Chapter 151: The Bet_1
Lois Abbott asked, “What kind of hotel are you planning to open?”
Greg Jensen pondered before saying, “Rather than calling it a hotel, it would be more appropriate to call it a restaurant.”
In the past, the term hotel was only used to refer to upscale restaurants, whereas the places for accommodation were called hostels and guesthouses.
As Western culture infiltrated, hotels ca to be known as upscale hostels, and now the term is used interchangeably with restaurants.
Only the term ‘restaurant’ has, from beginning to end, represented a high-end place for dining and drinking, though it is rarely used in modern society.
Lois suddenly understood and murmured, “I think if we’re talking about restaurants, it might be even better to open a private kitchen.
Choose a tranquil location where your dicinal cuisine could serve as the signature dishes, mainly catering to high-end custors.”
Greg agreed, “Exactly, that’s the idea. Jamae’s tourism resources are just so- so, and it’s tough to do well in the accommodation business.
Let’s not bother with that and just do a private kitchen.”
Lois’s face brightened with a smile, but then she seed troubled, “With Uncle Zhang’s skill, opening a private kitchen would certainly be easy.
However, finding a suitable place in Jamae for a private kitchen might be a bit difficult.”
As an established city, Jamae City once had several nice estates, but they were long ago snapped up by wealthy individuals.
With no shortage of money, why would they let Greg use them to open a restaurant?
Greg knew Lois was right, but he quickly thought of two people they had t on Misty Mountain: Adrian Wright and Spencer Burley.
They were both from Jamae, and judging by their deanor and way of speaking, their family backgrounds seed quite affluent. Perhaps they might have so relevant information?
His eyes lighting up, Greg smiled and said, “I’ll give them a call and ask.”
After saying this, he dialed Adrian Wright’s number.
“Big Brother Greg, are you in Jamae yet?”
Since returning to Riverhaven County, Greg had not been in contact with them, but Adrian Wright did not seem distant and was still pleasantly surprised in his tone.
Greg laughed, “I haven’t gone to Jamae yet, but I’m thinking of opening up a private kitchen there and I’m having trouble finding the right location.
So I wanted to ask for your help to keep an eye out for a suitable estate around Jamae City, either to buy or rent.”
“A private kitchen? Do you have any requirents?”
“It should have ample parking space, an elegant environnt, and preferably be one of those antique-looking estates.”
After thinking for a while, Adrian Wright said, “I don’t have such an estate at hand, otherwise, I wouldn’t mind lending it to you.
How about this, I’ll ask around in the next couple of days and let you know if I hear anything.”
“That would be great, thanks for your help.”
“Ha ha, Brother Greg, why are you being so polite with ?”
Greg laughed heartily and replied, “Just take what I said as a casual remark. I didn’t actually plan to be formal with you, ha ha ha.”
“That’s right, you shouldn’t be.”
“Alright then, let it be. Give a call if you hear anything.”
“Sure.”
After hanging up the phone, Greg felt slightly relieved and joked, “I don’t know many people in Jamae, only those two rich second-generation guys from last ti. Hopefully, they have a similar estate.”
Seeing Greg’s deanor, Lois couldn’t help feeling pity and said softly, “Greg, we have quite a bit of money now, why must you exhaust yourself like this?” “No, I need money, a lot of it,” he replied.
How could he practice without money?
Moreover…
Greg Jensen suddenly envisioned two figures in front of his eyes.
His ex-girlfriend Cindy Harrison, as well as that good-for-nothing Ethan Locke!
If he were still the country bumpkin he once was, that would be one thing, but now he held the “Yin Yang Harmony Scripture” in his hand, and if he didn’t contemplate revenge, wouldn’t that be a waste of the opportunity heaven had given him?
Lois Abbott leaned gently into his arms and found a comfortable position before whispering softly, “Then, I’ll call my dad and ask if he knows of any similar places.”
Greg felt warmth in his heart, lowered his head to kiss her, and said, “Mm, thank you for the trouble.”
In a private club in Jamae City.
Adrian Wright and Spencer Burley, among others, were sitting on the sofa in a private room, each wearing a troubled look as if they had encountered so difficult problem.
Spencer lifted his head and asked, “Who just called?”
Adrian answered casually, “Brother Greg, he’s looking to open a private dining place here and was asking if I knew of any yards with a nice environnt.”
“Brother Greg?”
A look of surprise and delight suddenly appeared on Spencer’s face, and he slapped Adrian on the thigh, laughing, “How could I have forgotten about him?”
“Damn it, can you just talk without hitting my thigh all the ti?”
“Ha-ha, I just wanted to express how excited I am.”
Adrian’s face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot as he snapped, “If you’re gonna slap, slap your own damn thigh, what the hell are you doing slapping mine?”
“Ha-ha, I forgot, next ti for sure, next ti for sure,” Spencer replied with an awkward laugh.
“You said the sa damn thing last ti!”
Adrian, knowing his character, didn’t bother to argue and instead asked, “What have you actually thought up?”
Spencer’s spirits imdiately lifted at the question. He said with a smile, “Have you forgotten? Brother Greg is a traditional Chinese dicine practitioner.” “So what if he’s a traditional Chinese dicine practitioner?”
“So what? Traditional Chinese dicine emphasizes inspection, listening, inquiring, and palpation, which is so similar to the thod of examining stones. Why not invite Brother Greg to help us compete?”
Adrian was imdiately rendered speechless and felt like kicking him out, “Go to hell, man. He’s a practitioner of dicine, not a gemstone expert. The two fields are not even remotely related, okay?”
Spencer said helplessly, “Then what do you suggest we do? We can’t just admit defeat to those guys, can we? You can go concede if you want; I can’t afford to lose that face.”
“It’s all your fault for betting with Treasure Mansion on stone-gambling. Isn’t that asking for trouble?”
“I was drunk, okay? Would I be that stupid otherwise?”
Adrian was annoyed but also sowhat helpless. The second-generation wealthy in Jamae were indeed a force to be reckoned with, each standing atop their own hill.
So had conflicts due to family business, while others simply couldn’t stand each other.
A few days earlier, when Spencer and Adrian were drinking in the club, heavily buzzed, they ran into Nathan Humphrey, the young owner of Treasure
Mansion.
The two parties were already not on good terms, and it didn’t help that Spencer had a knack for running his mouth, which only got worse when he was drunk.
He insisted that the young owner of Treasure Mansion was a waste of space who probably couldn’t even make sense of stones. Words flew, and an argunt quickly escalated.
In the end, Spencer even made a bet with him, agreeing to a jade appraisal contest to see whose stone would fetch a higher price.
The outco was painfully obvious. Once sober, Spencer felt like dying.
After all, Nathan was the young owner of Treasure Mansion. Even if he didn’t understand much, he was still far more knowledgeable than Spencer, an outsider to the trade.
What’s more, the terms of the wager didn’t forbid seeking outside help.
Nathan could call on the seasoned masters from his family business, but where could Spencer possibly turn?
They did hire a professional with money, but the man was too young. How could he compare to the old masters from Treasure Mansion?
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