Summit Farmer
Chapter 338 - 337: The Spendthrift

Chapter 338: Chapter 337: The Spendthrift

Marcos Thompson personally sent the equipment and personnel himself, and as soon as he arrived, he said to Peter Brown with a smile, "Master, your abilities are beyond words, you can do anything!"

Peter Brown laughed and said, "Director_Wong, you’ve worked hard all the way."

"What hard work?" Being able to serve you, Master, is an honor to me."

"You could have just sent someone else. Your personal visit means so much to me." Peter Brown was touched by Marcos Thompson’s personal visit and had always had high regard for him.

Thinking of this, Peter Brown took out a jade bottle and said, "Director_Wong, I have a few life-saving elixirs here. They may be able to save your life in critical moments."

As soon as he saw the jade bottle that Peter Brown presented, Marcos Thompson was visibly moved.

His interest in Peter Brown was not unjustified since he truly believed that Peter Brown was extraordinary.

Now that Peter Brown had given him the medicine, and upon hearing the word "elixir," Marcos Thompson became extremely excited.

An elixir was something only cultivators possessed.

Marcos Thompson was thinking to himself that Peter Brown, being an extraordinary figure, would just not make such claims lightly. If he said it was an elixir, then it must be an Immortal Pill.

"Master, what kind of conditions does this cure?"

Peter Brown looked at Marcos Thompson and said, "You might want to try one. It should effectively treat your current conditions like high blood pressure and wind-related diseases."

"Ah!"

Marcos Thompson’s eyes lit up even more, thinking to himself that he had indeed made the right decision to come in person. Otherwise, how could he have received such a precious gift from Peter Brown?

"Haha, it’s not a big deal, please come in, Director_Wong."

After some laughter, they entered the yard, Peter Brown said, "The face masks I am preparing will have special effects. I believe there is a very broad market for them."

"The current market for face masks is saturated, and everyone is struggling to innovate. On what basis do you think you can do it?" Suddenly, a young man trailing behind Marcos Thompson spoke up.

Peter Brown turned his gaze to the young man.

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

frantically Marcos Thompson said to Peter Brown, "This is my young son. I brought him along to learn."

Peter Brown just slightly nodded, noticing that this young man seemed to have some prejudice against him.

At this time, Peter Brown also noticed that Marcos Thompson had brought quite a few people, and there was a large group of men and women.

"Master, this time I came to discuss with you the establishment of a global sales company. I will bear all the costs. As per our phone discussion, you hold a 90% stake, and we only hold 10%. What do you think?"

Peter Brown laughed and said, "Let it be so. You will be responsible for all overseas sales, but for domestic sales, I need you to train a team for us."

In fact, Peter Brown hadn’t given this much thought. When Marcos Thompson proposed it, he didn’t think too much about it. He thought to himself, if he wants to do it, let him do it. After all, Marcos Thompson had always listened to him, and letting him make some money wouldn’t be a bad idea.

However, what irritated Peter Brown was that Marcos Thompson’s youngest son seemed to hold some resentment against him and now he’s speaking up again.

"Dad, we haven’t even seen what the situation with the face masks is like. Why are we talking about setting up a sales company? Moreover, we have to put in both money and manpower. This is unfair."

The young man spoke up again, drawing everyone’s attention towards Peter Brown.

Peter Brown slightly frowned.

"Chase!"

Marcos Thompson let out a low shout.

"Dad, that’s just how it is. You agreed to everything on their say-so. This doesn’t match with how we have always run the Owen Family. Even though I know you have recognized him as a master, shouldn’t you at least take a look at the product? You have always educated us to understand the situation first before making decisions. What happened this time? Why did you give up your principles? Look at the situation here, nothing is ready, the products are not even out yet, and you want to establish a large sales company. That’s a big investment. I think we should try to understand the situation first before deciding."

At this moment, Peter Brown smiled faintly and said, "It seems you haven’t had a good discussion at home yet. There’s no rush, no rush. Talk it out first, then we’ll stop talking about sales for now. Since Director_Wong made a long way here, it would be good to take a look around and tour the place."

Originally, Peter thought the Owen Family were good partners, they had helped him a lot, and agreeing to let them set up a sales team to sell the products overseas was like handing out money. However, he didn’t expect that there would be disagreements within their family. Seeing the situation, Peter Brown decided to drop the matter of sales for now, after all, his product was not an ordinary one.

"Chase, get out!"

