Chapter 376: Chapter 376 The Innocent Ceiling_1
After leaving the Peach Blossom Group, Greg Jensen drove alone to the provincial capital.
The martial arts exchange eting was in three days, and he had to visit the Simmons family in advance to get the invitation letter.
Greg had called Fraser Simmons before he departed, and when he arrived at the Simmons ho, all four mbers of the family were standing at the entrance to welco him.
Mick Simmons and Donald Simmons looked the sa as ever, while Fraser Simmons appeared ruddy and spirited, looking a hundred tis better than before.
Alia Simmons, however, wore a schoolgirl outfit, similar to JK style but not as revealing, displaying her twenty-year-old innocence to the fullest.
She was the kind of delicate and petite girl, yet paradoxically busty, contrasting sharply with her slim waist like willow branches, giving a strong sense of contrast.
Greg couldn’t help but be dazzled by her, thinking to himself that this was probably what they ant by “pure desire.”
Moreover, this young girl was particularly bold, facing Greg’s gaze, she blushed sowhat, but still deliberately pushed her chest out.
Fraser Simmons and Mick Simmons watched from the side, not stopping her; instead, they smiled approvingly.
“Did you get the invitation letter?”
“Yes, I got it.”
Mick Simmons regained his composure and picked up a box from the side, which contained a black ebony wood plaque with the character “Qin” engraved on it.
Besides, the plaque was carved with so intricate patterns around the edges, seemingly as an anti-counterfeiting asure.
Greg examined the plaque carefully and without looking up asked, “How many blood qi elixirs can you sell at the exchange eting?”
“That…”
When Mick Simmons heard his question, he beca sowhat hesitant.
Greg raised his head and said, “Didn’t I ask you to tally them up a few days ago?”
Mick Simmons forced a smile and said, “Mr. Jensen, it’s not that I didn’t tally them up, it’s just that… there’s no way to tally this thing.”
“No way to tally?”
“Yes.”
Mick Simmons said, “To be honest with you, these things will be priceless as soon as they appear.
If we price them at three million each as you suggested, they would probably be snatched up like mad.”
“Seems I thought too much.”
Greg pondered for a mont and said, “Then just casually refine so.”
“Alright, do we need to help you sell them on behalf of the Simmons family?” Mick Simmons asked.
Greg looked at him with a smile that was not quite a smile, then turned to look at Fraser Simmons.
Fraser Simmons’s face darkened with anger, and he scolded, “Fool, do you think that a family like ours can ddle with sothing like the blood qi elixir?”
Upon hearing this, Mick Simmons was startled, and cold sweat broke out instantly.
The blood qi elixir had good effects and wasn’t too expensive; it would surely cause a frenzy as soon as it appeared at the exchange eting.
But, there were only so many blood qi elixirs, and many people wouldn’t be able to purchase them.
Who would the Simmons family sell these elixirs to then, and who could they afford not to sell to?
Whichever choice they made, the Simmons family would offend people, and anyone who could afford a blood qi elixir was no ordinary person; simply bringing one up might be formidable.
But what if several factions were to trouble the Simmons family together?
Mick Simmons shivered and quickly said, “Mr. Jensen, I misspoke just now; please don’t take it to heart.”
“Haha, it’s fine.”
Greg smiled and said, “Actually, you all don’t need to worry too much about it; I’m not planning on making the blood qi elixir for the long term.”
Fraser Simmons and the others nodded, understanding.
Indeed, Greg wasn’t really short on money right now; rather than spending his days researching elixirs, it would be better to focus his ti on cultivation.
“Alright, find a quiet place for ; I want to refine so elixirs. Also, take this list and buy everything on it by tomorrow morning.”
“Yes, Mr. Jensen.”
Mick Simmons took the list, then arranged for a car to take Greg to a nearby villa.
By that afternoon, Mick Simmons had bought back all the required herbs for refining the blood qi elixirs, but it was Alia Simmons who delivered the herbs.
“Mr. Jensen, here are the dicinal ingredients you requested.”
Seeing Alia Simmons’s petite fra carrying two large bags, Greg Jensen quickly ran over to take them from her.
“Why didn’t your father co? He shouldn’t tire you out like this.”
Alia smiled upon hearing this, her eyes curving into crescents, “These bags aren’t heavy. Although I haven’t practiced the Martial Way, I’ve trained a bit in our Simmons family’s Cultivation Technique.”
Greg Jensen, holding the bags, felt that each must weigh at least fifty or sixty pounds. He casually said, “Haha, you’re pretty strong.”
“You flatter , Mr. Jensen.”
Alia smiled shyly, her cheeks rosy like ripe apples, unknowingly whetting Greg Jensen’s appetite.
“Alright, co on in.”
“Okay.”
Greg Jensen carried the bags inside while Alia followed closely behind.
The villa wasn’t very large, and for safety reasons, all the cleaning and security staff had been removed by Antonio Conner.
In the entire villa, there were only Greg Jensen and Alia Simmons.
Greg Jensen took the dicinal ingredients to the kitchen and began washing the dust off their surfaces.
Alia hesitated, “Mr. Jensen, my father said if you don’t mind, could I stay and help?”
“Sure, I’d really appreciate it,” Greg replied without a second thought.
Alia quickly ca over to help wash the ingredients, feeling the closeness of the masculine presence; she couldn’t help but turn her head and secretly glance at Greg Jensen.
Perhaps it was because of the attitude of her grandfather and father, but she always thought Greg Jensen was very stern, his air of authority intimidating and frightening.
However, up close, he also seed very ordinary, just like a handso, older boy next door.
Being near him she felt an all-encompassing warmth and an inexplicable sense of security.
Alia exhaled and a smile appeared on her lips.
The two of them were busy all morning and didn’t finish handling all the ingredients until it was ti for lunch.
“Mr. Jensen, let’s eat first,” Donald Simmons said, bringing in a pile of food containers, setting the al on the table, and inviting Greg Jensen to join.
There were more than a dozen dishes laid out in a row, each one brightly colored and richly fragrant, likely bought from a fancy hotel.
“Hmm, you’ve put in a lot of effort.”
“It’s not troubleso, it’s my duty.”
Greg Jensen nodded, washed his hands, then started eating.
Alia ate gracefully, occasionally looking at Greg with bright eyes.
Mick Simmons, watching, felt a stir in his heart, thoughtfully glancing at Greg and his daughter before continuing to eat.
After eating, Mick Simmons called Alia out and asked, “Lia, how do you feel?”
“About what?”
Alia’s face turned redder, and she mumbled, looking down, “Really, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Mick Simmons laughed, “Lia, just think of it like getting a boyfriend. Don’t overthink it. Let tell you, a boyfriend like Mr. Jensen is hard to find.”
“Dad, you really are…”
Alia’s face beca even more flushed, her voice so low it was almost inaudible, “I would… but we can’t get married.”
Mick Simmons sighed and said with a bitter smile, “What if? We can only gamble. If we win, you’d have happiness, and our Simmons family would have a strong ally.
Even if you can’t get married, Mr. Jensen won’t leave you alone. Mr. Jensen is a man of honor… as long as… as long as there is so real progress between you…”
“Oh, I get it, I’ll see.”
Alia ran off with a red face.
Mick Simmons could only sigh helplessly.
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