Zhao Wu drove, taking Yang Fan and Old Zhou back to Old Zhou's shop.
Zhu Shanshan had already left.
It was precisely because Yang Fan had confirmed that Zhu Shanshan was gone that he dared to follow them both back.
Otherwise, he still felt somewhat cowardly.
Old Zhou weighed all of the matsutake and black spirit ginseng for Yang Fan, then madly punched numbers into a calculator and quoted the final price to Yang Fan: one hundred forty thousand, rounding it up.
Yang Fan's profit from these items was over thirty thousand, with two thousand to spare, the capital being one hundred and four thousand.
Old Zhou had once again rounded down the amount, directly rounding it to forty thousand.
This was the biggest sum Yang Fan had ever earned since he started dealing in mushrooms.
It really was almost making tens of thousands in minutes.
However, Yang Fan didn't plan to take the money.
