Chapter 7 Misunderstanding_1
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However, he didn’t continue to eat, because all of this was money!

Greg Jensen carried the basket of fish back home, hoping to find some money for the bus fare to the county to sell the fish.

But there wasn’t a single penny at home, and when he dug out his old phone, he found it had been disconnected.

Greg looked at the fish in the basket, which had all died by now. He wished he had known to take a bucket earlier.

He locked the door, went down the mountain, and walked toward the county seat on the side of the road, hitching for a ride.

About ten or so minutes later, a motorcycle stopped.

“How much to the county seat, master?”

“Ten yuan.”

Greg didn’t haggle and agreed right away.

“Master, do you know where in the county they buy Dragon fish?”

The motorcycle driver, a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, was startled when he saw the basket full of Dragon fish.

“Wow, where did you catch so many Dragon fish?”

Greg smiled, “In a little stream, just got lucky and found a nest of them.”

Seeing Greg didn’t want to say much, the motorcycle driver said, “I heard that Reverie Inn is buying them. I happen to have their purchasing manager’s phone number, how about I ask for you?”

“Sure,” Greg nodded eagerly in agreement.

The motorcycle driver immediately made a call, said a few words, then hung up and said:

“Young man, I asked, and they buy it, and the price seems quite good too. I’ll take you to Reverie Inn.”

“Great!”

Greg joyfully added, “If these fish sell, I’ll give you a hundred yuan straight up.”

“Deal.”

The motorcycle driver was also happy and quickly brought Greg to the county seat.

Riverhaven County was economically backward, and there weren’t many big hotels. The most famous was Reverie Inn.

At this moment, in the office of Reverie Inn, Lois Abbott sat in the boss chair, rubbing her forehead with a worried look.

Ever since her father fell seriously ill, the hotel’s business had been going downhill day by day.

What was worse, the hotel had caught the attention of someone named Brandon Brent, who at first kindly advised her, planning to buy the hotel.

Lois naturally disagreed, but Brandon Brent then started a relentless pursuit, intending to marry her so he could get Reverie Inn without spending much money.

Brandon Brent was nothing but a wealthy philanderer, indulging in a life of luxury and laziness, with women in his life changing more frequently than clothing.

How could Lois ever fancy such a man?

But how could she ignore him when his father was the chief of the inspection bureau?

Despite her strong reluctance, Lois could only feign civility with Brandon while looking for a way to boost the hotel’s business.

A turning point for the hotel’s business finally arrived recently.

Chestor Ware, the richest man in Riverhaven County, had somehow heard that eating Dragon fish could prolong one’s life.

Therefore, he let it be known that whichever hotel could procure Dragon fish would be the designated venue for his banquets.

Hearing this news, all hotels went crazy.

Chestor Ware was the richest man in Riverhaven County with an extensive network. Whichever hotel gained his favor meant hitting a veritable goldmine.

They wouldn’t have to worry about business for life!

Naturally, Lois didn’t want to miss this opportunity and started to gather information about Dragon fish from everywhere.

However, the Dragon fish had almost become extinct in recent years; where could one find them?

Just then, Brandon Brent falsely claimed he knew where to get Dragon fish.

With the attitude of a drowning man clutching at straws, Lois followed him into Peach Blossom Mountain.

But halfway there, Brandon Brent actually spiked her drink with a drug, and luckily she managed to escape in time to thwart his plans.

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But even so, she had lost the most precious thing a woman can possess.

Thinking of that handsome face and his sturdy body, Lois Abbott’s complexion turned rosy.

She took a deep breath, stood up, and decided to take a walk to the doorway.

However, as soon as she reached the entrance, she saw a familiar figure.

What was he doing here?

Could he have found out who I am and come looking for me?

A hint of coldness appeared on Lois Abbott’s face as she quickly walked over.

“Why are you here?”

Greg Jensen stood at the entrance of the Reverie Inn, about to make a phone call to the procurement manager when he heard the voice. Turning around, he froze.

Because the person speaking was none other than the woman he had spent the night with in the cave the day before yesterday.

Greg Jensen could hardly believe his eyes; he had thought it would not be easy to find her, but there she was, right in front of him.

“What are you doing here?”

Lois Abbott asked coldly, radiating an air of frost.

Seeing her unfriendly attitude, Greg Jensen cautiously replied, “I’m here to sell fish, I had an appointment with the procurement manager.”

Lois Abbott’s brows furrowed even more deeply, “Are you threatening me?”

Greg Jensen, puzzled, said, “What do you mean? I’m not threatening you, I really am just here to sell fish.”

“Sell fish? What fish?”

“Dragon fish, I’ve heard…”

Greg Jensen wanted to continue explaining, but as soon as Lois Abbott heard the words “Dragon fish,” her face immediately darkened as if she had been provoked.

“Dragon fish? You’ve certainly done your homework on me!”

Lois Abbott was very angry; the other party even knew she needed Dragon fish, which obviously meant he had come prepared.

She had mobilized so many people yet had not found the Dragon fish. How could it be such a coincidence that this man in front of her had found it?

“What’s the big idea coming all this way? One night wasn’t enough for you, and now you want a second?”

“No, I really am here to sell fish…”

Lois Abbott didn’t listen to his explanation, “I told you not to harbor any inappropriate thoughts! Don’t push me!”

“I really…”

Greg Jensen was cut off by Lois Abbott before he could finish, “Get out! Now, immediately, right this instant. I don’t even want to see you one moment longer!”

Greg Jensen was speechless; why wouldn’t this woman listen to his explanation?

“Where’s security? Security!”

Lois Abbott was clearly agitated, her chest rising and falling with her anger, the proud headlights trembling.

“What are you all eating for? Hurry up and throw him out!!”

Seeing two security guards rushing over, Greg Jensen had no choice but to leave.

This woman was simply unreasonable and impossible to communicate with.

As Greg Jensen exited the inn, he could still hear the woman’s voice instructing the security guards never to let just anyone in again.

He sighed deeply; it seemed selling fish at this inn was out of the question, as the woman must be some kind of leader.

And the prospect of Dual Cultivation with that woman was far too difficult.

The rickshaw driver, seeing him chased out, asked in surprise, “What happened? Why were you thrown out?”

Greg Jensen replied with a wry smile, “Who knows? The woman must be crazy.”

The rickshaw driver appeared to feel that he had lost face, especially since he had vouched for Greg Jensen only a short while ago, and here he was being thrown out.

“Get in the car. I’ll take you somewhere else, where you can definitely sell the fish!”