The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Chapter 295: 295: Cunning Plan_1

Chapter 295: Chapter 295: Cunning Plan_1

Beverly Hall’s house was mostly fine, but the furniture was a bit old, and the sofa somewhat stiff. When she sat down, the springs creaked and groaned.

After a long while, a drained Beverly Hall nestled in his embrace and murmured softly, “Let’s rest a bit; I’ll go draw a bath for you shortly.”

“Let’s go together.”

“Ah!”

Greg Jensen gave a hearty laugh, carried Beverly Hall into the bathroom, and naturally, they were not idle while taking their bath.

More than an hour later, after the bath was finished, Beverly Hall had no strength left and was carried to bed by Greg Jensen, where she fell into a deep sleep.

Greg Jensen got dressed, helped put the dishes into the dishwasher, and then drove back to his villa in Enchanted River Town.

Although the Fragrant Spirit Grass had adapted to the scarce Spiritual Energy environment and wouldn’t wither without water for a day or two, Greg Jensen still watered it once with the Small Cloud Rain Skill.

This was Greg Jensen’s treasure; whether he could achieve Foundation Establishment hinged solely on it, and nothing could go wrong.

…

The Locke family.

After a few days of rest, the old man Jeffrey Locke was looking much better and was having a pleasant chat with Joe Locke.

Joe Locke engaged in all kinds of vices—including eating, drinking, whoring, and gambling—and did nothing but indulge in leisure activities. His position in the family was even lower than his son Ethan Locke’s.

But ever since Ethan Locke started taking over the family business, Joe Locke’s situation had improved significantly.

Especially after Ethan Locke secured exclusive supply rights for a Westland Pharmaceuticals branch factory, Joe Locke’s status soared.

Relatives who had previously looked down on him and even ignored him now started to actively flatter him.

Jeffrey Locke also assigned him the task of finding rare treasures for the Simmons family, which made Joe Locke very proud, as if he could hold his tail high up in the sky.

I might not be very capable, but I sure can produce a son.

“Dad, when can we take over the supply rights for the Westland Pharmaceuticals main factory as well?”

“Heh, no rush. Even if we took it now, we wouldn’t have the goods on hand,” Jeffrey Locke said with a gentle smile. “First, let’s do well with the branch factory. Next spring, we’ll contact more medicinal herb agents and take over their supply.”

He paused, then added a reminder, “You should prioritize the task assigned by the Simmons family. If you handle it well, even a little something that they let slip through their fingers will be enough for our family to thrive on.”

“Dad, you can count on me,” Joe Locke assured, thumping his chest confidently, then added as if to take credit, “There’s a private auction in a couple of days. I was thinking of checking it out; I heard there are quite a few good items there.”

Jeffrey Locke was pleased with his eldest son’s attitude and said with a smile, “It’s time for you to be more ambitious. You can’t keep idling away your days because that would also affect Ethan’s image, wouldn’t it?”

Joe Locke replied somewhat awkwardly, “Dad, I understand.”

Just then, Ethan Locke walked in from outside.

Seeing his son, Joe Locke’s eyes brightened, and he quickly stood up, wrapping an arm around Ethan Locke’s shoulder with a joyful smile, “There’s my precious son! How’s everything going with Westland Pharmaceuticals? Mr. Simmons must be very pleased with you…”

Ethan Locke furrowed his brow, shrugged off his father’s hand, and said with a troubled face to Jeffrey Locke, “Grandpa, the Simmons family has terminated our cooperation.”

“What did you say?”

Joe Locke was stunned, looking at his son in utter disbelief, and muttered, “How… how is that possible?”

Jeffrey Locke, who was sitting on the sofa, was so shocked that he stood up, disbelievingly asking, “Ethan, what happened?”

“Sigh, the secret switching of goods… they discovered it, and… they have evidence. Mr. Simmons had no choice,” Ethan Locke said with a sigh, explaining the details of the incident.

The living room fell into a moment of silence.

“Grandpa, I’m sorry, it’s all my fault. I wasn’t careful enough,” said Ethan Locke, hanging his head like a defeated rooster, gritting his teeth with hatred at the thought of the cooked duck that had been snatched away.

“Do we know who did it?” Jeffrey Locke asked with a cold face.

“I’ll start investigating now!”

Ethan Locke immediately made a phone call and summoned all the subordinates who were involved that day.

However, after everyone arrived, he realized he was one man short.

“Aiden Clark, where’s Big Wang?”

“No idea? Haven’t seen him for several days.”

“He treated us to a drink a few days ago, and then he disappeared.”

Upon hearing this, Ethan Locke’s face turned deathly pale, and he angrily said, “Find him! Even if it means turning Jamae City upside down, I want that person found.

Alive, we want to see the person; dead, we want to see the body!”

“Yes, Young Master Locke.”

Shortly thereafter, the whole Jamae City was stirred into action.

But no matter how hard they searched, Big Wang had vanished as if he had evaporated from the world, leaving not a trace behind.

Jeffrey Locke sighed and said, “Ethan, it’s just the rights to supply goods, if they’re gone, they’re gone. Business is all about profit and loss, don’t take it to heart.”

“Hmm.”

Ethan Locke sighed and fell silent.

Seeing this, Jeffrey Locke offered words of comfort, “Don’t think too much about it. Instead, focus your energy on searching for treasures.

As long as our Locke family can accomplish great deeds, the rights to supply Westland Pharmaceuticals will sooner or later be ours.”

Ethan Locke’s expression eased slightly, and he said, “Grandfather is right, I’ll send people out immediately to help with the search.”

Joe Locke suddenly spoke, “Son, when it comes to finding things, you’re no match for your father. How many people do we Lockes actually have?

Even if you send out everyone, you can’t possibly search every corner of Jamae City.”

Ethan Locke frowned and asked, “Then what do you suggest?”

Joe Locke smiled and said, “Offer a reward. Aren’t all the young people these days fond of posting on their social media? Let’s do a social media bounty – rewards for sharing, and a big prize for finding the item.”

Ethan Locke was taken aback, then turned to look at his grandfather, both displaying a look of surprise on their faces.

“Dad, that’s a good idea, what do you think, Grandpa?”

“Indeed, it’s not bad.”

Jeffrey Locke glanced at his eldest son and laughed, “Your dad’s got a smart brain, only he doesn’t always use it in the right ways.”

“Heh heh.” Joe Locke laughed proudly.

Being the wealthiest family in Jamae, the Lockes naturally did not offer a small incentive.

Share on social media and receive a twenty dollar reward for providing information, a ten thousand dollar reward, and for those who find the actual item, rewards are given based on the value of the item, up to five hundred thousand dollars!

Aside from the reward amounts, that social media post also included several pictures, all of which were of medicinal herbs.

Just for providing valid information, one could earn ten thousand dollars, and even if you don’t find the item, you would still get a dollar for sharing with your friends.

Who doesn’t have dozens or hundreds of friends on their friend list?

Just a few taps of your fingers could earn you several dozen dollars, where else could you find such a deal?

Instantly, everyone began to share like mad.

In the age of digital information, word-of-mouth can spread frighteningly fast.

In less than half a day, the post about searching for rare treasures had spread throughout the entire Jamae City, and even Greg Jensen had received the information.

He gently moved the arm that was resting on him and glanced at Jophia Locke, who was still sleeping soundly, before quietly getting out of bed.

After pouring himself a glass of water in the living room, he then picked up his phone to take a closer look.