The square-faced man very reluctantly wrote a note for Yang Fan, and the matter was glossed over just like that.
He didn't even ask for the four thousand yuan and just turned around and left with a dark face.
Yang Fan didn't understand what the man was up to, but he was sure that he didn't lose out on those few dozen sticks of substandard quality.
Those buyers, who can sell artificially synthesized Cordyceps for the price of real Cordyceps after buying them for mere pennies, won't lose out on something of actual value like substandard quality, probably having sold them already.
The young girl looked at Yang Fan with a shocked expression, "Just... just like that, I'm off the hook?"
"You're off the hook, but that stuff you have is substandard quality, don't sell it as real Cordyceps anymore. Otherwise, there's another pit like this one waiting for you to jump into it. If you take your stuff to someone who really knows their stuff, they'll easily differentiate," Yang Fan said.
