Parents Are Shocked at the Price

Chapter 16

"Yes, Mr. Greenfield, although it has just been investigated, this problem does look problematic, and we were lucky to find out earlier due to Mr. Greenfield's keen eye."

"Ah, no-no, Mr. Greenthumb, I was just speaking casually."

"Hahahahaha, Mr. Greenfield is great, casually being able to notice those issues in such a short time!"

Alex, upon hearing this, chose not to respond.

Meanwhile, Martin felt delighted with the person in front of him. He never thought that this man, who looked like a gangster at first glance, was such a meticulous and capable farmer. When he first heard Alex's explanation, Martin had already confirmed the problems, and indeed, they found several things wrong. Martin was naturally happy because this had saved them from many issues, not only on their property but also in other areas.

"Oh yes, because Mr. Greenfield has helped us a lot, I am here on behalf of the station to give a gift by reducing half of the previous charges."

Alex was slightly dumbfounded upon hearing this. Was the 10,000 dollars being returned to him?

Though he wanted to immediately accept, Alex thought he should at least refuse first.

"Ah, this is too kind, Mr. Greenthumb, I won't accept it. I just pointed out the issues casually."

"No-no, Mr. Greenfield, I insist. After all, we accept fines from the wrongdoers who violate the rules, so we have nothing to lose."

Alex still pretended to hesitate. "But my Lord Greenthumb, I was merely making casual observations..."

"It's okay, we are happy to give Mr. Greenfield this reward."

Seeing the other party's insistence, Alex feigned reluctance as he accepted their gesture. With this, his account balance increased by 10,000 dollars, which naturally made him want to scream with joy. Who would have thought that his casual words could bring money to his doorstep?

Despite his excitement, Alex managed to maintain a straight face.

After a while, twenty tons of fertilizer were placed in the farm's not-too-large shed.

"Okay, Mr. Greenfield, everything is finished, and I will take my leave first."

"Ah, why is Mr. Greenthumb in such a hurry? Wouldn't it be better if you had a simple dinner at my house?"

"No-no, there are still things to take care of at the station."

"Oh, then, MR. Greenthumb, be careful on your way home."

"Yes-yes, thank you, Mr. Greenfield."

"Thank you too, Mr. Greenfield."

With this, the big truck left, and Alex smiled happily. If no one had collected the debt beforehand, this would probably have been the happiest day since Alex crossed over.

In a good mood, Alex came down from the farm mountain and headed home. As Alex entered the house beaming, he found his mother's angry face.

"Hey, you, Russell, you unfilial child!"

Then Greenfield's mother beat the big and burly Alex with a broom.

"Ah-ah, it hurts, mother!" Alex winced, even though he didn't feel anything.

"Good for nothing, son! Just being back for a few days and you're already causing trouble!!"

"Ouch-ouch, it hurts!" Alex continued to pretend.

"Come on, let's get ready for dinner," said Greenfield's father, stopping his wife.

After that, his mother no longer hit him and snorted at Alex coldly.

Alex, now free from the blows, went to take a shower. Even though Alex didn't know why his parents had come to his house, he at least guessed a thing or two.

After a while, the extended family finally had a multi-course dinner that Alex brought home. His mother's face was still wrinkled from earlier.

"Is your debt $2 million? Are there any other debts?" asked Dad while eating.

Alex, upon hearing this, didn't know what to answer at all. If he says only 2 million, what if more debts come up later? He also previously thought that his debt was only up to 1.8 million dollars until those people came earlier.

With this, Alex answered doubtfully. "Yeah, just this…"

Greenfield's father, who heard this, nodded.

"Then, selling vegetables at sky-high prices is true?" asked Greenfield's father, a little curious.

"Yes, Father, I sold them at that price," replied Alex naturally.

"How much do you sell 3000 pounds of vegetables for?"

"At least 100,000 dollars," replied Alex directly.

Hearing this, the people around were shocked.

"Really, brother? Why did you only sell 100,000 dollars' worth of vegetables when you sold almost all the vegetables you had?" Rose asked.

When hearing this, Greenfield's father and mother nodded. Yes, they did sell 60,000 pounds of hard-earned vegetables for just over 100,000 dollars, yet their son casually sold 3000 pounds of vegetables for the same amount.

"I found a profitable at the border, and that's why I can price the vegetables higher. This advantage of mine is also very useful when I have my farm, and therefore, I am very optimistic about farming even though I am in debt," explained Alex.

"Just imagine, with 10 hectares of land yielding 7000 pounds of fruit per hectare, and each pound of fruit priced at 50 to 100 dollars. Won't I be rich overnight?"

Hearing this, everyone took another sip. These numbers were already giving everyone a headache.

