Chapter 37: Is Holding a Phone All It Takes to Be Right? The Eyes of the Public Are Sharp!

Chen Shengfei savored the delightful sensation, unable to resist picking up more okra to eat.

Dietary therapy is an ancient method of healing through food. Naturally, the therapy he referred to was not the ineffective, superficial kind found among the common folk, but the true dietary healing passed down through traditional Chinese medicine families.

Nowadays, one needs to pass English exams to obtain a TCM license, study Western pharmacology, and follow strict regulations that mandate the use of specific Western drugs in many prescriptions. Often, those assessing their qualifications are themselves trained in Western medicine.

True TCM families possess a sense of pride. Skilled, veteran practitioners naturally refuse to suffer such indignities; they simply don't take the exams, practicing their craft only for family or close acquaintances, never for outsiders. Others choose to change professions, using the secret methods passed down to them to run private dietary therapy businesses, which require no such certification.

These are the true dietary therapies, the ones that actually work, though ordinary people can rarely find the path to them.

Top-tier dietary therapy is something only those of a certain status can afford, with every meal costing in the tens of thousands.

Chen Shengfei is a man of stature in Fujian Province, and he has certainly experienced top-tier dietary therapy. Yet, its effects were not necessarily as potent as what he was eating now; the sense of well-being in his body was incredibly intense.

At this moment, other guests lunching at the manor who had ordered the Grade 1 wild fish and Grade 1 okra also noticed something unusual. Although the effects were not as strong as those of the Grade 2 produce, they were still noticeable.

"Honey, this fish is delicious today. I’ve never seen you cook this well at home."
"The flavor is really great, and the texture is perfect. I didn't expect you to have such culinary skills!"

However, many were clearly puzzled. While the fish tasted better and the flavors were superior, the other vegetables picked from the fields seemed no different from those they had eaten before. It was evident that the produce from the game was easily distinguishable from the ordinary.

On the first day of business, during the very first lunch, the manor was thriving.

Qin Lin was naturally pleased, and Lin Fen and Zhao Moqing were even happier. The manor's success had allowed them both to breathe a sigh of relief.

Chef Lin had prepared a table of dishes for the three of them. They ate in the main hall, soaking in the lively atmosphere.

Suddenly, an argument erupted, drawing everyone’s gaze.

A couple with a child was arguing with a waitress, and it seemed a situation had arisen.

"Madam, your child took the red strawberries that cost 200 per jin. The price is clearly marked, and he kept eating them secretly before they were even weighed," the waitress said, clearly anxious. These strawberries were different.

There were only a few pounds of these special 200-per-jin strawberries in total. The child had grabbed a large handful and had been eating them continuously without having them weighed.

The woman holding the child, however, grew indignant. "What do you mean? Are you calling my child a thief? You were the ones who placed these two types of strawberries so close together. How can you blame us?"

"Besides, why are you arguing with a child?"

During the dispute, the child seemed rather smug, continuing to chew on the strawberries with relish, clearly captivated by the deliciousness of the Grade 2 fruit.

Qin Lin frowned as he watched the scene. From the dialogue, he could roughly guess what had happened: a spoiled child had made a mistake, and the parents, instead of disciplining him, were shirking responsibility, blaming the manor for placing the two types of strawberries too close together.

Isn't this absurd? Yet, in today's society, there are truly many such absurd people.

The key is that if they make a scene, tourists often seem to get the upper hand.

Seeing the waitress's anxious expression, the couple became even more overbearing.

Qin Lin was about to step in to resolve the matter, but Gao Yaoyao had already trotted forward. "Sir, Madam, our fruit is clearly priced. Moreover, these 200-per-jin strawberries are a special variety, clearly labeled and completely separated from the others. If you believe we are wronging your child, we have surveillance in the hall."

Gao Yaoyao's words clearly caused the couple's expressions to shift.

Yet, they did not want to pay for this mistake. After all, their child was young, and it was indeed the manor's fault for placing the two types of strawberries too close together—and within reach of the child.

The surrounding crowd clearly saw the truth of the matter. They looked at the couple with astonishment; to anyone with a shred of reason, such immoral people are the most detestable.

Especially when a spoiled child makes a mistake and the parents remain self-righteous, it is even more revolting.

People who cut in line, parents of spoiled children, women who occupy fish ponds—these people, much like professional scammers, are frantically destroying the social fabric.

