Master, please make your move.

"Young man, how much are you selling these vegetables for?" At that moment, a dignified middle-aged man supporting an elderly gentleman approached and asked.

Chen Fengyun glanced at the old man and saw that, though his age must have been at least eighty or ninety, his spirit was robust. His hair was a striking white, his face resolute and full; clearly, his status was anything but ordinary.

"Sir, these chives are fifty yuan a bunch, tomatoes fifty yuan each, and cucumbers, loofahs, and eggplants are also fifty yuan apiece," Chen Fengyun replied, smiling, showing no interest in who they might be.

"What? That expensive? A bunch of chives weighs less than half a pound, and you want fifty yuan for it? And tomatoes, eggplants, cucumbers, loofahs—these are all seasonal vegetables, and you want fifty yuan each?"

"First, we had watermelons priced like gold, now we have vegetables at the same level. I wonder if these can match the watermelon's effects?"

"If he could offer such extraordinary watermelons, why not vegetables as well? Young man, save two tomatoes for me. I’ll make tomato and scrambled eggs for dinner tonight."

"I’ll take a bunch of chives, young man. I wonder if eating them will help with my kidneys?"

Upon hearing Chen Fengyun’s prices, many shook their heads, thinking the vegetables were too expensive and not worth it, since they were just ordinary seasonal produce. Still, some rushed forward to buy.

The elderly gentleman who had first approached immediately bought half the chives and selected some of the tomatoes, eggplants, cucumbers, and loofahs, not once haggling over the price.

In no time, as more people realized what was happening, all the vegetables before Chen Fengyun had been snapped up. He took in six or seven thousand yuan, packed up his small wooden table, and left.

"Young man, please wait a moment." Just as he rounded a street corner, someone called out to him. It was the middle-aged man who had been supporting the elderly gentleman.

"Sir, why have you stopped me? If you want to buy watermelon, you’ll have to come back tomorrow—there’s none left today," Chen Fengyun replied calmly.

"You may call me Qian Yuejin," the man said. "I haven’t come to buy watermelon. I wanted to ask where your watermelons come from. Do you know they can treat certain illnesses?"

Qian Yuejin looked at him intently, exuding an aura so powerful that most people would find it hard to contradict him.

"So you’re curious what makes my watermelons different? The truth is, it’s nothing special. I am a qigong practitioner. Every day, I meditate and train in my vegetable plot and watermelon patch. Over time, this alters the environment in which they grow, giving them certain properties that can improve the body's functions," Chen Fengyun replied serenely.

"A qigong master. By practicing, he alters the environment, endowing the fruits and vegetables around him with mysterious properties." Qian Yuejin's gaze grew sharp; his own status meant he had access to things most people would never know.

An ordinary person might have laughed at Chen Fengyun and dismissed him as delusional or a novel addict, but Qian Yuejin’s grave expression betrayed not the slightest doubt.

"Sir, my father was left with many wounds from the war, injuries that have never healed despite decades of treatment. Yet after eating your watermelon yesterday and today, he's shown signs of improvement. I wonder if you might be willing to help regulate his health?" Qian Yuejin asked, with utmost respect.

"You know about qigong masters? And you believe I am one?" Chen Fengyun asked in mild surprise, having intended his words as a mere excuse and not expecting Qian Yuejin to take them seriously.

"Yes, I know qigong practitioners both in the mainland and Hong Kong, but none have been able to help my father's condition."

"Alright. I have things to do today, but tomorrow morning I’ll come to your home. But I must warn you, my services do not come cheap. I hope you can accept that," Chen Fengyun said after a moment’s thought, nodding.

"As long as you can restore my father's health, our family will pay any price. Please rest assured," Qian Yuejin replied earnestly. They exchanged phone numbers, and he gave Chen Fengyun his address.

"That old gentleman carries the air of iron and blood, clearly a veteran of the war years, his body marked with old wounds—twenty or thirty by my count. Perhaps others would be unable to treat him, but for me, it’s a small matter. The Qian family lives in Huanhuaxi Mountain Villa, so they must be people of wealth. No wonder Qian Yuejin commands such presence; a man long accustomed to authority," Chen Fengyun pondered as he made his way home.

He had already paid attention to the old gentleman, having scanned his condition with his spiritual sense, but had no intention of seeking him out unless invited.

Suddenly, Chen Fengyun’s eyes flickered. Turning, he headed toward a narrow alley nearby, which ended in a small grove—secluded and rarely visited even in broad daylight.

As he walked, the small wooden table and snakeskin bag in his hands vanished, leaving him empty-handed. Only when he reached the heart of the grove did he stop.

"Come out. You’ve been following me for some time—are you planning to watch me relieve myself?" he called, turning to face the thicket.

"You’re sharp, kid—figured out Brother Huang was behind you," a lazy, insolent voice replied. Three young men appeared, all shirtless, their arms tattooed with dragons and tigers. The leader had yellow hair.

"Don’t you think this place is nice and secluded? Perfect for a private conversation. No one will disturb us," Chen Fengyun said with a faint smile.

"Heh, Brother Huang, this kid’s got some sense—he even picked the spot himself," the swarthy youth beside him joked.

"Brother Huang, looks like he doesn’t want to make a scene in public. He’s chosen this place to yield to us, so no one will laugh at him," the burly one added with a shake of his fist.

"Do you know why Brother Huang’s looking for you?" the yellow-haired youth stepped forward, glaring at Chen Fengyun.

Chen Fengyun shook his head. "I don’t believe I know you, so I have no idea why you’re looking for me. If you have something to say, speak quickly. Don’t waste my time."

"Kid, are you unaware that this whole area is under Brother Huang’s control? You set up your stall and did business here but dared not pay your respects. Are you tired of living?" the swarthy youth snorted coldly.

"Oh? I was under the impression that street vending was supervised by city management, and since they haven’t bothered me, what business is it of yours?" Chen Fengyun replied icily.

"We saw you made quite a haul just now. As long as you pay half to Brother Huang, he’ll make sure no one bothers you in this area. Otherwise, you can forget about doing business here," the burly youth threatened, cracking his knuckles.