Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 87: Putting on Airs

Chapter 87: Chapter 87: Putting on Airs

Yang Fan, with his unyielding stance, completely flustered the three men.

"Two thousand yuan, is it? Fine, I’ll pay you!" the square-faced man suddenly rushed over and shouted, "But you must let me watch you delete the video from your phone."

Yang Fan shook his head. "What I just quoted was the minimum price. Did you really take it as the standard? Is your face that big?"

"Name your price!" the square-faced man yelled desperately, his narrow eyes scanning Yang Fan up and down.

It seemed he was weighing whether it was more worth it to beat up Yang Fan or to pay him.

"Five thousand," Yang Fan stated unapologetically.

"Are you robbing me?" the square-faced man burst out in anger.

Yang Fan, with a solemn face, shouted, "Hey, don’t throw accusations around, I’m not robbing anyone. My intention was that you shouldn’t hold back, go ahead and hit me if you must, ideally smash my phone too. Honestly, I’ve been using this phone for a while and I’ve been thinking about switching it."

"But it was you who said you wanted to pay. I was initially reluctant. My idea was it would be best if we went to the police station to settle this, make the proceedings completely reasonable and legal."

The square-faced man stared intensely at Yang Fan, his mouth twitching fiercely, "Fine, five thousand, is it? I’ll pay you!"

"In cash!" Yang Fan said indifferently, "Just a reminder, if you’re going to pay, pay up squarely. Don’t be like the little brat I met last time who tried to counter me. Now he’s living comfortably inside, though sewing might be a bit tiring."

"Fatty, get the money, give it to him!" the square-faced man ordered grimly.

The chubby man hesitated a bit but after receiving a stern look from the square-faced man, he nodded obediently.

Yang Fan kindly reminded, "There’s an ATM right in the market, no need to go far."

"Can the video be deleted now?" the square-faced man shouted, barely containing his anger.

Yang Fan immediately looked incredulous, "Is this how you conduct business? With no rules at all?"

The square-faced man glared fiercely at Yang Fan, grinding his teeth before shouting, "Fine, as you say."

"You should have listened to me from the start," Yang Fan sneered, then called out to the girl cowering in the corner, "You, come here."

The girl hesitated for a moment, then shuffled her feet to Yang Fan’s side.

Upon seeing Yang Fan, she suddenly exclaimed with a surprised face, "Oh, it’s you?"

"Keep it down, eh? To sell stuff and end up like this, that’s quite rare," Yang Fan said, speechless.

The girl immediately looked aggrieved and murmured softly, "I didn’t know..."

"How many did you sell to them?" Yang Fan asked.

"Thirty." The girl said weakly.

"I’m asking how many grams, how am I supposed to calculate if you tell me in pieces?" Yang Fan asked.

"Oh, ten... sixteen grams," the girl mumbled, quickly correcting herself.

Yang Fan roughly calculated in his mind, "According to the price of cordyceps, that would be around two thousand yuan."

"No, just one thousand five hundred," the girl said softly.

"Wait, let me think," Yang Fan looked up recalling, "You told me last time that someone bought them for one hundred and twenty to one hundred and fifty yuan each, right? It must have been their shop. But you sold sixteen grams for one thousand five hundred, which is only around ninety-three per gram, right?"

The girl suddenly looked embarrassed, "I don’t understand these things very well; when I told you, I just raised the price slightly..."

"No, you do understand, it’s just that the business has been a bit of a mess," Yang Fan said, shaking his head in disbelief. "All this over one thousand five hundred yuan, and they cornered you in this alley?"

"No, it was four thousand. I sold more after that," the girl said softly, pressing her lips together. "I spent all my money on my grandfather’s medical expenses, I only have a little over three hundred on me now, I really don’t have that much money..."

"The way you’re talking, it’s really hard for me to follow, couldn’t you have combined both sales in one explanation without breaking any laws?" Yang Fan shook his head, speechless.

"I wanted to split it into two parts because the price later was a bit higher—it wasn’t the same..." the girl said weakly.

"Never mind, knowing it was four thousand is enough," Yang Fan said, waving his hand.

He now suspected these men weren’t unfamiliar with what real Cordyceps looked like but were purposely doing this.

If he could recognize the stuff, wouldn’t these Cordyceps buyers know too?

The difference between substandard quality medicinal herbs and real Cordyceps was quite clear compared to synthetics.

If they lacked even this basic knowledge, then they shouldn’t consider being in this trade.

At that moment, the fat man came back gasping for breath.

He threw five thousand yuan into Yang’s arms with arrogance and shouted, "Delete the video, we’ll watch you delete it!"

"I’ll delete it; I’m always fair in business," Yang Fan said with a smile. He proceeded to delete the recorded video in front of the three men. As for the video he had sent out casually just earlier, that obviously wasn’t going to be deleted.

That was a precaution, one that Yang Fan definitely intended to keep.

"You have no part in this now, take the money and scram!" the square-faced man shouted, waving his hand dismissively.

"We were just chatting, you heard a bit of it, didn’t you? We’re not strangers passing by," Yang Fan sneered. He counted out four thousand yuan and threw it to the square-faced man, saying, "Here’s your money, give us back the Cordyceps."

The square-faced man sneered, "Ever heard of ’a tenfold fine for fakes’? Four thousand won’t settle this; it should be forty thousand!"

"Oh, you want to talk about that? Let’s have a good chat then. I just happen to have a friend who’s quite familiar with the tenfold fine rule. Let him have a good talk with you. I’m curious, selling substandard quality ones as real to a buyer who, coincidentally, also couldn’t recognize them—does that not require a tenfold fine?"

As he spoke, Yang Fan picked up his phone and dialed Old Zhou’s number.

This was definitely a situation that needed the acting skills of Old Zhou, the trickster.

He wasn’t a professional, but he had been through enough of these situations to be adept.

Seeing Yang Fan’s actions, the square-faced man’s face turned a mix of green and red, and even a shade of extreme purple from the anger.

"Forget it, I’ll just consider it bad luck on my part; let’s just leave it at that," the square-faced man suddenly said, waving his hand.

"Is it really over?" Yang Fan asked solemnly.

Old Zhou’s call had already connected, and Yang Fan calmly watched the square-faced man while discussing the tenfold fine issue with Old Zhou.

In such moments, whether Yang Fan actually had the upper hand or not, he absolutely couldn’t lose in terms of momentum.

"Hang up your phone, we won’t pursue this matter any further," the square-faced man said sullenly.

"You also had no face to pursue it. Did you really think I didn’t know what you were up to? But still, empty words prove nothing, write us a note," Yang Fan said.

Banks always have a sign that says ’Not responsible once you leave the counter,’ but these guys, pretending not to recognize substandard quality stuff, played this trick.

Intentionally setting traps and attempting to freeload.