The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

130  Chapter 130 West Ling Pharmaceutical Subsidiary_1

Greg Jensen smiled and ruffled her little head, saying, "Of course it's true. When have I ever lied to you?"

"Yay, big brother is the best, Mua..."

Snow's eyes immediately lit up with little stars as she hugged Greg's face and kissed him. She then lifted her head only to notice her sister watching her with a devilish grin.

Her little face turned red in an instant, and, as if spring-loaded, she blurted out, "I'm going to sleep in my room," and hurriedly left.

Greg, utterly baffled, turned his head and said awkwardly, "The child is just too happy..."

Seeing his nervousness, Lois Abbott chuckled and said, "I've told you, I don't mind."

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At that, Greg was completely stunned.

Aren't women supposed to be the most jealous?

Kiss her boyfriend in front of her, and she doesn't mind?

Greg was so perplexed that he didn't pursue the thought any further. He made an excuse to leave early, drove to the Ware Family, and planned to personally invite Chestor Ware for dinner.

Lan sister and Xiang sister-in-law both knew him, and since he had helped to clear their names last time, they eagerly welcomed him into the living room to sit down when he arrived.

Lan sister smiled and said, "Mr. Jensen, please wait a moment, the master is on the phone in the study."

Greg nodded and replied with a smile, "Alright, I'll just sit for a while. You can go about your business; don't worry about me."

"Please have a seat."

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"Mm."

Sipping tea alone in the living room, Greg then saw Chestor Ware walk out from the second-floor study.

He looked somewhat upset, but when he saw Greg, he managed to muster a faint smile.

"Younger brother Greg has come. Come on up."

"Alright."

Greg stood up, ascended to the second floor, and followed Chestor Ware into the study.

The study was filled with the heavy smell of smoke, and the ashtray was piled high with cigarette butts, next to which lay half a cigarette that hadn't been smoked completely.

Seeing Chestor Ware with a face full of worries, Greg couldn't help but ask, "Brother Ware, what's happened?"

Chestor Ware wearily said, "Alas, the city's Xiling Pharmaceuticals is planning to build a subsidiary factory to increase production capacity. People almost broke their heads fighting over the chance to be a supplier."

Greg, a bit puzzled, pressed on, "You've been doing this for so many years, didn't Xiling Pharmaceuticals reserve a spot for you?"

"Alas, they did give me one, but they're asking me to start supplying by springtime."

Chestor Ware said helplessly, "It's clearly making things difficult for me, as if they want me to voluntarily give up the supply qualification."

Hearing this, Greg suddenly smiled and asked, "Supply in the spring, so the price must be very high, right?"

"Of course it's high, but where to get the herbs in springtime? Unless you purchase the processed herbs from other provinces or cities.

Not to mention whether it's even possible to acquire them, the transportation costs and purchase prices would both sharply increase. Even though Xiling Pharmaceuticals increased their prices a bit, it's still not enough to cover the increased costs."

Chestor Ware sighed, "Even if I make money in the latter half of the next year, I'm afraid it'll just be to cover the losses of the first half. Making a profit is out of the question."

As he spoke, he suddenly froze because the smile on Greg's face was growing ever stronger.

A thought struck him, and he asked blankly, "Younger brother Greg, do you have a solution?"

"Haha, I do have a little idea."

Greg smiled and said, "Because I'm planning to grow medicinal herbs in a greenhouse."

Hearing the first part of the sentence, a light of hope lit up in Chestor Ware's eyes, but as he heard the rest, that light dimmed instantly.

He couldn't help but bitterly smile and say, "Brother Greg, I thought you had some great solution, but let's forget about using greenhouses for planting medicinal herbs.

In the past, it wasn't that no one tried this experiment, but in the end, without exception, they all failed. Not only did some people not make any money, but they ended up bankrupt."

"Haha, Brother Chestor, you don't have to worry about that, I have my ways."

Chestor Ware was stunned again, and then he shook his head and said, "Still, let's forget it. After these herbs are processed at the factory, they have to be tested. If they don't pass the test, they will still be rejected."

Greg Jensen's eyes lit up, and he exclaimed joyfully, "Really? Then our medicinal herbs should be much better than others."

"What do you mean?" Chestor Ware asked blankly.

"Of course, it's because Peach Blossom Village has excellent soil and water."

Greg Jensen couldn't explain the Small Cloud Rain Skill to Chestor Ware and only claimed that the soil and water in Peach Blossom Village were better, resulting in higher-quality medicinal herbs than other places.

He enthusiastically laughed and said, "Brother Chestor, I am a practitioner of Chinese medicine and am very knowledgeable about the nature of medicinal herbs. I can guarantee that the herbs produced in Peach Blossom Village will be far more effective than those from other areas."

"Really?"

Upon hearing this, Chestor Ware became excited, but then he felt slightly discouraged, "No matter how good the soil is, I'm afraid that greenhouse planting won't be feasible.

Planting medicinal herbs is not as simple as planting vegetables; just setting up a greenhouse probably won't be sufficient."

Greg Jensen laughed, "Haha, you don't have to worry about that problem. When the time comes, I'll have my ways to deal with it."

Chestor Ware instinctively asked, "What ways do you have?"

"Trade secret!" Greg Jensen laughed.

Chestor Ware was still somewhat skeptical, but seeing Greg Jensen's confident demeanor, hope couldn't help but rise in him.

After a moment of thought, he said, "Brother Greg, I won't be coy with you.

If you can really grow medicinal herbs in winter, I am willing to split the profits of the Riverhaven Factory with you, or you can directly take shares in my company."

"Haha, we'll talk about that later. Let me first grow the herbs," Greg replied.

"Alright, as long as you can do it, big brother definitely won't let you down!"

Greg Jensen smiled and said, "Your word is enough for me."

After their conversation, Chestor Ware also felt that there was great potential in this endeavor and relaxed a lot.

He smiled and asked, "What brings you here today?"

Greg Jensen smiled and said, "The batch of medicinal herbs I planted earlier sold, and I plan to invite you to dinner tonight. I've also invited Mr. Olson from the factory."

"That sounds great. I have no other plans for the evening."

Chestor Ware didn't stand on ceremony and immediately agreed.

He knew that Greg Jensen wanted to thank him, and he himself wanted to show his support for Greg in front of Jackson Olson, to let him know the relationship between himself and Greg.

In this way, in the future at the Riverhaven Factory, no one would dare to give Greg Jensen a hard time.

The two chatted in the study for a while, and then Greg Jensen got up to leave, heading to the Reverie Inn to prepare for tonight's meal.

Chestor Ware was the first benefactor Greg Jensen had encountered. Although Greg had helped him recover from his illness, the gift he received in return far exceeded its worth.

According to the normal cultivation method, this business of planting medicinal herbs could yield two seasons per year, easily making four or five million.

As the saying goes, the best gift is not as good as money, and money is not as good as a profitable business deal.

The business deal Chestor Ware offered was full of sincerity.

Greg Jensen was truly grateful from the bottom of his heart, so he planned to personally cook tonight, preparing two medicinal dishes to nourish qi and blood.