Chen Shengfei and Ma Liewen exchanged a glance, each understanding what the other was thinking.
"Old Chen, this rice... seems a whole lot tastier than the rice we used to buy!" Ma Liewen's mouth fell open.
"..." Chen Shengfei fell silent for a moment before saying, "It seems Boss Qin wasn't the one who got conned. We were the ones who got conned. If this is what Xiangshui Tribute Rice is really like, then the rice we paid over a thousand yuan per jin for was fake."
Ma Liewen's short temper flared. "Do they all think we're idiots just because we have money? Baixiang Pavilion tried to pass off non-wild fish as the real thing, and now that bastard Li Fei is trying to fool us with fake Xiangshui Tribute Rice?"
Chen Shengfei frowned. "We'd never tasted real Xiangshui Tribute Rice before. That guy Li Fei wanted to get into our circle, so he tried to fob us off with fakes. We just won't deal with him again."
"Right!" Ma Liewen nodded, then groaned, "That was embarrassing. We just said Boss Qin had been conned."
"..." Chen Shengfei was just as helpless. Who would've thought they were the clowns? Then he suddenly said, "That bag of rice Boss Qin had earlier must've weighed fifty jin, right?"
Only then did Ma Liewen catch on. Anyone who could get fifty jin of this stuff at once was either someone important, or someone who also thought it was fake and had sold it to Boss Qin as a scam.
Naturally, they didn't intend to investigate. They didn't make money from this; they were just customers. There was no need to fuss over where the rice came from.
Even if they found out, they might not be able to get their hands on it,