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Chapter 60 - 60 A Smart Man Does Not Suffer in Front of His Eyes_1
Chapter 60 - 60 A Smart Man Does Not Suffer in Front of His Eyes_1
Chapter 60: Chapter 60 A Smart Man Does Not Suffer in Front of His Eyes_1
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The clouds of dust and smoke had dissipated, leaving a thick layer of powdery plant ash covering the ground.
Five sturdy oxen pulled the iron ploughs, etching furrows into the fallow land.
Nearly a hundred villagers followed with tools in hand, breaking apart the clods of overturned earth and burying the ash on the surface into the soil.
The expanse of wasteland was vast, at least fifty or sixty acres in size; it took the group of nearly a hundred people a full day to completely turn over the soil.
Next, they had to wait for a heavy rain to thoroughly soak the earth before seeding could begin.
After coordinating with Chestor Ware, Greg Jensen made a call to Boss Liu and asked him to drive to Chestor’s company to pick up the seeds.
It was as if Boss Liu had returned to his younger years, brimming with energy, running around tirelessly all day long.
He even set aside his newly found mistress, devoting himself entirely to the work of cultivating medicinal herbs.
Meanwhile, Brandon Brent wasn’t idle either.
He went directly to Arthur Corl, demanding compensation for Uncle Er and the others’ medical expenses as well as for the damaged crops.
Arthur Corl frowned unhappily, saying, “Brandon, that’s not what you said at
the time.
You said that as long as your problem was resolved, I could do whatever I wanted afterward, didn’t you?”
“Who are you to question how I handle my affairs? 1 don’t owe you any
explanations.”
Brandon Brent replied coldly, “Stop the development of Peach Blossom
Mountain immediately, and compensate the villagers. Do you understand?”
Arthur’s face changed slightly as he said in a serious tone, “Brandon, you’re not handling this in a proper manner.”
“To hell with proper! You’re offering only three hundred yuan per mu of land.
Why don’t you just rob them?”
Brandon Brent angrily said, “Compensate them right now, or you’re not
walking out of here today.”
Before his voice had even faded, several burly bodyguards walked over, their menacing gaze causing Arthur to turn pale.
Seeing this, Arthur’s face immediately turned white, and he quickly said with an appeasing smile, “Brandon, don’t be hasty. I didn’t say I wouldn’t compensate. Can’t you give me a little time?”
“To hell with giving you time. Transfer the money to my account now. I’ll pay
the villagers.”
“This…”
Brandon Brent glared and said coldly, “Is there a problem?”
“No… no problem.”
A wise man does not fight when the odds are against him.
Despite feeling choked with frustration, Arthur reluctantly took out his phone and transferred one hundred thousand yuan to Brandon.
Brandon checked the balance on his bank card and looked up, asking, “A hundred thousand yuan is not too much to compensate for their medical expenses and young crops, is it?”
“Not at all, not at all.”
“Am I being fair in my dealings?”
Arthur’s lips quivered with anger, but he still nodded and said, “Yes, you’re the fairest, Brandon.”
“As long as I’m fair, that’s good. Just don’t go around saying I’m bullying you.” Brandon Brent scoffed, “If I weren’t worried about Mr. Jensen being unhappy, I would have beaten you already.
Taking away people’s land, what’s the difference between that and killing? Do you think what you’re doing is right?”
You’ve done worse in the past.
Arthur muttered to himself, but maintained a humbly smiling face and nodded repeatedly, saying:
“You’re absolutely right, Brandon. 1’11 definitely change my ways.”
“Rubbish.”
Brandon Brent glanced at him disdainfully and then left with his men.
The moment they were gone, Arthur’s expression turned cold. Staring in the direction Brandon had left, his eyes filled with malice: “Damn bastard, just you wait!”
Having said that, he took out his phone and made a call.
After a while, a somewhat deep voice answered the phone: “Arthur, what’s up?
Arthur spoke with a hint of trepidation, “Boss Kenny, it looks like the scenic project is going to fall through.”
As expected, the voice on the phone grew more serious and tinged with anger: “Didn’t I send you a bunch of guys the last time? You can’t even handle a few country bumpkins?”
Arthur Corl hurriedly said, “Mr. Walker, this really isn’t my fault. If it were just those bumpkins, I would have taken care of them long ago, but this time, it’s Micah Brent’s son, Brandon Brent.”
“Brandon Brent?”
The other end of the phone fell silent for a while before responding, “All right, don’t worry about this matter for now, wait for my news.”
“Okay, Mr. Walker.”
After hanging up the phone, Arthur Corl couldn’t help but sneer, “Inspector General, huh? We’ll take our time playing this game!”
in an office in Riverhaven County, Kenny Walker sat with a stern face, a hint of anger between his brows.
He had risen from the streets and after many years of struggle, he had no rivals in Riverhaven County.
Already tired from so many years in the underworld, he had started a company, planning to launder all the money he had earned over the years.
Initially, he had set his sights on the medicinal herbs business, but Chestor
Ware was too rigid and simply did not give him an opportunity to get involved.
Later, he thought of creating a tourist attraction, only to have Brandon Brent intervene.
“Is Micah Brent trying to make money again?”
Kenny Walker didn’t take it seriously and immediately called Micah Brent.
However, Micah Brent, who used to be reasonable, this time refused without any hesitation, and his tone was very firm.
Kenny Walker was so angry that he threw his cell phone away.
“Damn it, refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit!”
At the Ware Family home in Riverhaven County.
After finishing up at the company, Chestor Ware took a car back home.
He entered the living room and with a smile asked the approaching Lan Sister, “What delicious food have you made for tonight?”
“Chive scrambled eggs, candied sweet potatoes, Coca-Cola chicken wings…
As Lan Sister helped him change his shoes, she listed several home-cooked dishes.
Chestor Ware was taken aback and laughed, “Why is it all Taylor’s favorite food?”
“Taylor is back.”
“So early?”
Lan Sister’s face brightened with a smile as she nudged her mouth in a direction.
Following her gaze, Chestor Ware saw his daughter, Taylor Ware, lounging on the sofa, playing a game on her phone.
He smiled and said, “Then let’s hurry up and eat. Taylor must be starving.” “Mm-hmm, everything’s ready; you just need to wash your hands before we eat.”
“Okay.”
Taylor often stayed out all night, and Chestor Ware, pleased with her early return, quickly washed his hands and entered the dining room.
Father and daughter took their seats at the table, and Lan Sister brought out the food.
Chestor Ware laughed, “Taylor, Lan Sister has made so much of your favorite food, you’ll have to eat a lot today.”
Lan Sister also chimed in, “Yes, Taylor, eat more, look how thin you’ve gotten.”
“Thank you, Lan Sister.”
Taylor Ware was reasonably friendly towards Lan Sister, but she wasn’t nearly as pleasant towards Chestor Ware.
She took a bite of the egg custard and asked nonchalantly, “Lan Sister, did we have a visitor a few days ago?”
“A few days ago…”
Lan Sister hesitated, then smiled and said, “Yes, a young man came by. He was here to treat your father.”
“So young and he can treat illnesses? Wasn’t he a fraud?” Taylor Ware frowned. “Ha, you don’t know, Miss. Mr. Jensen may be young, but his medical skills are really impressive. He cured something that no one else could detect,” Lan Sister explained.
Chestor Ware laughed and then, as if remembering something, asked, “You’ve met Mr.. Jensen?”