John had no interest in the farm owner's values.
They turned the conversation back to business competition—the protein food factory was sure to retaliate against the farm owner.
Violence was bound to happen.
Racing cars block distributors, robbing raw materials for fresh food, setting up ambushes on roads in and out of the city, even vandalizing and looting new shops...
"I've told you, John, if you encounter a similar situation and lend a hand, I guarantee that Radiant Dust Farm's rewards and support will arrive before the enemy's retaliation."
The farm owner puffed on a cigar, eyes sharp like a hawk's.
"If you don't want cash, I'll accumulate contribution points for you, which could be exchanged for gourmet food in the past, although you sure don't need it now that you've opened your own shop..."
"Haha."
John smiled, playing with the whiskey glass.
"Let me guess, if we have a good enough relationship, you'll assign me more professional jobs with more generous rewards."
