The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Chapter 383: Chapter 383: Easily Earned a Hundred Million_1

Greg Jensen spread his hands with a smile and said, “Don’t crowd, there are no more elixirs available. Wait until the next trade meeting.”

“Ah, Healington really…”

“Shh, don’t talk nonsense. The representatives of Healington are still here. Do you want to die?”

While the crowd was discontented, no one dared to make any more fuss. Healington held a very special status in the martial world.

With a heritage lasting for many years, Healington had garnered the loyalty of many experts and formed alliances with numerous noble families and sects, relying on their elixirs and exceptional medical skills.

In other words, if Healington wanted someone dead, merely a word from them would suffice to mobilize countless followers to do their bidding.

And a representative of Healington, when away from home, bore the face of Healington itself. Offending them was no different from offending the valley as a whole.

Thinking of Healington’s frightening power, the crowd fell silent like cicadas in winter, ceasing all conversation.

Curtis Milton’s mouth twitched slightly. He had not intended to let outsiders know about the effectiveness of the blood qi elixirs, so as not to threaten Healington’s dominance in the elixir market.

But now it seemed that his actions might have had the opposite effect.

He should have claimed that the blood qi elixirs were poisonous just now. That would have stopped people from wanting to sell them.

Thinking of the blood qi elixirs, he couldn’t help but concentrate and muttered to himself, “Where did that kid get such high-quality elixirs from?”

He approached the elder and handed over the purchased blood qi elixirs, whispering, “Elder Sun, send these elixirs back with the utmost speed.

Have them analyzed to see how they were made.”

“Alright, I’ll take care of it right away.”

Elder Sun took the elixirs and quickly walked out.

Curtis turned his head and looked at Greg again, his eyes slightly narrowed.

Elixirs capable of enhancing one’s power were a rarity even in Healington, and each one’s production cost started in the tens of millions.

That kid couldn’t possibly be operating at a loss, so the production cost of the blood qi elixirs must be extremely low.

If he could acquire the Elixir Prescription and present it to the sect, it would be a great achievement; he might even become the top disciple.

Curtis couldn’t help but break into a smile at the thought.

Meanwhile, Greg looked at the balance on his bank card with an equally brilliant smile.

This trade meeting had been worthwhile; in such a short amount of time, he had earned over a hundred million.

Although the Peach Blossom Group and the newly established Double Phoenix Group would bring him an annual income of five to six hundred million, Greg was still very pleased.

After all, who would complain about having too much money?

Moreover, the profitability of those two companies was much slower compared to this.

Greg even contemplated whether to focus on crafting elixirs in the future and sell them at trade meetings in various regions.

Compared to these, his previous business ventures seemed trivial.

Now that he had sold the elixirs, he had no other business to attend to, so he casually strolled around the venue.

The trade meeting had not officially started yet; not many people had arrived, and the goods were as trashy as ever.

While Greg roamed idly around the venue, Glen Wolfe was seated in a small office next to the venue, his face clouded as he looked at the guest list.

He raised his head to look at the two people standing in front of him and frowned, “Are you sure that kid’s name is ‘The Monk Pig’?”

These two were the security personnel Greg had encountered at the elevator entrance.

Hearing Glen’s question, one of them quickly replied, “We’re sure. He was very polite when he came, so I remember him.”

“Right, he had a silver mask. There’s no mistake.”

The other person initially wanted to say, “That man also gave me an elixir,” but then thought better of it, fearing Glen might punish him for accepting a gift from that person. So, he swallowed the rest of his words.

Thinking about the elixir, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of regret in his heart.

Initially, he had thought the elixir was fake and had thrown it in the trash bin. After learning about the value of five million per elixir, he had fished it back out.

There was no way to eat it, after all, it was dug out from the trash can, so the only option was to sell it to someone else.

“The Suave Magician? What kind of ridiculous name is that.”

Glen Wolfe looked over the roster again, waved his hand to dismiss two people, and then approached Curtis Milton with respect, saying, “Master Curtis, about this…”

“Hmm, have someone follow him for now. I want to know where he lives. During the next few days of the exchange event, don’t lose sight of him.”

“No problem.”

Glen agreed promptly but inwardly felt some resistance.

Originally, if Curtis had not been looking for trouble with that kid, Glen would have had to. After all, the kid had swindled him out of three million.

However, when he saw Curtis buying an Elixir for five million, he felt considerably more balanced, even feeling like he had gotten a bargain.

An Elixir that Curtis, the roaming representative of Healington, would spend five million on was definitely not ordinary. Unfortunately, the Elixir was consumed by that rebellious son, Kole Wolfe.

For this reason, Glen actually didn’t harbor any resentment towards Greg anymore, nor did he want to cause further trouble for him.

Besides, could someone who could produce such a high-quality Elixir be ordinary?

Curtis wasn’t a local; he would leave after the exchange event, and Healington was behind him, making him untouchable for most.

Glen Wolfe was different though. The Wolfe family was in the provincial capital, and it was unwise to needlessly offend a powerful enemy.

He definitely didn’t dare to provoke Healington, so he had no choice but to follow Curtis’s wishes.

Glen sighed quietly with a sense of helplessness, gave instructions through his phone, and then smiled, saying:

“Master Curtis, the start time for the exchange event is approaching. Shall we go out together?”

“Hmm.”

Curtis nodded noncommittally, stood up, and left with Glen.

When the two reached the podium, the venue immediately quieted down.

Glen scanned the audience and smiled, “I am honored that all of you could attend this Martial Way exchange event. In the spirit of fairness, justice, and mutual benefit…”

Hearing the lengthy, empty speech, Greg couldn’t help but snort with laughter and gently shook his head.

Just then, a voice came from beside him, “What the hell. A perfectly good exchange event turned into a corporate meeting. This is so boring.”

Greg turned to look and saw a fat man speaking, wearing a Monk Pig mask that was almost curled up to the sky. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Seeing Greg looking over, the fat man smiled, “Brother, you think so too, right?”

“Ah, indeed.” Greg replied casually.

The fat man extended his hand, smiling, “Let’s get acquainted. Monk Pig. Just call me Old Pig.”

“Uh…”

A flicker of amusement crossed Greg’s face as he struggled to hold back a laugh, stretching out his hand to shake with the Monk Pig, saying:

“Ah, nice to meet you, Brother Zhu. I am… The Suave Magician.”

The name The Suave Magician was written by Greg on the roster on a whim before entering the venue; saying it out loud now made him feel inexplicably ashamed.

He thought it was a matter of simply scribbling any name, but when it came to greeting others, he realized his haste.

If only he had thought of a more impressive title in advance.

Monk Pig, however, seemed oblivious to Greg’s discomfort, laughing heartily, “Brother Suave, now that we’ve met, we’re friends. Let me speak frankly.”

“Please do.”

Greg was also curious to see what the fat man was up to.

The fat man said, “Tell me the truth, brother, do you still have any of those Elixirs left?”