The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Chapter 366: 366: The Riches Stay Within Our Own Fields_1

Chapter 366: Chapter 366: The Riches Stay Within Our Own Fields_1

Greg Jensen asked himself about his progress in cultivating True Qi and acknowledged considerable improvement, but Mick Simmons’s price quote still gave him a shock.

Seeing Mick Simmons freeze again, he hurriedly coughed softly and said indifferently, “Is the price you mentioned the market price?”

“Of course!”

Mick Simmons was pondering how to make an offer when he heard Greg Jensen’s question and quickly explained:

“Mr. Jensen, though Elixirs capable of increasing True Qi are good, they cannot be sold for too much. Seven million per pill is already quite high.”

“Oh.”

Hearing his explanation, Greg Jensen felt more confident and then asked, “What if the Elixirs are taken to a trade fair to sell… ”

Mick Simmons was taken aback again and then hesitated, “Mr. Jensen, is that really necessary? How many do you have left? I can just buy them all, can’t I?”

Perhaps you can’t afford it!

Greg Jensen chuckled inwardly but maintained a composed expression as he said, “Actually, these Elixirs aren’t that expensive. The cost is only about one million each.

And since I can refine them myself, I plan to make more and take them to sell at the trade fair.”

“The cost is only one million?”

Mick Simmons was completely dumbfounded and took quite some time to recover before cursing angrily:

“Those old immortals, really too much, selling Elixirs that cost so little for such a high price.”

“Oh? Are there others selling similar Elixirs?” Greg Jensen said, surprised.

Mick Simmons explained, “Mr. Jensen, you may not be aware, but in the martial world, besides martial families like ours, there are also various sects.

Many of them live by selling Elixirs and weapons.

For instance, Divine Iron Gate in Dragon Spring City specializes in swords and weapons.

And Healington in Cloudy Province is known for refining all kinds of Elixirs and also possesses the ability to treat diseases and heal injuries.”

“Oh, I see.”

Greg Jensen thought for a moment and smiled, “What others charge is their business. Once we get to the trade fair, we’ll drive their prices down.”

“Right, drive them down.”

Mick Simmons said through clenched teeth, “I used to think they had the hearts of healers, but now it seems they’re all shrewd merchants.”

Seeing his resentful demeanor, Greg Jensen guessed he must have been cheated by Healington. He found it somewhat amusing and gently shook his head.

No matter how much Healington swindled, it was irrelevant to him; in fact, it brought him some benefits.

A Qi Replenishing Pill that cost only tens of thousands could be sold for millions, all thanks to Healington’s doing.

With them around, it was as if they had created another lucrative opportunity for Greg Jensen.

“Estimate how many Elixirs we can sell at the trade fair, so I can prepare in advance,” Greg Jensen said pensively. “As for the Simmons family, from now on, you can use the Qi Replenishing Pills at cost.”

“Really? That’s great! Thank you, Mr. Jensen, I truly appreciate it,” said Donald Simmons, immediately excited, while Mick Simmons was almost moved to tears.

He had been stuck at the Initial Stage of Dark Energy for several years because the Elixirs that increased True Qi were too expensive, so he had been reluctant to use them.

Now things had changed. With the money previously spent on one Qi Replenishing Pill, he could now buy several Qi Replenishing Pills, which seemed even better than the original ones.

If he could get a sufficient supply of Qi Replenishing Pills, he might even make further progress.

Bradley Ford hesitated for a moment and then asked, “Mr. Jensen, what about our Ford family…?”

“Equal treatment for all.”

“Haha, well then, let me thank you in advance, Mr. Jensen.”

Greg Jensen smiled and nodded. These were all future clients; he had to maintain good relations with them.

Amelia Simmons looked at Greg Jensen curiously. She didn’t understand why her father and the others were so respectful towards him.

But watching Greg Jensen talk confidently among them, she felt this uncle must be very impressive.

Because in her memory, when her father and uncle dealt with other young people, they usually had a stern demeanor of seniority, except when facing Greg Jensen; they seemed like juniors instead.

“Alright, let’s go outside; we shouldn’t disturb the old man’s rest here.”

Greg Jensen glanced back at Fraser Simmons lying in the bed, saying, “The old man will need at least two more hours to wake up.”

“Okay, please after you…”

Mick Simmons instructed his daughter to stay and look after the old man, then led Greg Jensen and the others to the tea room, where they chatted over tea.

…

In the provincial capital, the Morris family.

Members of the Morris family gathered together, with the patriarch, Leon Morris, leaning on his cane and sitting dominantly on the sofa.

Leon’s sons and daughters-in-law were seated around him.

“You two are truly useless, failing to handle such a simple matter.”

Jasper Morris, the eldest son, looked at Landon Morris with disdain, saying, “Younger brother, you could at least say something.”

With a trembling voice, Landon Morris lifted his head, quickly glanced at Hazel Simmons beside him, then lowered his head again.

Hazel Simmons’s face was pale as she said, “Brother, please don’t scold Landon. It’s my fault, not his.”

Jasper Morris looked at her darkly, then snorted coldly without saying anything more.

“You shouldn’t blame your big brother; it’s indeed your failure to handle the matter. What’s the state of their family now? It’s better to benefit our Morris family rather than letting others take it away in the arena. After all, our families are related by marriage, and it’s best to keep the wealth within the family.”

“Sister-in-law is right; if you ask me, the Simmons family people are just stubborn.”

Since Fraser Simmons fell ill in bed, the Simmons family had declined severely over the years. Their continuous losses in the Martial Way association caused their business to shrink significantly.

The Morris family had set their sights on Westland Pharmaceuticals, wanting to acquire it at a low price.

Moreover, they promised that if the Simmons family handed over Westland Pharmaceuticals, they would support the Simmons family in the Martial Way association to stabilize their other businesses.

However, the Morris family had approached the Simmons family several times without success and had to resort to Hazel Simmons.

Still, the result remained the same.

Landon Morris was already not favored, and Hazel Simmons’s situation was not much better.

For a while, the living room was filled with voices criticizing Landon Morris and Hazel Simmons, as if they had committed some unforgivable acts.

Landon Morris was scolded like a grandson, hanging his head in silence.

Hazel Simmons was anxious but didn’t know what to say.

After a while, as if tired from the scolding, everyone finally stopped.

The silent patriarch, Leon Morris, spoke slowly: “This matter can’t be blamed solely on Landon and Hazel; Fraser Simmons is so stubborn, it is normal that they couldn’t persuade him.”

He paused slightly and, with a cold gaze, turned to the side saying: “Let Vince Brent go over and test whether the Simmons family still deserves the status of a first-rate family.”

“Yes, Master!”

Vince Brent was a disciple of Leon Morris, a solid practitioner at the later stage of Dark Strength, and was quite famous among the rising generation of martial artists in the province.

“Dad, perhaps… I should go back and try to persuade them again,” Hazel Simmons said anxiously, knowing that although she didn’t practice martial arts, based on her cousin Donald Simmons’s abilities, he was no match for Vince Brent.