"Young Master Ye, don't get angry. I think they are simply bluffing," said one of the Chamber of Commerce presidents with a sneer as he noticed Ye Fengyun's displeased expression.
"It's more than just bluffing. In my opinion, they are completely throwing in the towel," another person said disdainfully.
Hearing their words, Ye Fengyun felt a bit relieved in his heart. Whether it was Mu Hanyan, Mu Nan, or Qu Shanling, all of them had some status and background; they had to maintain face, and even if they couldn't identify those herbs, they certainly couldn't show a crestfallen and helpless front to others.
One still had to put on the act; losing was acceptable, but losing face was absolutely not. Convinced of this, Ye Fengyun now firmly believed that Qu Shanling, Mu Hanyan, and the others were putting on airs, and he sneered inwardly: Face isn't something you can fake. You need real ability. Not being able to distinguish these herbs, no amount of pretense would be useful.
