Happy Little Farmer

The so-called ten-to-one ratio mentioned by the out-of-towner was the mixing ratio of real to counterfeit goods.

For those who truly profit from counterfeit goods, they definitely wouldn’t use a ten-to-one ratio, they would probably achieve a fifty-fifty.

But Yang Fan couldn’t do such a thing.

Medicinal herbs were meant for curing and saving lives, and faking such things was asking for divine retribution.

Now, purchasing this truckload of counterfeit goods for merely three to five thousand yuan could indirectly cause the deaths of several people because of him.

He couldn’t carry out such a conscienceless act.

Yang Fan’s complexion had already turned unfriendly, and he waved his hand again, "You go, I can’t take it."

The out-of-towner was still unyielding and said, "How about this, for this truck, just give me two thousand yuan. It’s really cheap."

"If you don’t leave, I’ll call the police!" Yang Fan said sternly.

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Upon hearing this, the out-of-towner’s expression abruptly changed, and he gestured with his hand, "Alright, alright, I’m leaving. I see you’re quite the fool as a boss. My goods are almost indistinguishable from the real ones."

Yang Fan didn’t say a word, just stared with a somber face.