âYou say your grandfather and his people are coming over?â
When Greg Jensen heard this news, he was startled. The Lin family had been destroyed, and Cole Barnett and Max Milton had been called back by him.
In the past two days, he had learned about some of the provincial cityâs forces from the three men.
All the other families were manageable, but only the Ford family, despite not having any Martial Way experts, stood aloof from the others.
Now that the Family Head of the Ford family was coming to visit him personally, how could he possibly take it lightly?
Therefore, the next morning, he waited early at the Wright familyâs clubhouse.
After all, it was the elderly patriarch of the provincial cityâs Ford family, and waiting at home seemed somewhat presumptuous, like expecting someone to pay homage. It was better to set the meeting place outside.
While Greg Jensen sat in the gym, sipping tea and watching Adrian Wright, Brandon Brent, and Theo Carter practice their fitness routine, he waited for the Fords to arrive.
However, instead of the Fords, he ended up waiting for the Simmons brothers.
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In the tea room.
Greg Jensen looked at Mick Simmons with some bafflement and asked, âAre you two here for something?â
Mick Simmons smiled and said, âI heard that Mr. Jensen has some Fragrant Spirit Grass, so weâve come especially to buy it.â
Upon hearing this, Greg Jensenâs eyes narrowed. Wanting to buy Fragrant Spirit Grass? No chance.
Without any hesitation, he replied, âIâm sorry, I donât know where you heard such rumors, Mr. Simmons; I donât even know what Fragrant Spirit Grass is.â
Mick Simmonsâs brow furrowed, and a flash of displeasure crossed his face.
Donald Simmons immediately snorted coldly from beside him, âKid, since we found you, it means we know itâs definitely with you.
Stop the nonsense and hand it over. Our Simmons family wonât treat you poorly.â
Wonât treat me poorly?
Like the Lin family?
When needed, you endlessly make promises, but once youâre done, you kick them away, leaving them with an uncertain fate.
What future is there in following you?
âBig brother.â
Mick Simmons stopped his cousin and then smiled at Greg Jensen, âMr. Jensen, donât be in such a rush to refuse.
How about this deal? Just give us the Fragrant Spirit Grass, and the terms are up to you.
Arenât you in the herbal medicine business? I can give you all of Westland Pharmaceuticalsâ supply contracts.
Even if you want to enter the provincial city in the future, our Simmons family will support you.
How about it? Consider it?â
âNo need to consider, I really donât have what youâre looking for.â
Greg Jensen shook his head; he didnât want to offend the Simmons family, but he also couldnât hand over the Fragrant Spirit Grass to them.
âGreg Jensen, are you fucking refusing a face-saving offer?â
Donald Simmons said angrily, âDo you believe I could kick you out of the supply chain right now?â
âDoes his word count?â
Greg Jensen looked at Mick Simmons with an indifferent expression, not taking Donald Simmonsâs threat seriously at all.
Mick Simmons didnât answer but countered, âThereâs a saying that you depend on your parents at home and your friends when youâre out. Does Mr. Jensen not intend to make friends with the Simmons family?â
Greg Jensen scoffed and shook his head, âMr. Simmons, thatâs a bit too much. Naturally, I would like to make friends, but even with friends, you canât force someone to do the impossible, can you?
I honestly donât have what you want; what am I supposed to give you?â
Donald Simmons sneered, âIs that so? Then do you dare to let me search your house?â
âSearch?â
Greg Jensenâs expression gradually turned cold as he said, âWho the fuck do you think you are, wanting to search other peopleâs houses on a whim, are you an inspector?â
The tea room fell into a deathly silence!
Mick Simmons looked shocked, apparently not expecting Greg Jensen to speak so insolently.
Donald Simmons, with anger on his face, waited for Greg Jensen to respond, saying, âMotherfucker, youâre really asking for it!â
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âHeh, I may be courting death, but youâre not the one who can kill me!â
Greg Jensen sneered coldly, ready to teach Mick Simmons a lesson, when the door to the tea room suddenly opened, and Tracy Miles walked in first.
Following her were an old man and two middle-aged men.
âBrother Greg, this is my grandfather Bradley Ford, my uncle Patrick Ford, and my uncle Nicolas Fordâ¦â
After the introductions, she noticed Mick Simmons and Donald Simmons, paused for a moment, and smiled, âUncle Simmons, youâre here too.â
âUh, Mr. Ford, what brings youâ¦â
Mick Simmons was surprised. What was going on with the Ford family? Except for Kevin Ford, all the male members of the Ford family had nearly arrived, even the patriarch Bradley Ford.
âOh, is that Antonio I see?â
Bradley Ford smiled warmly, âTracyâs boyfriend is friends with Mr. Jensen, and we had arranged to have dinner here.â
âOh, I see.â
Mick Simmons let out a slight sigh of relief, then glanced at Greg Jensen and said, âMr. Jensen, letâs leave our discussion here for today, and I hope you take good care of yourself.â
âHeh, take care, no need to see you out!â
Greg Jensen replied casually, then turned to Bradley Ford with a smile, âMr. Ford, welcome, please take a seat.â
Mick Simmons looked somewhat displeased, nodded to the Ford family, and left the tea room with his cousin.
Back in their car, Donald Simmons was somewhat irritated, âDamn, if the Fords hadnât arrived, I wouldâve taught him a good lesson!â
Mick Simmons shook his head, his face showing doubt, âItâs a good thing you didnât do anything, otherwise things might not have gone well today.â
âWhat do you mean?â
Realizing something, Donald Simmons frowned and said, âYou suspect the Fords are here for Greg?â
Mick Simmons countered, âWhat do you think?â
Donald Simmons thought for a moment, feeling it was unlikely, and shook his head, âNo way, considering our relationship with the Fords, Mr. Ford wouldnât fool us, right?â
âI also feel like they wouldnât do that, but⦠according to Mr. Ford, today was supposed to be a family dinner, otherwise so many of them wouldnât have come. But why is Greg here?â
âHmph, just ask Mr. Ford later, right?â
Mick Simmons nodded silently, a serious expression appearing on his face.
âDamn it, no matter their relationship, I must deal with that Greg.â
Remembering Gregâs attitude towards him, Donald Simmons felt his anger surge again, âPutting aside the Spirit Grass for now, just for his attitude, I must eliminate him.â
Mick Simmons frowned, âBe careful with this.â
âCareful my ass!â
Donald Simmons said dismissively, âIf you ask me, itâs your indulgence thatâs to blame, allowing every Tom, Dick, and Harry to show off in front of the Simmons family.
Killing a few like Greg will make sure no one dares to disrespect the Simmons family in the future!â
Mick Simmons didnât respond, because he had a lingering bad feeling in his heart.
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Inside the tea room, Patrick Ford solemnly took out several boxes and placed them in front of Greg Jensen, smiling, âMr. Jensen, Iâm at a loss for how to thank you. Please accept these modest gifts as a token of my gratitude.â
âThis isâ¦â
âThree-hundred-year-old ginseng, century rootâ¦â
Patrick Ford gradually opened the boxes, revealing several aged medicinal herbs in front of Greg Jensen.
Gregâs eyes immediately lit up. He took a deep breath and then shook his head with a smile, âThis⦠this is too precious, I canât accept it.â
Any one of these herbs could sell for millions on the market, and all together, they were worth at least thirty to forty million.
Moreover, these herbs were essential ingredients for crafting Vitality Pills.
Did Greg need them?
Definitely!
But, he had given Tracy the simplified Cultivation Technique because he considered her a friend.
It wasnât a business transaction, just mutual help between friends. To talk about money would really spoil the meaning of it.
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