The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Chapter 52: Offering You a Business Opportunity !

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Greg Jensen glanced at Sister Lan and said, “The problem lies with the ginseng paste, and as to how it came about, only you can investigate that yourself.” “Understood.”

Upon learning that it wasn’t an inside job, Chester Ware appeared very excited. He took Greg Jensen back to the study and laughed,

“I knew it! There’s no way Sister Lan and the others would betray me.”

Greg Jensen smiled but said nothing.

In fact, Sister Lan and the others were still under suspicion, but the current leading theory was that someone knew the Ware Family wanted to buy ginseng paste, so they poisoned it.

As for who exactly did the poisoning, Greg Jensen did not want to get involved.

Chestor Ware seemed to understand this too and did not say much else. He took out a bank card from his bag and placed it in front of Greg Jensen.

“Mr. Jensen, there is one million here, and the PIN is six ones. Please accept it.”

“This… Isn’t this too much?”

After prescribing a remedy for Chestor Ware last time, Greg Jensen knew that the latter would definitely offer him compensation, but he hadn’t expected it to be this much.

“It’s not much. This one million is just the startup capital 1 am offering you.”

“Startup capital?”

Chestor Ware nodded and smiled, “I am in the medicinal herbs processing business, and every year I need to purchase a large amount of herbs.

I heard that Peach Blossom Village has a lot of wasteland. If Mr. Jensen is interested, why not lease it and grow medicinal herbs?”

“Grow medicinal herbs?”

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“Yes, once the herbs mature, 1 can buy them directly from you. Additionally, if Mr. Jensen can get hold of wild medicinal herbs, you can also bring them here to me.”

Upon hearing this, Greg Jensen’s eyes instantly lit up.

Ever since he started his Qi Refinement, he had amassed over two million, but he was not at all pleased.

Because, out of this sum, twenty thousand was a thank you gift from Alfred Webb, and two million was a “tribute” from Boss Liu—a windfall, to be exact.

It didn’t seem too little now, but once it was spent, it would be gone, and one couldn’t expect to encounter wealthy patients every day, could they?

The urgent matter at hand was to find a stable source of income.

Lindsey Wolfe’s vegetable store was also very profitable, but it only made about four hundred thousand a year, barely enough to improve their standard of living, not to mention insufficient for cultivation.

And that was Lindsey’s money, which Greg Jensen felt too embarrassed to spend.

The Reverie Inn was a good option, but according to Lois Abbott, it only made about five million a year.

A thirty percent share would get him less than two million in dividends at most.

Two million might be a lot for the average person, but for someone in the cultivation business like Greg Jensen, it was hardly enough.

Not to mention anything else, just the recipe for a Blood Qi Pill costs several hundred thousand.

After reaching the third level of Qi Refinement, the need for Spiritual Energy would double, and he would need countless Blood Qi Pills; a mere two million was far from enough.

For this reason, Greg Jensen had been contemplating how to make money, to secure a stable financial source, and also one that could not be too low.

It must be said that the thought process of the wealthiest differs from that of the average rich person.

Where others might simply give money or gifts, Chestor Ware was different; he had directly offered Greg Jensen a lucrative business opportunity.

However, Greg Jensen did not agree on the spot but smiled and said, “Alright, I’ll think about this and get back to you later with an answer.”

“No problem, take your time, Mr. Jensen.”

Greg Jensen nodded, stood up, and left the study.

It was getting late, and Greg Jensen didn’t want to disturb Lois Abbott, so he simply decided to stay over at the Ware Family’s place.

Although Chestor Ware arranged for him to stay in a guest room, the setting was very nice; not only did it have an ensuite bathroom, but it also came with a small balcony.

From the balcony, one could look down at the front yard’s lawn, as well as the artificial hill and creek within the courtyard; the view was quite pleasant.

Greg Jensen had intended to go back to find Lois Abbott, but after glancing at the time and realizing it was already past three in the morning, he decided against it.

After freshening up, he went to bed to sleep.

Just as he was drifting off, he suddenly heard the front door open.

A graceful figure stumbled to the bedside and flopped directly on top of Greg.

A strong scent of alcohol, mixed with a woman’s unique fragrance, wafted over him along with the warm breath.

Greg was instantly jolted awake and was about to push the woman away when she began to undress.

Before he could react, the woman in his arms was left in nothing but a pair of shorts.

“Hey, move over a bit,” the woman murmured discontentedly.

“Oh.”

Greg subconsciously responded and quickly realized it was wrong, urgently saying, “Hey, who are you…”

However, the woman didn’t pay him any mind and snuggled under the covers, starting to snore softly.

Just as Greg attempted to sit up to turn on the light, a long leg wrapped around him, holding him tight and leaving him unable to move an inch.

Feeling the smooth body in his arms, Greg couldn’t help but feel restless, with not a hint of sleepiness left in him.

This was too much!

There are limits to taking advantage of someone.

Crawling into a man’s bed in the middle of the night and stripping down to nothing, wasn’t this blatant seduction?

To sleep with a woman who throws herself at you makes you a beast.

But if you don’t, doesn’t that make you even less than a beast?

If it weren’t for being at Chestor Ware’s house, he certainly would have slept with the woman in his arms.

“Forget it, just endure it,” he sighed.

Unable to sleep, Greg could only lie there, staring blankly at the ceiling in a daze.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally drifted into a fitful sleep.

The next day, Chestor Ware got up early in the morning and asked while eating breakfast, “Mr. Jensen hasn’t gotten up yet?”

“Not yet, he should still be sleeping. 1 haven’t called him,” Lan Jie replied.

Chestor nodded and said, “Let him sleep. He can get up whenever he wakes up. Young people need their sleep.”

After speaking, he frowned slightly and glanced upstairs, asking, “Did Miaochen come back last night?”

Lan Jie hesitated, then after a moment of silence, she said, “She did return, it’s just that…”

“She drank too much again?”

“Mm.”

Lan Jie gently nodded and said, “Chestor, when you have time, talk to her.”

Chestor Ware held his breath, and after a while, he slowly exhaled and showed a bitter smile, shaking his head:

“What do I say to her? Every time I talk to her, it ends up in a quarrel. Forget it, you do it.

Sigh, a grown girl, always practicing with swords and guns, just like her mother.”

Hearing this, Lan Jie’s face lighted up with a smile, “Back when we were in school, if it weren’t for Miaochen’s mother protecting you, you would have been beaten into dropping out.

Practicing with swords and guns is good, it keeps her from being bullied outside.”

“It’s you, you spoiled her,” said Chestor Ware, shaking his head as he finished the last piece of his bread, “I’m heading off to the company. When Mr. Jensen gets up, help him prepare something to eat.”

“Alright,” Lan Jie nodded..