The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Chapter 132: Chapter 132 A Happy Gathering for Guests and Hosts_1

Greg Jensen stared blankly for a long while before finally picking it up with two fingers and tossing it on the bed.

Having done all this, he breathed a sigh of relief and began to take a shower.

Meanwhile, Lois Abbott stopped in her tracks after dashing out of the break room, muttering, “Oops, I left that thing inside.”

Turning her head back toward the closed door of the break room, a sly smile suddenly appeared on her lips, “My brother wouldn’t use my thing for naughty purposes, would he?”

Images of a sturdy six-pack abs involuntarily came to her mind, turning her

cute little face red again.

“He wouldn’t, would he? My brother is such an upright person…”

Lois chuckled and skipped out of the office.

“Lois, why are you running?”

Lois Abbott approached from a distance and called out to her sister, asking,

“Have you seen Greg Jensen?”

“Air, I… I’ve seen him.”

“Did something happen?”

Hearing her sister mention him, Lois’s face immediately turned sour as she pouted, “Hmph, that stinky brother-in-law, he actually said I’m small!”

“Er, you are quite small indeed.”

“Say that again!”

Lois bared her teeth, making a fierce face.

Lois Abbott quickly surrendered, laughing, “Not small, you’ve got the size of a small steamed bun now.”

“You…”

Before Lois could get angry, Lois Abbott was already laughing her way back to

her own office.

Lois looked down at herself and nearly burst into tears of self-pity, murmuring, “It’s not my fault, though.”

After Greg Jensen had changed his clothes, it wasn’t long before Chestor Ware arrived as promised with Sister Lan.

The two sat in private room 888, discussing the feasibility of growing medicinal herbs in winter.

Greg Jensen outlined his plan, of course omitting details about the Small Cloud Rain Skill.

Chestor Ware still felt it was unreliable, but at this point, he had no other

options and had to place his hopes on Greg Jensen.

After pondering for a moment, he proposed, “How about this, let’s set up a new medicinal herb processing factory together, specifically to supply the Xihng pharmaceutical subspecialty.”

Greg Jensen was moved, yet somewhat helpless, and he said with a wry smile, “Chestor, I don’t have that much money to build a factory right now.”

“No worries, I’ll invest in the factory, and you just need to handle the supply of raw materials.”

Chestor Ware smiled, “Of course, the raw material supply is your own business, no skimping on the price, and I ll give you a 40% share in the processing plant.”

“That doesn’t seem right.”

It was untrue to say he wasn’t tempted. Earning a sum from growing medicinal herbs and then another from initial processing-how could Greg Jensen not be moved by such a good deal?

In fact, even if Chestor Ware didn’t offer him any shares, Greg Jensen would

still have to sell his medicinal herbs to him.

In other words, Chestor Ware was practically giving money to Greg Jensen.

So, to accept a 40% share for nothing truly made Greg Jensen feel a bit embarrassed.

Chestor Ware saw his hesitation and couldn’t help but laugh, “Brother Greg, don’t be so polite with me. You saved my life; do we really need to be so formal with each other?”

“This…”

“No more of this, it’s settled.”

Chestor Ware laughed, “You just work on that greenhouse; getting the medicinal herbs grown quickly is all that matters.

“Alright, then it’s settled,” Greg Jensen said with a smile, clearly happy.

One transaction, two profits- this deal was too worthwhile.

He planned to return to Peach Blossom Village in a few days to see how much wasteland was still available, then lease it all and plant it with medicinal herbs.

A single year of farming fifty to sixty acres could earn four to five million; if another fifty to sixty acres were contracted, annual income could approach ten million.

Plus the profits from the medicinal herb processing factory, an annual income of ten million was no problem at all.

Cultivating medicinal herbs, running a fruit and vegetable supermarket, and managing a vegetable base had squandered the modest sum he had earned from treating diseases.

His supply of Blood Qi Pills had long since run out, yet he had no money to buy more.

Once the processing factory and the medicinal herb greenhouses were sorted out, he wouldn’t have to worry about running out of Blood Qi Pills anymore.

If he had enough Blood Qi Pills, he might have already reached the fourth level of Qi Refinement by now. Why waste so much time?

Through the period of Dual Cultivation, he had been getting closer and closer to the fourth level of Qi Refinement and his need for Blood Qi Pills had been increasing.

With cultivation, if you don’t advance, you recede, and the further you get, the harder it becomes. Only with the aid of Blood Qi Pills can you break through faster.

The two of them chatted for a while until Jackson Olson arrived.

Seeing that the boss, Chestor Ware, was also there, he felt that this meal was well worth it.

Even though Jackson Olson was the general manager of the processing factory, Chestor Ware had been increasingly reclusive lately; dreaming of dining and chatting with him was pure folly.

Therefore, having this chance to talk was exceedingly rare.

The meal itself was meant to strengthen relationships and to express gratitude to Chestor Ware, so Greg Jensen hadn’t invited anyone else.

The three of them ate and talked, the atmosphere very harmonious.

Jackson Olson was understanding too, assuring on the spot that there wouldn’t be any trouble at Greg Jensen’s herb processing factory.

Chestor Ware also smiled and praised Jackson Olson a few times, exciting him so much he almost stood up to bow his thanks.

After the meal, the two men went their separate ways, and Greg Jensen returned home with the Abbott sisters.

As soon as they entered the house, Lois Abbott asked, “Brother-in-law, where are we going to play tomorrow?”

“Eh? What do you mean ‘where are we going to play’?” Greg Jensen responded, bemused.

“Hmph, didn’t you say you were going to take us out to celebrate tomorrow?

With her hands on her hips and her brows furrowed, Lois Abbott stared at Greg Jensen and said, “And you haven’t given me the present you promised either!” “I said we’d celebrate, but 1 didn’t say we were going out to play.”

Greg Jensen said with a resigned laugh, “I have a gift for you, how about we go buy it tomorrow?”

“No good, we need to go out and play. Being cooped up at home all day, I’m almost bored to death.”

“You bored? You roam around everywhere in Dad’s car every day.”

Lois Abbott reached out to tap her younger sister’s head lightly. “Don’t bother your brother-in-law, he’s had a drink. Let him sleep.

“Sigh, alright then.”

Lois Abbott sighed and returned to her own room.

As he watched her dejected back, Greg Jensen gave a wry smile and turned to Lois Abbott, saying, “Why don’t we just take her out to play for a couple of days?”

“Um, that’s fine. There isn’t much going on at the store recently anyway.”

Lois Abbott asked, “Where shall we go? It’s autumn already, and it’s going to be cold soon; we won’t be able to go to the beach.”

“Let’s go to the hot springs in Singleton City then. There are lots of hot spring resorts there. We can hike during the day and soak in the hot springs at night.

“Great idea.”

Lois Abbott’s eyes lit up, and she smiled, saying, “Come to think of it, it’s been so long since I last went. The last time was when I was a kid and Dad took me.” “Haha, then this time I’ll take you.”

“Hey, you’re taking advantage of me again.”

Lois Abbott made a face and started pinching Greg Jensen as he chased after her.

Greg Jensen laughed out loudly and quickly retreated to his room.

As the door closed, the atmosphere took an immediate turn; Lois Abbott, who had just been like a fierce lioness, instantly transformed into a docile hobbyhorse.

in the next room, Lois Abbott’s sister heard the noise from next door and couldn’t help but let her imagination run wild. She huffed, “Stinky brother-in-law, not playing with me.. I’ll never like you again!”