The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Chapter 294: 294: I'm Really Good at Farming_1

Chapter 294: Chapter 294: I’m Really Good at Farming_1

“Felix Cooper, pinch me.”

“Hiss, it hurts… let go quickly…”

Watching the two people’s hands clasp together, Marvin Walker and Felix Cooper felt as if they were dreaming, and Taylor Ware beside them also bore an incredulous look on her face.

Not only did Marvin Simmons restore the supply rights of the Jamae Herbs Factory, he also secured a three-year exclusive supply contract.

And with Greg Jensen’s attitude being so poor, he actually managed to close the deal?

Could anything be more outrageous than this?

Marvin Simmons didn’t stay long, after signing the contract and chatting with Greg Jensen for a while, he got up and left.

Greg Jensen and Taylor Ware saw him out to the door, and after returning to the office, Marvin Walker and Felix Cooper immediately came up to them, bombarding them with questions.

“Mr. Jensen, is our medicinal material really that good?”

“Why did Marvin Simmons let us continue to supply? Is it because our medicinal materials are of good quality?”

Greg Jensen smiled and said, “That’s not something you need to worry about, go ahead and spread the good news to the workers.”

“Right, I’m on it!”

“Wait for me, I’ll go too.”

Watching the three of them rush to announce the good news, a smile couldn’t help but appear on Taylor Ware’s face.

Turning around, she caught Greg Jensen looking at her with a grin, her face immediately blushed, and she said somewhat shyly, “Mr. Jensen, I’m sorry, I… I misjudged you before.”

“It’s nothing, I wouldn’t believe it either if I were you,” Greg Jensen replied with a smile.

Taylor Ware blushed and nodded her head before curiously asking, “Mr. Jensen, why was Marvin Simmons so submissive?”

Greg Jensen chuckled and said, “I can tell you, but from now on, you can’t call me Mr. Jensen. Always calling me that feels distant.”

Taylor Ware’s face turned red again, “I can’t possibly call you uncle, can I?”

“Uh…”

Greg Jensen was momentarily taken aback before he realized, since he called Chestor Ware brother, technically she should indeed be calling him uncle.

He chuckled wryly and said, “Let’s keep it separate, we’re about the same age, from now on you can just call me Jensen.”

“Well… okay then.”

Taylor Ware nodded in agreement.

Greg Jensen continued with a smile, “Actually, it’s nothing much, just that I happened to obtain a video of them switching the goods.”

In addition, our factory’s medicinal quality is much better than the ordinary…”

After Greg Jensen’s explanation, Taylor Ware finally understood why Marvin Simmons compromised.

After understanding the situation, her admiration for Greg Jensen grew even more.

Because, even though she had known the truth for a while, she wouldn’t have had the courage to be so tough with Marvin Simmons, and even if she had stood up to him, he might not have agreed to her demands.

“So, can we start production now?”

“Of course.”

Greg Jensen said with a smile, “Full steam ahead, produce at full capacity!”

“You got it!”

Taylor Ware laughed happily, with anticipation and excitement shining in her eyes.

The three-year contract that the Jamae Herbs Factory signed with Westland Pharmaceuticals meant that as long as there were no issues with the goods, the Jamae Herbs Factory would not be short of business for the next three years.

What’s more, all products were to be priced twenty percent higher, meaning the Jamae Herbs Factory would earn an extra several million, or even tens of millions, each year.

In other words, this processing factory that had been acquired less than half a year ago, was going to be more profitable than the original Ware Family’s factory.

Profits of tens of millions a year were nothing to joke about.

Thinking of the future development of the factory, Taylor Ware felt a burning passion in her heart, and her entire demeanor was one of great excitement.

Meanwhile, upon hearing that Greg Jensen had regained the supply rights, the workers in the factory were as if they had been injected with adrenaline, brimming with enthusiasm for their work.

And Greg Jensen’s reputation reached its peak at this time.

“Morning, boss…”

“Take care, boss.”

When Greg Jensen left the factory, the workers he encountered on the way all greeted him with smiles and extremely respectful attitudes.

The reason was simple: without Greg Jensen, they would very likely have been out of work.

After leaving the factory, Greg Jensen had intended to go straight back to the Imperial View community, but suddenly received a call from Beverly Hall.

She insisted on cooking for him personally, claiming she had earned too much in commissions.

Remembering Beverly Hall’s flavor, Greg Jensen immediately agreed.

Whether to eat or not was not important, nor was it important whether the meal was personally cooked; he just wanted to meet, to talk, nothing more ambitious.

Beverly Hall was wearing a loose nightgown which should have completely covered her thighs, but because her figure was so good, the hem barely covered her full buttocks.

Greg Jensen didn’t hold back and went straight up to pinch.

With a soft moan, Beverly Hall’s body immediately softened, and she breathed hurriedly, “Stop it, I’ve got fish cooking in the pot.”

“Haha, let me go cook with you.”

“No need, just rest.”

Beverly Hall knelt down to help Greg Jensen untie his shoelaces, then took off his shoes for him, and brought him a new pair of slippers, behaving like a gentle, obedient wife, giving a man a great sense of achievement.

“Sit down for a bit, I’ll go and cook.”

“Mm-hmm.”

Beverly Hall poured a cup of tea for Greg Jensen, then went back into the kitchen to continue cooking, while Greg Jensen sat on the sofa looking around.

The rented house was spacious enough and very clean, with many flowers on the balcony and a faint scent floating in the air.

It was clear that Beverly Hall was a homebody, the kind of woman who had a tidy circle of life, going back and forth between the company and home.

This could also be seen from her cooking skills.

The braised carp was soft, tender, the sauce thick and moderate, with a bright red sheen, evidently after the starch was added, a bit of oil had been drizzled in again.

The “Explosion of Three Delights” was silky smooth, with garlic, vinegar, and soy sauce blending very well, not falling short of the chefs at Dreamscape Garden.

The two remaining small cold dishes were also mixed to be very refreshing, making Greg Jensen’s appetite soar.

Seeing how much Greg Jensen enjoyed the meal, Beverly Hall couldn’t help feeling a little proud and asked with a smile, “How is it? To your liking?”

Greg Jensen gave a thumbs up and praised, “Not bad, nearly as good as our hotel chefs.”

“You own a hotel?” Beverly Hall asked curiously.

Greg Jensen laughed and said, “Hotels, medicinal herbs business, farming—I do anything that makes money.”

Beverly Hall laughed out loud and said, “You’re really interesting.”

“I’m serious, I really do farm.”

Greg Jensen said with a smile, “Of course, I don’t farm it myself.”

Beverly Hall covered her mouth and chuckled, “Haha, you don’t look like a farmer.”

Greg Jensen raised his eyebrows and said with a mischievous smile, “Oh? I did some ‘farming’ at your 4S shop today, planted it deep too.”

“Oh my, stop it…”

Beverly Hall chided softly, her cheeks flushing and her breathing quickening a bit.

She stood up, somewhat flustered, “I’ll… I’ll just go clean up a bit.”

“What’s the rush, let’s digest the food first!”

“Ah, don’t tease…”

Greg Jensen didn’t care about all that, he pulled her into his arms, then carried her to the living room, sat down on the sofa, and kissed her deeply.