Chapter 304: Chapter 302: Return_1

Quinton Creed’s face also darkened as he frowned and asked, “What do you mean by that, Mr. Jensen?”

Greg Jensen glanced at Cole Barnett and Max Milton standing behind him, then turned to Quinton Creed and said indifferently,

“This kid from my family doesn’t quite understand things, nor does he care whether the items are real or fake; he carelessly bids.

There were too many people earlier, and it was embarrassing to say this, so I’ve waited until now.”

Upon hearing the words “real or fake,” a surge of anxiety swelled within Quinton Creed as he retorted with a fierce, yet worried tone,

“Mr. Jensen, there is no such thing as returns at an auction.

If you don’t like it, it’s okay. I can help you resell it at the next auction.”

Greg Jensen stood up, looked at Quinton Creed seriously, and nodded,

“Alright, since Mr. Creed has said so much, then I guess I’ll go talk to the Lin family.

See if their treasure is the same as mine—no matter how I look at it, it seems fake.”

After saying this, he headed straight for the exit.

Seeing this, Quinton Creed’s face finally changed, and he quickly ran over to stop him, chuckling, “Mr. Jensen, let’s talk this over, there’s no need to rush.”

The corners of Greg Jensen’s mouth lifted slightly as he scoffed, “Now we can talk?”

“Yes, certainly, we can definitely talk.”

Quinton Creed wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, “The Tao Te Ching cost you five hundred and fifty thousand, right? I’ll refund you right now.”

“Then do it quickly,” Greg Jensen said.

Not daring to delay, Quinton Creed quickly took out his phone and transferred the money to Greg Jensen, then said with a smile, “Mr. Jensen, about today’s incident… please make sure to keep it a secret.”

Greg Jensen looked at his watch and said, “My time is worth millions a minute, and I’ve wasted three minutes here with you. And now you’re asking me to keep a secret…”

“One million, I’ll transfer it to you right now!”

“Alright then.”

Upon hearing this, Greg Jensen reluctantly nodded his head.

Quinton Creed pulled out his phone again and made another transfer to Greg Jensen.

Seeing the balance on his phone, Greg Jensen smiled contentedly, patted Quinton Creed’s shoulder, and said, “Remember to call me when you organize another auction.”

“Of course, we will definitely invite Mr. Jensen.”

Invite your uncle!

Are you inviting me over to extort my money?

Quinton Creed cursed Greg Jensen’s ancestors in his heart, but he didn’t dare show it on his face; he actually had to keep up the appearance of a smiling face.

“Haha.”

Greg Jensen let out a laugh, turned to the bewildered Nathan Humphrey, and said, “What are you standing there for? Let’s go!”

“Oh, right.”

Nathan Humphrey, still dazed, followed Greg Jensen out and only once they were in the car did he come to his senses. He looked at Greg Jensen with a shocked expression and asked, “Mr. Jensen… Was the Tao Te Ching fake?”

“You drive the Jeep yourself.”

“Of course, boss.”

After briefing Trey Holmes, Greg Jensen turned and got into the GL8, giving Nathan Humphrey an annoyed stare and spoke,

“What do you think? If it wasn’t fake, why would he return the money? And why would he pay a million to silence me?”

“Uh…”

Both Nathan Humphrey and Creed Humphrey were stunned.

“This… it’s not possible. I saw it myself, it was clearly from the Song Dynasty, how could it be fake?”

Creed Humphrey still couldn’t quite bring himself to believe it.

Greg Jensen pointed at his nose and cursed, “Aiden Clark, you old fart, if it weren’t for Liliana Grey’s sake, I’d slap you twice right now.

I already told you it was fake, yet you still wanted to buy it, to show off how impressive you are, huh?

Lived all these years and your brain went to the dogs? Obviously dubious items and you still fucking bid for them, you brainless idiot!”

Creed Humphrey’s face turned bright red from the scolding but didn’t dare to say a word in retort.

Today he had truly lost face; if not for Greg Jensen being there, that 550,000 would have gone down the drain.

Greg Jensen noticed that Nathan Humphrey kept staring at him, which made him quite angry, slapping his head hard and saying,n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

“What’s wrong with you, unlucky kid? I told you it was fake and you still didn’t believe me. Could I possibly harm you?

Besides, what’s there to earn from ten or eighty thousand? If you want to earn, earn big! No brains and no vision.”

Nathan Humphrey was scolded without any temper left.

He had spent so much effort and finally agreed to spend 550,000 on a copy of “Tao Te Ching”, hoping to make a profit of a hundred or eighty thousand to show his mother, never expecting to end up with a fake.

Greg Jensen didn’t spend a penny, just moved his lips, and directly earned a million as hush money.

It really was infuriating how some people always seemed better off!

Compared to Greg Jensen, he felt like a complete failure!

At this moment, Nathan Humphrey had completely lost the air of the Humphrey family’s young master, his head drooping like a defeated rooster, silent.

After Greg Jensen had finished cursing, he asked Nathan Humphrey for his bank card number and transferred a million to him.

Nathan Humphrey, looking at the balance, was taken aback and said, “Mr. Jensen, you… you transferred too much.”

Greg Jensen said indifferently, “Not too much. The 550,000 is the principal, and the other 450,000 is your share of the profit.”

“This… isn’t right, is it?”

“What’s wrong with it? Just consider it your pocket money. If your mom asks, just say it’s the hush money we discussed.”

Greg Jensen glanced at Creed Humphrey and said, “Give this old guy 50,000! Both of you, keep your mouths shut tight. If the news of today gets out, you two will be the first to suffer.”

“We definitely won’t talk!”

Nathan Humphrey wasn’t dumb, he understood what Greg Jensen meant.

If this got out, it would not only anger Quinton Creed but also indirectly slap the Lindens’ faces, and neither family would let him off.

When Creed Humphrey learned that he would also get some money, he quickly assured, “Mr. Jensen, rest assured, I promise not to say a word.”

“Hmm.”

When the three of them returned to Jamae, it was already past lunchtime. Greg Jensen simply took them to Dreamscape Garden and asked the kitchen to make some signature dishes.

Adrian Wright and Spencer Burley just happened to be coming out of eating there when they saw Greg Jensen hanging out with Nathan Humphrey, which surprised them.

Seeing this, Greg Jensen simply called the two over as well.

All being young men, and with Greg Jensen intentionally promoting harmony, a few drinks later, past grudges were erased.

It was not until then that Nathan Humphrey couldn’t help but raise his thumb and say, “I won’t speak of anything else, but I am truly convinced of Greg’s abilities!

You don’t know, Greg just glanced at that book for a few moments, then determined it was a fake.

Old Humphrey, who’s worked for our family for decades, couldn’t see it. Isn’t that right, Old Humphrey?”

Creed Humphrey, who was next to him, hurriedly said, “That’s right, I was sure at the time that the book was genuine, only to find out later…

Sigh, I’ve been embarrassed today.”

In the following time, Nathan Humphrey became a dedicated fan, praising Greg Jensen to the skies so much that even Greg himself felt a bit embarrassed.

After eating, Creed Humphrey took a cab back by himself, while Greg Jensen took Nathan Humphrey and the others to Wright’s club.

After arriving at the club and seeing Cole Barnett and Max Milton waiting in the tea room, Nathan Humphrey was stunned.

Pointing at them, he said incredulously, “You… you’ve known Greg for a long time?”