The Luckiest Dumb Doctor-Chapter 472 - - The Stance of a Leader_1

Chapter 472 -472: The Stance of a Leader_1

Early in the morning, Greg Jensen was woken up by Xiaoye, and after feeding her a buffet meal, he left the room feeling refreshed with her assistance.

When he arrived downstairs, breakfast was already prepared.

After eating, Trent Preston arrived at the villa in the same Bentley as the day before and gave Greg Jensen a lift back.

Before getting out of the car, Trent Preston asked in a low voice, “Mr. Xu, did you sleep well last night?”

“Hmm, quite well,” Greg Jensen replied.

At his words, Trent Preston immediately burst into laughter, then whispered, “There are plenty more where she came from. When you’re free, I’ll find a few more for Mr. Xu.”

“Hmm.”

Greg Jensen didn’t refuse; after all, it was a matter of mutual consent, and those kind of pure girls were very helpful for cultivation.

Upon returning to the villa, Greg Jensen discovered that Bradley Ford and Fraser Simmons had already arrived. However, with Glen Wolfe present, the two of them did not show much enthusiasm.

“Take a seat.”

Greg Jensen nodded, then turned to Glen Wolfe and said, “You go out first, I’ve got something to discuss with the two of them.”

“Uh, okay… sure.”

Glen Wolfe was taken aback, glanced at Bradley Ford and the others, nodded, and turned to leave.

After leaving the study, his expression darkened, and he suddenly felt a sense of being abandoned. But after thinking about it, it seemed normal.

To fully control Jamae province, balancing was an essential tactic. He knew loyalty was valued; the Wolfe family had lost a daughter for him, and he wouldn’t let himself be treated unfairly.

With this thought, Glen Wolfe felt much better and, smiling gently, he went downstairs and instructed the maid to prepare several more elaborate dishes for lunch.

Since it was inevitable, why not improve his relationship with Bradley Ford and the others? If the three of them were closely united around the boss, the boss wouldn’t forget about him when it came to sharing benefits.

Inside the study, the atmosphere was much more relaxed than before.

Greg Jensen pondered, “You two will go to Jamae tomorrow to talk with the Peach Blossom Group to establish a new group company and take over the four percent of the Green family’s industry in entirety.”

“All right, no problem.”

Fraser Simmons instantly understood Greg Jensen’s intention and smiled, “I will use technology as a premise to allow Peach Blossom Group to hold a controlling stake.”

Bradley Ford, still somewhat embarrassed, said, “Mr. Gao, even if we set up a new group, we are still benefiting a great deal. The Green family was defeated by you, and you take nothing for yourself, which seems rather inappropriate.”

Although Greg Jensen had brought substantial profits to the Peach Blossom Group through the Ford and Simmons families, compared to the Green family’s assets, it was still a case of small fry meeting a giant.

The lion’s share of what remained was divided among them.

Greg Jensen shook his head and said, “The Green family’s assets mean little to me; what I want is the entire Jamae province.”

Both men were taken aback, exchanged glances, their eyes filled with shock.

On the surface, it seemed that whoever took over the Green family’s assets would control all the benefits of Jamae province after their downfall.

In reality, it was the Stuart family that actually made money.

Because, including the Green family, the Wang, Preston, Cooper, and Wolfe big families, as well as those smaller clans, all had to cut a portion of their profits to give to the Stuart family.

The small clans gave to the big four, who then gave to the Stuart family. With a Grandmaster in the Green family, the Stuarts were slightly more elegant in their approach.

Yet even so, the Stuart family’s annual profits extracted from Jamae province were in the billions.

Hiss!

Both men inhaled sharply.

They finally understood Greg Jensen’s thinking.

Was Greg Jensen planning to block the Stuart family from Jamae province and play their role himself?

Compared to those profits in the billions, what did the Green family’s assets matter?

After Greg Jensen maneuvered like this, Jamae’s industries essentially became a string that linked everyone together, from the larger forces like the Preston and Cooper Families to the smaller ones like the Pierce and Brent Families.

He bound all these families, widespread throughout the qintea, creating a situation where you couldn’t extricate yourself without affecting others.

The benefits funneled upwards, layer by layer, forming a tight pyramid structure.

And standing at the top of the pyramid was Greg Jensen!

Anyone wanting to tamper with the interests of Qintea would have to face backlash from all the major forces of the province.

If someone considered betrayal, they had to think it through, uncertain if their family business could continue afterwards.

As a result, even those who might have feared the Stuart Family’s power and leaned towards them, even if unwilling to help Greg Jensen, could only opt to watch from the sidelines.

But Greg Jensen himself suffered little loss; while Jamae’s industries had been handed over, he had managed to grab ahold of all the benefits that originally went to the Stuart Family.

Brilliant!

Indeed, Mr. Jensen is truly ingenious!

Fraser Simmons and Bradley Ford couldn’t help but sigh in admiration internally, their view of Greg Jensen shifting.

Previously, they respected Greg Jensen purely for his integrity and formidable martial prowess.

Now, the once amiable young man had taken on a leader’s stature.

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At that moment, Fraser Simmons felt a chill, grateful that Bradley Ford was on good terms with Greg Jensen; otherwise, with the missteps his family made in the past, they would probably be finished by now.

One does not know the darkness of an abyss until faced with it!

It was the same for Fraser Simmons.

He truly did not understand the terror of Greg Jensen until they stood opposed.

Now, he had finally gotten a taste!

In the future, he resolved to stick closely to Mr. Jensen, never to betray him for life!

Fraser Simmons made this determination in his heart, and though he did not voice it, his demeanor towards Greg Jensen became even more respectful.

Actually, Greg Jensen’s thoughts were similar to what they had guessed, only not as complicated.

Greg Jensen thought it simple: the money one earns by their own abilities shouldn’t be given to others. Since tribute had to be paid to the Stuart Family anyway, why not distribute the industries and take the Stuart Family’s place.

This was the problem considered from a businessman’s standpoint.

From a Cultivator’s perspective, if the Stuart Family could profit by leeching off others, why couldn’t he do the same?

If the Stuart Family was dissatisfied, fists could do the talking—he wasn’t necessarily afraid of them.

More importantly, the entire province’s profits each year far exceeded what Jamae could generate in value.

Leaving other considerations aside, combining previous earnings, just the Peach Blossom Group’s cooperation with the Ford and Simmons families alone could net several billion a year.

Such a sum was sufficient for Greg Jensen’s current Cultivation needs, but what about the future?

Without long-term consideration, immediate troubles beckon!

Having submitted to the Stuart Family this time, what about the future?

Could he really grovel before the Stuart Family, hoping they would allow him to take a bit more, to ensure the needs of his Cultivation?

Greg Jensen was full of disdain, for the Stuart Family were no different, with the same nose and pair of eyes as anyone else.

Others may fear them like tigers, but he did not.

As for what came next, he was too lazy to think about it—it was all just the usual fighting and killing.

There might be some risks, but to cultivate was to go against heaven’s will; what were these risks in comparison?

An income of tens of billions a year—who wouldn’t be tempted by that?