Facing the gaze of the surrounding crowd, the man, wanting to save some face, pulled his wife to leave. But the woman wouldn't have it. Instead, with a sullen face, she took out her phone and started recording Gao Yaoyao, shouting righteously, "Everyone, look at this! Sky-high fruit prices—200 yuan for a jin of strawberries! This Qinglin Manor is forcing tourists to buy; this is forced buying and selling!"

The woman was clearly going all out, wanting to win this argument, completely ignoring the child watching nearby.

Isn't this an era where whoever holds the phone holds the truth?

"..." Gao Yaoyao was stunned.

"..." Qin Lin was equally shocked. Gao Yaoyao had warned him that troublemakers might stir up trouble over "sky-high" fruit prices, so he had been prepared for that, but he hadn't expected other types of absurdity. Some things were truly impossible to guard against.

Chen Shengfei, who had been eating happily, couldn't stand it anymore. He walked forward and said to Gao Yaoyao, "Pack up all these watermelons, strawberries, and okra for me. Not everyone knows the value of such special varieties. Some people have never seen what a real 'sky-high' price is."

Gao Yaoyao was surprised. "Sir, you mean... the whole lot?"

Qin Lin, watching from the side, was also astonished. Although there wasn't much of the Grade 2 watermelon, strawberries, and okra, buying them all would cost around 25,000.

"Pack them all up, I want them all!" Chen Shengfei couldn't stand people throwing tantrums, and he didn't forget to say to the woman, "Remember you are a mother in front of your child, lest the child learns from your example."

His words made the woman's face turn pale.

But the stubbornness of such immoral people clearly exceeded Chen Shengfei's expectations.

The woman instead pointed her phone at Chen Shengfei to record him. "Everyone look! This Qinglin Manor not only forces the sale of sky-high fruit, but they also hired a shill to mock us tourists for not being able to afford their fruit..."

"..." Chen Shengfei was left speechless.

The surrounding tourists were bewildered by this move, and finally, someone couldn't hold back.

"You're a mother; can't you set an example for your child?"
"It's laughable. This gentleman is wearing a custom Kition suit; the base price starts at 50,000."
"This gentleman's watch is..."

Clearly, there were many clear-headed people, and everyone had seen everything.

At this point, the man completely lost his composure. Realizing his wife had embarrassed them to the core, he pulled her to leave.

"Sir, you haven't paid yet," Gao Yaoyao reminded him, calling out, "If you skip the bill, we can choose to call the police."

The husband, frustrated, had no choice but to return under the contemptuous glares of the crowd, grinding his teeth as he said, "I'm sorry, how much is it in total?"

"Pay over here!" Gao Yaoyao said, having no patience for such people.

The woman watched everything with fury, looking as if she were about to explode, completely oblivious to a young man who had approached her child.

"Little one, well done. No matter where you are, if you see something good to eat, just sneakily grab it. You'll get a reward for that," the young man said, praising the child and handing him the strawberries he had bought himself. "Look, this is your reward for this time!"

"Mmh!" The child took the strawberries and nodded happily.

A woman beside the young man, who seemed to be his companion, couldn't stand it and discreetly kicked him.

A moment later, the man finished paying and left, pulling his grumbling wife away. However, the woman clearly couldn't swallow the indignation.

In the hall, Chen Shengfei ignored the surrounding gazes and went back to eating. The fish was truly delicious, and he didn't want to waste a single bite.

Qin Lin summoned Gao Yaoyao and praised her, "You did well just now. Keep up the good work!"

He was satisfied with her performance; although there were shortcomings, at least she hadn't panicked like the other waitress when faced with such a situation.

Qin Lin looked at Chen Shengfei with interest. This man was clearly a genuine wealthy individual and didn't seem to be from You City. He was curious how he had come to the manor.

In the afternoon, Chen Shengfei's driver arrived, and Chen Shengfei had the driver help load his packages into the car.

Gao Yaoyao came to report to Qin Lin, "Boss, that Mr. Chen spent 31,432 yuan here."

"I know," Qin Lin nodded. He then caught a Grade 2 grass carp and a Grade 2 black carp from the hall's fish pond.

He was naturally going to gift these to Mr. Chen. Firstly, to thank him for his help, and secondly, this was a high-end client. Someone spending over 30,000 in one go—if he could use this connection to develop more high-end clients, it would be far better than ordinary customers.

Beyond attracting regular tourists, the manor naturally needed to try and develop these high-end sources as well.