In the north of the city, inside an old and secluded warehouse, a middle-aged man pointed to the corner of the storage room and said, "Here are two tons of wild watermelons. I bought them from farmers a few years ago for medicinal purposes. Later, the medicine didn't sell well, so they've been left here ever since."
"If you want them, I can give them to you for a cheaper price."
The middle-aged man's hair was disheveled, his face full of fatigue, looking just like Qi Yun did before his company went bankrupt years ago.
Upon hearing this, Qi Yun directed his gaze toward the pile of wild watermelons in the corner of the storage room. He stepped forward a few steps, squatted down, and carefully examined the condition of the wild watermelons, finding that although they'd been stored for years, they were still relatively well-preserved.
