The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Chapter 590: Chapter 590 The Mainstay_1

Carmen Stuart at East Peak Manor was like a semi-host, living a comfortable and carefree life. Greg Jensen saw to all of their needs without exception.

The servants of the manor also treated them with great respect, addressing them as “Miss” this and “Miss” that, to the extent that even Carmen began to feel an illusion that she had returned to the Stuart Family.

As time passed, Carmen felt a bit embarrassed, and coincidentally, Greg had been unable to find a suitable personal assistant, so she volunteered to stay by Greg’s side.

On ordinary days, she helped relay messages, drive cars, and such—after all, there wasn’t much work to do.

After the martial arts competition in the Seven Provinces ended, the title of the charming Magician was known to everyone in the entire Northwest.

Even the heads of the families would treat Carmen, the little assistant, as if she were one of their own younger family members.

They had none of the imposing air typical of regional powerhouses, and were unnervingly amiable.

In the afternoon, all seven Family Heads who received calls came; the elder Mr. Hall wasn’t feeling well, so Austin Hall appeared on his behalf.

Dylan Wood asked with a chuckle, “Carmen, what matter does Master Jensen have for us?”

“Yeah, give us a hint,” another piped in.

Blinking his eyes and grinning, Aiden Clark teased, “Come on, tell us. I’ll introduce a handsome male model to you later.”

Carmen’s face turned rosy at once, and she muttered “I don’t know” before rushing into the study.

A burst of laughter came from the group of gentlemen.

As Carmen heard the laughter behind her, she hurried even more, Greg’s face spontaneously surfacing in her mind.

Could any male model be more handsome than Mr. Jensen?

The study in the mansion was very large, designed as a suite with an outer secretary’s office and an inner room serving as the actual study.

Carmen came to the door of the inner room, paused to take a deep breath to calm her emotions, and then gently knocked three times.

“Come in.”

Carmen took another deep breath and pushed the door open, only to see Greg sitting beside the fireplace with a glass of wine in his hand, gazing blankly at the scenery outside the window.

“Mr. Jensen, the Family Head Grey and others have arrived. Shall I let them in?” she asked.

“Hmm, let them in,” he replied.

“Okay.”

After Carmen left, Greg set his wine glass on the side table and slowly stood up, walking over to sit behind the desk and casually flipping through the reports on the desk.

He had already looked through these reports once and, although he knew the industrial scale of the Seven Provinces would be vast, he had been prepared in his mind.

Yet, when he saw the reports, he was still taken aback.

The total industry of the Seven Provinces combined had already surpassed one trillion, with the annual profits allocated to Greg alone nearing one hundred billion.

This didn’t even include the precious medicinal materials and various rare treasures presented to him from time to time.

What mattered more was that Greg had absolute authority within the Seven Provinces, and it wasn’t an exaggeration to say that his word could decide life or death.

In the outer part of the study,

Issac Grey and others, led by Carmen, walked in. The group subconsciously restrained their smiles, carrying an air of seriousness coupled with deference.

They stopped in front of the study door, straightened their clothing, and waited for Carmen to open the door before they filed in orderly.

“Greetings, Master Jensen.”

All spoke in unison.

Greg glanced at them and said indifferently, “Please sit down.”

After speaking, he lowered his head to continue looking at the reports.

“Thank you, Master Jensen,” they said.

All of them sat rigidly, not daring to be careless, and since Greg hadn’t spoken, none of them dared to make a sound.

After a while, Greg lifted his head and spoke slowly, “The medicinal herbs you’ve been tasked to gather – how is that coming along?”

Issac Grey said with a forced smile, “That… we’re still looking.”

“Another month has passed,” Greg Jensen said indifferently.

Lately, they had been searching for the medicinal herbs necessary for the Foundation Building Pill for Greg, but those herbs were so rare that they had made little progress despite the extended search.

This was precisely why, upon hearing Greg mention this matter, several people couldn’t help but feel uneasy, with sweat beginning to form on their foreheads.

Greg frowned, knowing these people had probably done their best. After a moment of silence, he asked, “What’s the situation with the Eighteen Cities of Jiangnan?”

“The Eighteen Cities of Jiangnan have always cooperated with us in the Northwest, but there’s more competition.

It’s the kind of relationship where you have me in you, and I have you in me.

However, they have many more masters over there, so we’ve always been at a disadvantage.”

Issac Grey paused briefly before continuing, “Take the year before last, for example, when an oil field was discovered between Hui Province and Xi Yuan.

The two sides were at a standoff, deciding to settle the issue through a martial contest.”

Greg asked, “And the result?”

Issac Grey replied with a wry smile, “Of course, the Northwest Alliance lost. The Eighteen Cities of Jiangnan got exclusive rights to the oil field, paying us a usage fee of fifty billion a year.”

Hearing this, the faces of the others turned sour.

Dylan Wood said angrily, “Damn it, it’s all because they rely on the wealth of the Eighteen Cities of Jiangnan, and that old Grandmaster Walter Locke is there to support them. Otherwise, they wouldn’t dare be so arrogant!”

“Walter Locke?”

“Walter Locke is a Grandmaster who became famous decades ago, undefeated in battles across the southern and northern rivers. Later, he even achieved the Path-Entering realm, it’s just that he hasn’t shown himself much in recent years.”

Upon hearing this, Greg nodded and then asked, “Five hundred billion a year, how much has the Northwest lost?”

With a dark look in his eyes, Zheng Wanzhou replied, “The oil field’s annual profits are roughly around three hundred billion. We in the Northwest clearly had more than half the share, but they give us just fifty billion, treating us no better than beggars.”

Greg’s brows furrowed as he shared his suspicions about the Eighteen Cities of Jiangnan potentially acting against them in secret.

The others, upon hearing this, instantly became enraged.

“They take advantage of us, and on top of that, they have the nerve to cause us trouble. Where’s the justice in that?”

Dylan Wood, always hot-tempered, was an old man now, and learning that the Eighteen Cities of Jiangnan were going to deliberately cause trouble, he was so angry that his beard bristled and his eyes bulged.

Issac Grey stole a glance at Greg and cautiously said, “I think they must be aware of Master Greg’s plans. They’re worried we’ll breach the contract, which is why they’re causing trouble.”

Greg replied lightly, “Correct, they are indeed thinking that.”

Trevor Brent asked, “Master Greg, what do we do then?”

The study fell silent, and the others turned their gaze toward Greg, waiting for his decision.

Greg’s gaze swept across the faces of those present. He said evenly, “The more afraid our opponents are of something, the more we must do it.

Since they’re afraid of us breaking the contract, let’s tear it up for them to see.”

He paused briefly, his voice turning icy, “Notify the Eighteen Cities of Jiangnan that our previous agreements are void. If they want to continue extraction, they can come here to negotiate.

If negotiations fail, then nobody gets to play.”

Harper Harrison voiced his concern, “Master Greg, doing this… I’m afraid it could lead to conflict.”

Greg slowly stood up, his tall and upright figure imposing a sense of intense pressure on the Northwest bigwigs.

He swept his gaze across the faces once again and stated, “How the Northwest Alliance handled things in the past is not my business, nor do I want it to be.

But starting today, if the Seven Provinces of Northwest can’t have something, even if it’s smashed or thrown away, I won’t allow anyone else to reach for it.”

“Understood!”

Hearing Greg’s words, several men whose combined ages were nearly four hundred felt as if they were injected with adrenaline, experiencing a surge of excitement.

They knew that the Northwest Alliance finally had a backbone.

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