Chapter 386: Chapter 384: 384 The Monk Pig_1

Greg Jensen chuckled, “Really, there’s none left.”

The Monk Pig smiled and said, “Brother, that’s not very kind of you. I just saw you popping those things like candy.”

With no other option, Greg Jensen had to admit, “Alright, I do have some more, but those are my snacks, I can’t sell them anymore.”

Knowing that Greg Jensen was indeed lying, The Monk Pig wasn’t angry at all and said cheerfully,

“No problem, I won’t buy any, just give me a few, and I’ll give you some money for them. That way, we’ve made a connection, right?”

Amused by his thick-skinned nature, Greg Jensen found him quite interesting. He hesitated for a moment before taking out a small Jade Bottle from his bag and tossing it to him, saying,

“Here are ten Vitality Elixirs, take good care of them.”

The Monk Pig’s eyes lit up as he opened the bottle to check, his face beaming with joy as he asked, “Five million a piece? What’s your bank account number, I’ll transfer the money to you?”

Greg Jensen waved his hand and said, “We agreed to make friends, talking about money hurts the relationship. Just take and use them.”n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

“Yo, how can I accept this?”

The Monk Pig was genuinely astonished; fifty million was not a small sum, and not many people could resist such a temptation.

However, upon further thought, given that Greg Jensen could produce something like the Vitality Elixir, he seemed not to be an ordinary person.

Remembering how Greg Jensen had tricked Curtis Milton, he suddenly grinned and said, “Alright, I’ll make friends with you. Call me when you come to Mystic City.”

With that, he handed over a business card.

“Theresa Locke?”

Greg Jensen took the card and saw that it only had a name and phone number, with no other information. He then noticed The Monk Pig’s name and couldn’t help but glance up at him.

Theresa Locke seemed a bit embarrassed, awkwardly laughed and said, “My parents picked that name, I had no choice. Don’t mind that my name is ‘Little Child’; I’m a very steady person, reliable in handling matters.”

“You, steady?”

With the nickname The Monk Pig, where’s the steadiness?

Greg Jensen was somewhat speechless but still nodded and made some agreeable remarks.

He did not give his own name, and Theresa Locke tactfully didn’t ask.

The two of them listened to Glen Wolfe’s lengthy speech on stage while chatting idly.

When Glen Wolfe finished speaking, more people entered the venue, filling the seats behind the tables. All sorts of items, Elixirs, and even paintings and Cultivation Techniques, were laid out on the tables.

Greg Jensen then went on another round of browsing with Theresa Locke accompanying him.

It was apparent that Theresa Locke came from a well-off family. His extent of knowledge might be uncertain, but his breadth of experience was indeed exceptional.

Under Greg Jensen’s purposeful guidance, he shared a multitude of interesting stories from the Jianghu, emphasizing the fearsome aspects of Healington.

“Brother, you’ve offended Healington, be careful,”

Theresa Locke said with concern, “If you don’t have anything important to do, perhaps you shouldn’t attend the next two days. Leave early while no one’s paying attention, to avoid trouble.”

Greg Jensen paused mid-step, looking at him curiously, puzzled, “What do you mean? Does Healington plan to make a move during the exchange meeting?”

“That they won’t do. After all, the exchange meeting is Healington’s cash cow; they won’t lay a hand on anyone here. But once the meeting is over, that’s another story.”

“Haha, then I’m not afraid,” Greg Jensen laughed carelessly.

Seeing that he wasn’t taking it seriously, Theresa Locke didn’t press further and instead said, “If you trust me, get in my car when the exchange meeting ends. I guarantee no one will dare to trouble you.”

“We’ll see when the time comes, but thanks anyway,” Greg Jensen said with a smile.

…

At lunchtime, it only made sense for Greg Jensen to join Theresa Locke at the restaurant.

The Wolfe family was not short on money; the lunch they prepared was quite abundant.

Greg Jensen and Theresa Locke took their meals and started eating in the dining hall.

While they were eating, Elder Sun walked over to Greg with a stern voice, “Boy, our Sect’s True Disciple is asking for you.”

Greg looked up, following his gaze, only to see Curtis Milton standing at the doorway with an inscrutable expression on his face.

Theresa Locke, fearing trouble for him, spoke up to remind him, “Brother, don’t bother with him, let’s just eat.”

Greg Jensen was stunned for a moment, but then chuckled, “It’s fine, you already said it, he wouldn’t dare lay a hand on anyone at the exchange event, I’ll go and see what this is about.”

With that, he stood up and walked outside.

Theresa hesitated for a moment, then took out her phone and made a call, “The charming Magician has gone out. Follow behind and see what’s going on.”

“Okay.”

A response came from the other end of the phone, and soon a man stood up and walked out.

On the other side, Greg Jensen followed Elder Sun to the door.

After giving Greg a look, Curtis Milton didn’t say a word but turned and walked ahead.

Greg Jensen sneered internally but remained silent, following quietly behind.

The three of them arrived at a small reception room.

Curtis Milton sat down on the sofa and then said indifferently, “Sit.”

Greg Jensen sat down boldly opposite him and, seeing Curtis Milton starting to make tea himself, couldn’t help but laugh and say,

“Master Curtis, what’s the matter? You surely didn’t ask me to come just to have tea, did you?”

Curtis Milton poured two cups of tea, then raised his head, looked at Greg Jensen, and asked, “The charming Magician, eh? Could you tell me where you got those Elixirs from?”

Greg Jensen thought to himself, as expected, and then chuckled, “I took out so many Elixirs all at once, and you still ask where they are from? That’s intentionally asking something you already know.”

Elder Sun, standing behind Curtis Milton, glared at Greg with an unhappy face and said coldly, “The True Disciple is asking you a question. Just answer it directly, why the unnecessary talk?”

Greg Jensen’s gaze turned cold as he looked up at him and said indifferently, “The master hasn’t said anything yet, why is the dog barking so fiercely?”

Elder Sun’s face turned iron blue, and he exclaimed angrily, “Are you f*****g courting death?”

“Elder Sun.”

Curtis Milton casually called out, and Elder Sun immediately shut his mouth, still glaring angrily at Greg Jensen.

Though he was a visiting elder of Healington, his status within the valley was very high, and apart from True Disciples, who didn’t treat him with courtesy?

Moreover, out of respect for Healington’s reputation, outsiders usually gave him some face.

And this kid dared to insult him as a dog?

Had Curtis Milton not been there, he would have torn the other person to shreds.

The reception room fell into silence.

Greg Jensen, as if nothing had happened, casually picked up the teacup and took a sip.

The leisurely attitude made Elder Sun even more furious.

After contemplating for a moment, Curtis Milton asked, “Are you suggesting that these Elixirs were provided by your Sect?”

Greg Jensen smiled and said, “You see, you’ve already guessed it, so why ask me?”

Curtis Milton’s gaze sharpened. Even though he had expected it, the confirmation of his guess still cast a serious look upon his face.

If Greg Jensen was just an individual, or had a small family behind him, they could take or dispose of him at will.

But if he had a Sect behind him, the matter would need to be handled with caution.