The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

129  Chapter 129: It's Only a Brother if There's a Gift_1

Greg Jensen saw this and sneered, "Why not just check the surveillance to find out what really happened?" n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Exactly, you clearly took someone's money just now, helped them cut in line, I just asked a few questions, and you told me not to make deliveries anymore, even calling people to beat us up..."

Beating a dog when it's down, of course, didn't require Greg Jensen to take action himself; with just a couple of steps forward, Liu Laoda clarified the whole incident.

Learning that Zayne Harrison dared to incite workers to go against Greg Jensen, Jackson Olson was scared out of his wits.

He raised his hand and landed a slap on Zayne Harrison, almost sending him to the ground.

There was no need to investigate this matter, the dozen or so workers lying on the ground were proof enough.

Chetor Ware rarely meddled in company affairs, but now he was even willing to greet a supplier for Greg Jensen's sake, demonstrating Greg's significance.

Such a person warranted careful attendance even from him, the general manager, and yet Zayne Harrison, a mere warehouse supervisor, had the audacity to make things difficult for Greg Jensen.

Wasn't this like pushing him, the general manager, into the fire pit?

"Zayne Harrison, you're fired. Go to finance to collect your salary and get out immediately!"

"Ah, Mr. Olson, I made a mistake, please give me another chance."

Zayne Harrison's complexion went pale in an instant; he clung to Jackson Olson's legs, begging incessantly.

Jackson Olson kicked him away, angrily saying, "Get lost, give you another chance, and you could bring me down as the general manager.

Hurry up and get lost, or I'll call security!"

Seeing that pleading with Jackson Olson was useless, Zayne Harrison turned his attention to Greg Jensen, dropping to his knees to grasp at his pant leg.

Upon seeing this, Jackson Olson went up and gave him a kick, flipping him onto the ground, and bellowed, "Where's security? Are they all dead? Hurry up and throw this man out!"

"Mr. Olson, I was wrong, please spare me..."

A few security guards standing in the distance immediately ran over and dragged Zayne Harrison away.

Seeing that Zayne Harrison was indeed taken away, the delivery men were dumbfounded; they couldn't have anticipated such an outcome.

A delivery man, with just a few words, caused a warehouse supervisor to be fired from the factory.

Where was the sense in that?

Meanwhile, a feeling of unease couldn't help but arise in them.

They had just defended Zayne Harrison, and if Greg Jensen were to redirect his anger towards them, it was questionable whether they could keep their jobs.

However, what they didn't know was that Jackson Olson was the most panicked at the moment.

Although it was highly unlikely that Chetor Ware would fire him over this incident, who could say for certain when it came to such matters?

If he really did get fired over this, that would be a terrible injustice.

"Mr. Greg, look at this mess..."

"It's fine, the forest is big and houses all sorts of birds."

Greg Jensen's expression softened slightly, a smile emerging as he said, "Mr. Olson has grown the herb processing factory so large, it's normal to have one or two bad apples.

"Oh my, Mr. Greg, you flatter me too much."

Jackson Olson replied modestly, but couldn't help grinning, his worries completely dissipated.

He secretly gave Greg Jensen a thumbs-up.

He was truly someone personally looked after by the boss; his manner of speaking was indeed at a different level.

A casual compliment from Greg Jensen smoothly defused the current situation and served as a reminder that there might be more than one bad apple in the factory, suggesting that he should do a thorough check.

Even though it was a warning, it made Jackson Olson feel refreshed; far from any animosity, his heart was instead filled with gratitude.

After all, this was still a result of his inability to manage his subordinates properly. If Greg did speak to Chestor Ware about it, he couldn't find a single fault with it.

"Alright, let's not stand on ceremony, let's hurry up and unload the truck. I've got two more shipments waiting after this."

"Haha, sure thing, I'll have them start unloading right away."

Jackson Olson was in high spirits, personally instructing the workers to unload the goods, and then he called the off-duty warehouse manager to come over and oversee the work.

Seeing that the unloading had begun, Greg ceased his watch and followed Jackson back to the office for tea and conversation.

After a short wait, the goods were finally all accounted for, and the finance staff came in with the bills, placing them in front of Jackson.

Jackson looked at them and chuckled, "The medicinal ingredients delivered this time are worth a total of 2.3 million. I'll have finance transfer the payment to you right away."

"Haha, thank you very much, Mr. Olson."

Greg knew that for a transaction this large, the payment would normally be delayed for about a month, and when it would be completed was entirely up to Jackson.

He quickly thanked the other party, accepting this favor from him.

Jackson laughed and said, "It's nothing big, we're friends after all. Why be so formal?"

Greg smiled, "Then let's have dinner together this evening, friends should spend more time together, right?"

Jackson's eyes instantly lit up as he smiled, "Mr. Jensen makes a good point. This evening, I'll be the host, and I insist that Mr. Jensen graces us with his presence."

Although Greg was just a small-time supplier, the boss Chestor Ware had personally recommended him, which made his status quite different.

Such a person was usually hard to invite, so how could Jackson refuse?

With Jackson personally overseeing the matter, the payment arrived in the account that very afternoon.

Lois Abbott was stunned when she heard that Greg had earned more than two million in three months; she was completely dumbfounded.

She couldn't help but ask, "Is growing medicinal ingredients really that profitable?"

"Of course, otherwise why would Chestor become the richest man in Riverhaven County?"

Greg smiled, continuing, "Actually, it's because Chestor offered a very high price, otherwise those medicinal ingredients could at most sell for 1.8 million."

Lois said, "That's not little either, that's equivalent to 600,000 a month."

"Haha, that's why I'm planning to continue to expand the planted area and keep growing medicinal ingredients this winter."

"You can grow medicinal ingredients in winter, too?"

Greg pondered for a moment before saying, "Growing medicinal ingredients in winter is indeed a bit challenging, but it's not impossible."

Medicinal ingredients not only require specific temperatures and climate, but also have high demands on humidity and light exposure. Even with greenhouses, growing them in winter might seem like a fool's dream.

Fortunately, Greg had the aid of the Small Cloud Rain Skill and wasn't worried about this issue.

"Brother, now that you've made so much money, shouldn't we celebrate a bit?"

Lois Abbott's sister twinkled her large eyes mischievously and said, "Of course, if you could buy me a little gift, that would be even better."

Greg laughed, "Haha, I can't today; I've arranged to have dinner with Mr. Olson tonight and see if we can invite Chestor over as well."

Upon hearing his words, Lois's sister's mouth immediately turned down in disappointment as she huffed, "Hmph, my brother-in-law is no fun at all, I'm going back to my room to sleep."

Lois scolded with a laugh, "Hey, you girl, when you want a gift, you call him 'brother,' and without a gift, it's 'brother-in-law'?"

Her sister huffed, "It's because my stinky brother-in-law won't take me to celebrate or buy me a gift."

Greg said with a smile, "Don't be anxious, we'll go celebrate tomorrow and then I'll buy you a gift, okay?"

"Really?"