Yang Yu left with his three disciples, leaving decisively.
As he had said himself, he believed that his medicine would surely be welcomed by ordinary people worldwide, given that there are more poor and ordinary people in this world, and not everyone can afford expensive medicine.
As long as his medicine was good, there wouldn't be a worry about the market. By then, if they wanted to cooperate, it wouldn't be as easy as it was today.
Seeing Yang Yu leave so abruptly, everyone was a bit dumbfounded.
They thought Yang Yu wouldn't give up so easily; they expected some negotiations, but Yang Yu actually left.
"That young man is full of youthful vigor, does he really think that just because he has skills, he can tap into our market?"
"Naive, too naive."
"Exactly, he doesn't even think about it, how can a Xia Country person do business on someone else's turf without bowing their head?"
