"Chen Yansen… are you sure this is the place?"
Wang Zihao stood stiffly in front of the patrol station. His hands were buried in his pockets, shoulders tight.
Every glance from passersby felt like fire.
"Stop talking. Work."
Chen Yansen didn't look at him.
He knew Wang Zihao wasn't calm because he was weak—he just hadn't been forced yet.
Pressure was the fastest teacher.
"O-okay…"
Tables came out. Chairs unfolded.
Boxes were stacked.
Wang Ziyan spread a muted cloth across the table and lined up the MP3s and MP4s with practiced precision—black, white, silver.
Clean. Orderly. Professional.
People slowed.
Then stopped.
"These kids are bold."
"Right outside the patrol station?"
"Are they asking for trouble?"
An old man with a pipe abandoned the market and sat down across the street.
He wanted to watch.
"Hey, young man," someone asked, amused."Why set up here?"
"Less competition," Chen Yansen replied.
He didn't explain further.
Whispers followed.
"They'll get chased off."
"Or fined."
"Good-looking, but stupid."
Chen Yansen pulled out posters.
Banners.
A coin box.
Finally—a megaphone.
"Hello—hello—hello."
He adjusted the volume openly.
Ten minutes later, the booth was complete.
A long table overflowing with devices.
Two banners standing tall.
MARKET MUST-BUY! CLEARANCE SALE!FACTORY DIRECT! FREE HEADPHONES!
At the front, a massive poster:
MP3 — 49 YUANMP4 — 199 YUAN
The numbers screamed.
"Mouse," Chen Yansen said calmly."Let's start."
Wang Zihao swallowed hard.
"I'm… ready."
His legs were shaking.
Wang Ziyan wasn't.
She smiled.
Chen Yansen raised the megaphone.
"Attention!"
His voice cut through the crowd.
"Uncles and aunts of Chongqiao—look here!"
Heads turned.
Young people rushed forward.
Adults followed.
The circle tightened.
"MP3 players—originally 290, 390, 490!"
"Today—49 yuan!"
"Cables, earphones—free!"
"MP4 players—originally 990!"
"Today—199!"
"Only 100 units!"
"First come, first served!"
The crowd buzzed.
"So cheap?"
"They dare sell here—must be real."
"199 isn't bad."
"49? That's nothing."
Chen Yansen pushed again.
"Try it now!"
"Not satisfied—don't pay!"
That line broke the last hesitation.
Hands reached out.
Money flashed.
"Give me one!"
"Two MP4s!"
"Don't push—I was first!"
The stall vanished behind bodies.
Wang Zihao stared.
"…That's it?"
He couldn't believe it.
"Watch closely," Chen Yansen said."You'll do this yourself next time."
"Me?" Wang Zihao panicked."No way."
"You planning to rely on me forever?""I'm not your father."
"…Could be," Wang Zihao muttered.
"Stop talking!"
Wang Ziyan snapped while packing boxes."Move!"
"Coming!"
Wang Zihao slammed a new box onto the table.
"Last 100 units!"
The crowd surged—
"STOP."
A sharp voice cut through everything.
Silence.
A uniformed man pushed through the crowd.
"Who approved this stall?"
Chen Yansen looked up.
And smiled.