Chapter 120

In no time, the three old geezers started arguing right in front of Ye Chenjing, the scene even more chaotic than before.

Little Chen, who was guarding outside the tea room, heard the commotion inside, frightened he pried open a crack in the door, not for any other reason but just to see if General Manager Ye might be in danger, the commotion was truly terrifying.

Who would have thought, in the crack of the door the three old geezers were tangled together, the sole woman not yielding an inch, her fighting power astonishing.

Fang Fang, relying on her feisty nature, scratched and pulled at Yang Zhong and Zhu Zhen Guo's hair, showing no mercy.

Unfortunately, the two old men, desperate to snag a bit more medicinal materials, had fought so hard their faces were scratched, the few remaining hairs about to be ripped out, yet they refused to let go.

"Old woman! Don't think we won't hit you just because you're female — I tell you, this thousand-year ginseng, our Herbal Medicine Association is taking it!" Yang Zhong spoke righteously, refusing to yield.

Seeing no way out, Fang Fang pulled out her trump card—crying, making a scene, and threatening to hang herself.

Fang Fang in her long cheongsam could no longer worry about saving face; she slumped sideways, let out an 'aiyo,' collapsed to the ground, clutching her chest and wailing in pain.

"You even hit this old woman — are you still men? My heart…"

Yang Zhong, being upright and kind-hearted, truly feared he might have accidentally hurt Fang Fang in the scuffle, and hurried over to check on her.

Seeing this, Zhu Zhen Guo narrowed his old eyes, then also slumped sideways and fell.

"Aiyo, my skullcap, my skull, Fang family head, you hit too hard — my old bones are about to fall apart, aiyo aiyo, President of the Herbal Medicine Association, quickly call an ambulance, I can't take it!"

Yang Zhong took a glance, realized his old subordinate was truly competent at his job—not only had he warned him that Fang Fang was pulling a scam, but he had even joined in the act.

Yang Zhong shifted his eyes, seeing the two already down on either side, adding himself made no difference, so he likewise let out an 'aiyo' and collapsed.

In an instant, what should have been an elegant little house for refined tea tasting turned into a place even more chaotic than a market.

Ye Chenjing held his forehead, his brow twitching.

If it weren't for his respect for these three's great contributions to society, he really wanted to punch each of them out.

——

Lin Meng absorbed the last wisp of the Yellow Dragon Pill's spiritual energy, slowly opening her eyes.

Sunlight poured down from the light well, Lin Meng's heart stirred, and she quickly picked up her phone to check.

She had entered meditation, and from nightfall she sat straight through to the next day's midday?

No wonder, for cultivators, time passes like a snap of the fingers.

Lin Meng originally only intended to cultivate for an hour or two then go to sleep, but who knew, when she came to, it was already the next day.

She quickly sensed her cultivation, finding that although her level remained at the first layer of Qi Refining, the spiritual power within her had become much richer.

After thinking, Lin Meng clenched her fist and threw a fierce punch forward.

Though a novice at punching, her punch actually generated a gust, that intangible sense of power leaving Lin Meng thrilled.

From then on, she was no longer a weak woman incapable of even trussing a chicken.

This punch could at least shatter a row of teeth!

After loosening her muscles and bones, she felt only a bit hungry, with no fatigue whatsoever—in fact, she felt energized; Lin Meng thus decided not to catch up on sleep, heading straight to the garage to get ready to drive out for a bite.

The big G slowly drove out, but Lin Meng saw an old-model black sedan parked at the gate of Ye Chenjing's neighbor.

This car is quite old; at a glance it's not something Ye Chenjing would drive—does he have visitors?

Lin Meng only casually guessed, not intending to meddle in Ye Chenjing's affairs.

But soon she saw a group emerge from Ye Chenjing's house, one of whom she recognized—none other than Zhu Zhen Guo, president of the Herbal Medicine Association.

The two other elders she had never seen, but from their demeanor and attire she could tell their status was no lower than Zhu Zhen Guo's.

After thinking, Lin Meng didn't rush off; instead she sat in the car and carefully observed the situation over there.

She guessed these must be the people coming to purchase medicinal materials this time; Ye Chenjing always works efficiently, having just handed over the medicinal materials to him last night, and today he already arranged a trading meeting.

Suddenly Lin Meng noticed the three elders seemed off—why did their faces bear marks?

Moreover, upon closer look, although they had tidied up, one could still see their clothes were somewhat wrinkled and their hair a bit disheveled.

Even stranger, their complexions all looked poor, their expressions grim one after another, as if someone owed them money and hadn't paid.

What's going on?

At that moment Ye Chenjing strolled out, still aloof and detached as ever; although his face now bore a hint of intriguing impatience, standing there he remained lofty and inviolable.

Ye Chenjing spoke in a somewhat cold tone to the three elders:

"Seniors, please go back for now; I have other matters to attend to, so I won't see you out."

This was a dismissal order; Zhu Zhen Guo had already dealt with Ye Chenjing once, knew something of his temperament, and hurriedly urged Yang Zhong to leave temporarily.

Fang Fang seemed unwilling, yet helpless; she had already made plans in her heart.

This time going back, she would immediately go see Ye Xiangrong!

The three got in the car and left; Ye Chenjing, with his long legs, was about to head back inside when he spotted Lin Meng's car, and without hesitation walked over to her.

Lin Meng got out of the car and waved at him, thinking that a big sum of money was about to come in, making her smile at him all the more genuine.

"General Manager Ye, you've worked hard—have you eaten? If not, let's go out and grab a bite together."

Ye Chenjing apparently had little appetite; of course he would have liked to share a proper meal with Lin Meng, but he indeed still had important matters to handle this afternoon.

Being able to carve out half a day for Lin Meng's affairs was already an exception for him as the head of this conglomerate.

He shook his head and said:

"No need for the meal—did you just see those three?"

Lin Meng nodded, chuckling: 'I know Zhu Zhen Guo; who are the other two?'

Ye Chenjing: "The old man is the president of the Herbal Medicine Association, named Yang Zhong; the old woman is the head of the Fang family of traditional Chinese medicine, Fang Fang, also a renowned divine doctor in the field."

Upon hearing this, Lin Meng's eyes lit up—what a find, even the president of the Herbal Medicine Association had come in person.

And that Lady Fang Fang, it turns out she's a famed divine doctor and the head of the Fang family of TCM—sounds like a reclusive clan, all big shots.

Looks like this batch of medicinal materials will fetch a good price again.

Just as Lin Meng couldn't contain her excitement, Ye Chenjing poured a bucket of cold water on her.

"The medicinal materials haven't been sold yet."

Lin Meng froze, as if she heard the sound of her heart breaking.

"Why?"

"They've started fighting."

"They… they started fighting? Those three old-timers?"

Having gotten Ye Chenjing's affirmative answer, Lin Meng couldn't help twitching the corner of her mouth, already picturing the three old-timers beating each other up.

No wonder she had noticed something off about those three earlier; they really did come to blows.

Ye Chenjing thought for a moment and said:

The Fang Family head refused to yield, firmly stating that the thousand-year-old ginseng must be sold to the Fang Family, while Yang Chairman also wouldn't back down, so the two sides have temporarily failed to reach an agreement.

Lin Meng heard this and was secretly startled.

What? Thousand-year-old ginseng? No wonder those three old-timers were fighting so fiercely.

It's her fault for not paying attention to the specifics of this batch of Medicinal Materials; somehow a thousand-year-old ginseng got mixed in.