"Do you believe that the things you sell can be that expensive? Is there anyone who would buy them?"

"Of course, it's true. Even though we in the village think 100 dollars for fruit is expensive, in the city, there is no shortage of rich people. Just imagine, eating a steak for one meal can cost up to thousands of dollars!"

Again, the people around were horrified to hear that one meal could cost thousands of dollars. Now, Greenfield's mom and dad were afraid to go to town because they might mistakenly walk into an expensive restaurant and couldn't pay.

With this, the family ate comfortably before finally, the father, mother, and siblings returned to their homes. Alex helped his wife and son pack.

After that, Alex had his own free time.

Since Father already knew that Alex could sell vegetables at a high price, he gave Alex the same amount of vegetables as before. After being paid a small bonus, Alex stored them in the farm shed like the night before while putting every vegetable in the space ring.

Alex carried out his previous practice of soaking vegetables in the dew of life. After that, he went home to continue his plan.

As Alex was walking home, he was slightly reminded of today's incident. Somehow, the arrival of these debt collectors seemed very coincidental. After some thought, he finally remembered. The person who exposed him before was probably the informant who tipped off the debt collectors. It seemed that even though he had returned to his hometown to move on with life, these people were still after him.

Thinking this way, Alex could only promise to himself that he wouldn't let these people go once he had a stable footing in this world.

…

In an elite housing complex, a middle-aged man looks exhausted as he gets out of his luxury car.

"Ahhh, there's been a lot of trouble in the company lately…" said the figure weakly.

He then went up and entered his house, only to find a delicious smell wafting through the air.

"What's this smell? Is there still food being cooked?" asked the confused figure.

He then walked toward the source of the odor. After a while, he found the dining table full of simple home-cooked food, and his wife was busy in the kitchen.

Hearing her husband's footsteps, the wife turned to greet him.

"Honey, what am I cooking? Why does it smell so good? I think my cooking skills have improved!" she said, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"Improved? Well, that's great! It means I get to enjoy even better meals," the husband replied.

"No, it's not like that. I just used better ingredients this time," the wife explained.

"Better ingredients? What do you mean?" The man looked intrigued.

"Well, the ingredients are better, but they come at a cost. Even tomatoes are priced at 20 dollars per pound!" the wife said with a slightly bitter smile.

"Really? That expensive?" The man was surprised to hear about the high prices.

"Yes, you can ask other women in the complex. Some of them are buying it at the same price!" the wife added.

"Alright then, finish it soon, I can't wait to try how good a tomato at this price tastes!" the husband said eagerly.

"Sure, just wait a moment," the wife replied, hurrying to finish cooking while her husband took a bath.

After a while, the dishes were ready, and the man finished bathing.

Seeing the dishes on the table, both the husband and wife felt their mouths watering, even though it was the same food they usually ate.

Impatient, the husband took the tomato and ate it. The taste was indescribably delightful, making him mutter in satisfaction.

"Hmmmm, this is delicious."

"Really?" the wife asked in disbelief.

With excitement, the wife also tried the tomato, and her expression confirmed its wonderful taste.

"This is amazing! Too bad our little son isn't home; otherwise, he would enjoy it too."

"That's right, we should buy more of these vegetables, so our son can enjoy them too," the husband agreed.

"Yes, and we don't have to worry about him being spoiled by his grandmother and eating whatever he wants," the wife added with a hint of annoyance.

"Hahaha, let's continue eating," the husband suggested, and they both enjoyed their meal happily.

Similar scenes of delight were seen in other households in the complex.

…

In a classy area with slightly dim lighting and elegant gold decorations, a young man was looking at the crowd with a complicated expression. He repeatedly looked at the file in his hands and the people in front of him.

"Huh, it seems I've lost…" said the figure helplessly.

Even though the steakhouse was bustling with activity, this person felt like a loser. Despite being right in his gamble, the vegetables sold by the "Gangstar" were indeed delicious and problem-free. The most impressive thing was that these vegetables had significantly higher nutrient content than normal ones.

But despite his correct prediction, he still lost money. He should have only paid 60,000 dollars for the vegetables, but instead, he paid 100,000 dollars.

"If only that weirdo hadn't badmouthed me, I definitely wouldn't have lost the money!"

Ethan even entertained the thought that the person who badmouthed the greengrocer was associated with him, but upon recalling the unusual phenomenon that followed, Ethan dismissed that idea.

However, the seller would have lost money if Ethan hadn't taken the gamble.

With this, Ethan remembered the greengrocer with confidence.

He took out his phone and performed a transaction.

…

Ring!

Alex, who was busy with glass, fire, and various materials, was interrupted by a notification on his cellphone.

Curious, he looked at his cell phone and found a money transfer message.

"Hahahah, my money finally came!"