Chapter 355: Chapter 174: The Warehouse’s New Purpose! His Truly Kind Heart! (Part 2)

But the next moment, his brows furrowed again; he wasn’t mistaken after all.

[Mount Honeyed Preserved Fruit (Fake): This is a product made by mixing syrup with preserved fruit ingredients, which can imitate Mount Honeyed Preserved Fruit, priced at only 5 yuan per 500g, a 20-fold difference from the genuine article.]

Chen Han’s brows furrowed even deeper. The stall owner was leveraging his and the Chen Family’s name to psychologically suggest authenticity. If it were genuine goods, that would be another matter, as everyone struggles to make a living.

But the critical issue was that this guy was selling counterfeits, with a 20-fold price difference, which was unforgivable.

No matter how pricey things are in a tourist area, there’s no reason for a 20-fold markup.

What if a savvy tourist exposed this online? When the public opinion surged, they wouldn’t even mention the vendor’s name, they’d certainly say: "Tourist bought counterfeit Mount Honeyed Preserved Fruit from the Chen Family, with a 20-fold price difference..."

By then, the media chasing traffic would surely reproduce the story and zoom in on the ’Chen Family’ name.

At that point, the Chen Family would suffer an unwarranted calamity.

The stall owner was clearly startled to see Chen Han suddenly before him, but he quickly forced himself to act composed, saying, "Patriarch, please try my preserved fruit, absolutely genuine Mount Honeyed Preserved Fruit."

But Chen Han didn’t respond. Instead, he coldly said, "Not bad, fake preserved fruit costing 5 yuan per 500g can be sold for 100 yuan at our Chen Family."

These words clearly made the stall owner’s face instantly gloomy: "Patriarch, you... what are you saying?"

Chen Han pointed to Huang Xin and the others beside him, saying, "I think you should have a chat with Officer Huang and his team."

That stall owner naturally saw Huang Xin and his team in uniform, and his face looked even worse: "Patriarch, I..."

He wished to argue, but thinking of the legends surrounding the Chen Family, seeing the Patriarch coming to expose him, scared him out of even attempting a defense.

Flee?

Not when there are many officers present, or it might worsen the charges.

Faced with dual fear, he stood motionlessly.

Huang Xin understood the situation; this man sold counterfeits and marked up prices by 20 times, clearly violating regulations.

He looked curiously at the Patriarch; although they’d been walking together, he hadn’t tasted any of the goods, so how did he discover the truth?

It could only be said how impressive he was.

He specialized in criminal investigation, and without specific investigation of this stall owner, he couldn’t have immediately identified the problem with the preserved fruit.

Not to mention accurately stating a price of 5 yuan per 500g.

But he didn’t hesitate and directly waved for officers to step forward to control the stall owner and seize his stand.

The commotion here drew the attention of tourists nearby, who started watching.

Wearing a red armband, Uncle Cannon came with several elders. Seeing Chen Han, he asked, "Patriarch, what’s happening?"

Chen Han explained, "Selling counterfeits, 5 yuan goods being sold for 100 yuan, Captain Huang is handling it."

"What?" Uncle Cannon was enraged, saying, "This unscrupulous guy is trying to ruin our Chen Family."

As he spoke, he took out a loudspeaker and began to shout: "Visitors, the stand selling preserved fruit here is selling fakes, anyone who bought preserved fruit can come register."

He repeated this a few times.

Chen Han didn’t forget to instruct, "Uncle Cannon, afterward have the clan announce it further."

"Alright, Patriarch." Uncle Cannon nodded.

Uncle Cannon’s shouts amazed all tourists, especially those nearby who whispered among themselves:

"This guy just said how dare he sell counterfeits at the Chen Family’s place, see, you can’t say such things lightly."

"You can only say this guy is brave, despite having seen the news."

"The Patriarch is truly impressive, detecting the counterfeit seller in an instant."

"..."

Nearby vendors noticed the situation here, each looking over.

Chen Han looked at these nearby vendors, also taking the loudspeaker from Uncle Cannon, saying, "Everyone coming here to the Chen Family to sell goods is welcome, the Chen Family and I gladly welcome you."

"But you must uphold integrity, don’t sell counterfeit goods to our Chen Family tourists. Tourists trust and love our Chen Family, coming here specially to visit, we won’t let them be deceived."

"People who engage in deceptions aren’t welcome here at the Chen Family; if discovered, we definitely won’t let them off, handing them over to the police at once."

These words instantly drew applause from many tourists.

After all, the Patriarch was considering their interests, at least showing his determination in combating counterfeits.

But after this incident, word spread. Who would dare sell counterfeits at the Chen Family’s place now, unless they were extraordinarily brave?

Upon hearing Chen Han’s words, all nearby vendors declared their goods genuine and felt reassured about their integrity.

Chen Han nodded and continued his observation.

Huang Xin had three officers take the stall owner and stand away, while he followed Chen Han to continue their stroll.

Fruits, vegetables, and specialty dried bamboo shoots didn’t require Chen Han’s scrutiny. The prices for farm produce were established and couldn’t be counterfeited, as long as they’re fresh.

For the pricier items, he would personally verify their authenticity. Most vendors were local villagers, honest and set fair prices.

Slightly higher than city prices was understandable, as they were earning a living and bringing items to this area, counted as hard-earned money.

As long as it was within reasonable bounds.

Upon spotting a vendor selling dry goods on the Market’s edge, he became intrigued and walked over.

The vendor was elderly, accompanied by a little girl. The girl was well-behaved, doing her homework nearby, seemingly accompanying her grandfather on a market day.