Chapter - 143

Those people each carried a suitcase in their hands.

When one of them alighted, he accidentally fell down, and the suitcase broke open, scattering a pile of money from the lockbox.

The villagers’ eyes widened.

Money. It’s money in that box!

If there’s already so much money in one lockbox… how much money is in the ten lockboxes?

The villagers couldn’t do the math.

Zeke walked toward Xavier.

“Where are you going?” Douglas pulled him back.

“They’re my employees who came to see me,” Zeke said.

Douglas tittered. “I don’t remember you being such a show-off in prison.”

“You’ve changed.”

Sandra rolled her eyes at Zeke with unflagging patience. “Cut the crap. Do you think you can afford to mess with them?”

“If you drag us into this, I will not spare your life.”

The commotion attracted Xavier’s attention.

Upon noticing Zeke, Xavier’s eyes brightened as he trotted toward him, the row of men in black suits following closely behind.

The atmosphere crackled with tension.

Why is he walking toward them in such a flurry?

The villagers dared not make a sound at the other party’s imposing aura.

The most nervous party was Sandra’s family, as the other party seem to be coming at them.

Damn it. Did they come for trouble after hearing what Zeke said just now?

Xavier and his men stopped about one meter before Zeke, bowing with their bodies bent over.

“Greetings, sir.”

An uproar erupted in the crowd.

Douglas’ ex-convict friend is the boss of these big bosses!

My God! His employees came in helicopters with suitcases of money. Just how rich is this exconvict?

Who knew Douglas had such a powerful friend!

Douglas and his family stood, transfixed.

Zeke Williams is just an ex-convict who served in prison with Douglas for five years!

How… How is he so rich?

He’s too damn low key about his status!

Sandra was filled with regret when she recalled what had happened last night.

Damn it. Why didn’t I treat him a little better last night?Why didn’t I agree with Douglas to marry him?

Jayden is the one who’s unworthy to carry his sandals!

I blew my chance. There’s probably one hundred million there… No, tens of billions!

Zeke grunted in reply. He shoved Douglas’ hand away and walked toward the centre of the crowd.

He scanned around, radiating an awe-inspiring dignity and elegance.

Sandra stared at him with starry, infatuated eyes. It was then that she realized how handsome and charismatic he was.

Zeke took out the blade of Rhodiola Rosea from his pocket and showed it to the villagers.

“You guys should know what this is.”

“Yes, yes. We do,” the crowed chorused.

“That’s Rhodiola Rosea. It’s all over the field.”

“We feed it to the pigs.”

What?

Xavier’s mind turned abuzz with chaos.

A blade of Rhodiola Rosea can save the lives of dozens of soldiers once it’s turned into medicine.

It’s so precious; you can’t buy it with a thousand pieces of gold!

They actually feed it to the pigs?

What a reckless waste of God’s wonderful gifts. Xavier was tempted to strangle all these ignorant villagers.

Although a tempestuous storm had set off in his heart, Zeke remained calm on the surface.

“I need people to plant these grasses now. The minimum wage per person per month will be thirty thousand in the beginning. It will be fifty thousand or even a hundred thousand per month once you’ve mastered it. Who’s interested?”