dabiao exhaled a smoke ring, blowing it in Chu Chen's face. "Just you wait, if I don't make sure you rot in jail, I'll change my name!"

Chu Chen waved her small hand dismissively, fanning away the smoke.

He slowly finished the last bite of tomato, wiped his mouth and hands with a napkin, his movements as elegant as if he were attending a state banquet.

"Grandpa, there are flies, it's so noisy." He tugged at Lin Jianguo's sleeve.

Lin Jianguo hadn't spoken yet.

"Zhao Tiansha".

Chu Chen called out softly.

On the side of the wood-chopping team, a figure who was diligently chopping wood paused for a moment.

Zhao Tiansha put down his axe and walked over expressionlessly. He was wearing the same coarse work clothes as the other "students" and liberation shoes. He had no trace of the majesty of the Grand Elder of Xuanyao Valley.

"Advisor." He walked behind Chu Chen and bowed slightly.

Liu Dabiao scoffed at the simply dressed old man.

"What, you want to fight? Let me tell you, the leaders of the Industry and Commerce Bureau are here today. You dare to lay a finger on me!"

"I'm a very reasonable person."

Chu Chen slid off the stone bench and pointed to Liu Dabiao's brand-new Mercedes-Benz, the three-pointed star emblem on the front of the car gleaming in the sunlight.

"Go, break off that piece of metal, shape it into a flower, and use it as a back scratcher for my grandpa."

"Pfft." One of Liu Dabiao's underlings couldn't help but laugh.

Liu Dabiao laughed too, his whole body of fat shaking with laughter.

"Hahahaha! That's hilarious! Breaking off a car emblem? Do you even know what kind of steel that is? And you're trying to mold a flower? You think you're making clay?"

Zhao Tiansha didn't even glance at him.

He walked up to the Mercedes-Benz, stretched out a withered hand, and gently placed it on the emblem.

He didn't even use much force; he just slightly tightened his fingers.

"Click."

A faint, almost inaudible cracking sound.

To everyone's astonishment, the incredibly hard signpost, made of a special alloy, was easily broken off like a cookie by him.

This is not over yet.

Zhao Tiansha held the three-pointed star logo in his palm, his five fingers kneading and shaping it casually as if he were kneading dough.

The hard alloy was softer than clay in his hands.

Less than ten seconds.

A lifelike, metal-carved rose appeared in his hand.

He took the "rose," walked back to the stone table, and respectfully placed it in front of Lin Jianguo.

"Mr. Lin, here's your back scratcher."

"Clang!"

Several officials from the Industry and Commerce Bureau dropped their pens to the ground.

The cigarette in Liu Dabiao's mouth fell with a "thud" onto his expensive leather shoes, burning a hole in them.

The smile on his face froze.

He looked at the rose that shimmered with metallic luster, then at Zhao Tiansha's calm, expressionless old face, and a chill ran from his tailbone straight to the top of his head.

"Youkai...youkai..."

He trembled as he tried to stand up from the stone bench, but his legs gave way and he sat back down in his original spot.

"Gurgle."

He swallowed hard and began to uncontrollably move his buttocks backward, trying to get as far away from the old man as possible.

"Retreat...retreat...retreat..."

He muttered to himself, his face deathly pale, as if he had seen the most terrifying thing in the world.

Just then, a Hongqi sedan with a special license plate silently pulled up at the entrance.

The car door opened, and Chief Zhou, supported by Li Weiguo, stepped out.

He didn't even glance at the farce unfolding in the courtyard, walking straight past Liu Dabiao, who was trembling like a leaf, as if he were passing by a telephone pole.

"Oh my, Brother Lin!" Chief Zhou's eyes lit up as soon as he entered the courtyard. He quickly walked to the vegetable patch. "Your vegetables... they're growing so well! The vitality they have is even better than my specially supplied ginseng!"

He bent down and lovingly touched a cabbage the size of a washbasin.

"Where's Consultant Chu? How much are these vegetables?"

Lin Jianguo hurriedly went to greet him: "Brother Zhou, you..."

"Sell!" Chu Chen said crisply, "One cabbage for ten thousand."

Upon hearing this, Chief Zhou not only didn't think it was expensive, but instead slapped his thigh in delight.

"Cheap! So cheap!"

He turned to Lin Jianguo and said, "Brother Lin, you don't know, Advisor Chu has the heart of a bodhisattva! This kind of rare and precious herb that can cleanse the marrow and bones and prolong life would be fought over on the black market!"

"He's willing to put it up for sale out of respect for us, giving these old fogies in the capital a chance, a chance to prolong their lives!"

He turned to Li Weiguo and shouted, "Weiguo, what are you standing there for! Go get that big sack in the trunk and fill it with ten! No, twenty!"

"Have the finance department transfer the money to Jishetang's account immediately! Say it's me... personally sponsoring research funding for special national talents!"

"Yes!" Li Weiguo responded loudly, then turned around and went to the car to get the sacks.

The courtyard was quiet.

Those officials from the Industry and Commerce Bureau had already quietly put away their notebooks, each with their heads down, wishing they could disappear into the ground.

Price Bureau?

You can control everything, from heaven to earth, but can you even control the gods selling vegetables?

Who the hell dares to do anything about this?!

Liu Dabiao was completely dumbfounded.

Looking at the excited expression on the old leader Zhou's face, as if he had gotten a great deal, and hearing the phrase "sponsoring research funding for special national talents," his mind went blank.

He finally understood what kind of person he had offended.

"Thump!"

Liu Dabiao scrambled to Chu Chen's side, his knees buckled, and he collapsed to his knees. The sound of his movement was painful.

"Chu... Immortal Chu! Grandpa Chu!"

He was crying and snotting, and he raised his hand to slap himself in the face.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

"I was blind to your true worth! I was out of my mind! I'm not human! I'm nothing but a fart!"

He sobbed and cried, "I'll give you 500,000! No! I'll give you a million! Please, just sell me a single rotten vegetable leaf, okay? Just one! I need it to keep my dying father alive!"

Everyone around was stunned.

One second he was so arrogant that he wanted someone to spend their life in jail, the next second he was kneeling on the ground, crying and begging to spend a million dollars to buy a rotten vegetable leaf.

This plot twist is more exciting than watching a play.

Chu Chen didn't even glance at him.

He picked a small cucumber with its flower and thorns still attached from the vegetable garden, wiped it on his clothes, and handed it to Lin Jianguo.

"Grandpa, this is crispy, you should try it."

Then, he tugged at Lin Jianguo's sleeve, looked up at him with a hopeful expression, and asked.

"Grandpa, I heard there's snow on Kunlun Mountain, and it tastes even better than popsicles. Is that true?"

"How about we go on a trip to Kunlun Mountain tomorrow?"