Marcos Thompson was angry at this point. He hadn’t expected that bringing his youngest son would lead to such a situation. Seeing Peter Brown’s indifferent expression, he knew that there might be trouble.

Marcos Thompson was a shrewd businessman who could see the complexity of the situation right away. His purpose of pleasing Peter Brown was multifaceted. Firstly, Peter Brown was a Fengshui Master, and the Owen Family benefited a lot from his help. Secondly, Peter Brown was able to formulate a wine that’s now a global bestseller. The woman named Phoenix Taylor has managed to sell this product globally, making a lot of money. Peter Brown, being able to formulate such a wine, should be capable of producing similarly brilliant products.

Another factor was that even if the product launch this time wasn’t successful, Marcos Thompson thought that he could form good relations with Peter Brown. He’d only lose some money, but the relationship would be closer. Perhaps, Peter Brown might have even better products in the future.

His son had ruined the words he had prepared, which left Marcos Thompson feeling extremely embarrassed.

"Master_Wang, don’t believe his words, let’s continue."

Shaking his head, Peter Brown said, "I enjoy doing things in an unfettered manner. Now that a problem has occurred within your family, it seems unreasonable for your family to handle all the distribution, and bear all the risks. I can’t bear the thought of doing that. So, apart from Southport, you can choose another country, and I will find someone else to manage the remaining countries."

"Master..."

Before Marcos Thompson could speak, Peter shook his hand and said, "I think we should just leave it at that. I may have been overlooking some aspects too. Setting up a distribution company now doesn’t seem to be the right move. I also have many contacts, and it wouldn’t be right not to give them some opportunities to cooperate."

Marcos Thompson was frustrated. Initially, the matter was proceeding smoothly, but now it had taken a turn.

At this moment, Peter’s cell phone rang.

It was a call from Adonis Harrison.

As soon as the call connected, Adonis asked, "Peter, you’re going to make face masks?"

"Yes, the equipment is now in place, and we’re about to start soon."

"Peter, no need to say anything else. The United States market does not have a general agent yet, right? Leave that market to the Harrison family."

"You want to be the general agent in the United States?"

"That’s right. This was proposed by my family. You know you’re an Alchemist, how can anything you create go wrong? We know that many families will want to become agents, and it’s not quite right for us to monopolize all the markets. We just need one."

"You sure are quick, I was just thinking about this."

"Don’t mention it. You decide, Peter. I seldom ask for favors, but this is what my family thinks."

Peter laughed and said, "Sure, you can have the United States market."

"That’s more like it."

Adonis Harrison was elated.

After the two had spoken for a while, Peter’s phone kept ringing. One after another, calls were pouring in about agency matters. Even Peter’s demands were met with a 100% satisfaction promise from them.

After ending the calls, Peter had already promised out the markets of many countries.

He bitterly smiled at the stunned Marcos Thompson: "These are all top domestic families. You heard their demands. They all want to be the general agent in a certain country. Your family also has old ties with me. Apart from Southport, let’s hand over the UK’s agency to you. Luckily, we didn’t really set up that distribution company. If we had, it would be somewhat troubling for these contacts of mine!"

Marcos Thompson was truly upset. If he hadn’t brought his son this time, and formed the distribution company, the Owen Family would have huge profits. What was originally a surefire moneymaking venture, had now changed.

If not for his consistent attitude, Peter might not even give him the UK market.

"Master, please no more changes!"

With a bitter smile on his face, Marcos Thompson made his plea.

Laughing, Peter said, "Well, this way is better. I can also save myself some trouble and focus on production. You can naturally handle the sales activities. It’s a good thing."

His youngest son snorted, "Who knows if it’s real or fake."

Peter laughed again, not bothering to respond to his comment.

At this time, Marcos Thompson glared at his son. His feelings of frustration were beyond words.

Sighing softly, Marcos said, "Those two college students you wanted to admit, I’ve already contacted them. They can start at Southport University at any time."

"Hmm, I really appreciate your help on this. Next, I will work on some projects in machinery manufacturing. We still have many things to cooperate on, and we will develop together at that time."

"Master, you must remember to include the Owen Family!"

After arranging for the members of the Owen Family to stay in a rather simple room, Peter left.

Staring at his youngest son with anger in his eyes, Marcos barked: "You are ruining this family!"

"Dad, what I said is not wrong. We haven’t even seen the product. Why should we invest so much money? Our family’s money doesn’t grow on trees!"

Moses Thompson was still shouting.

Pointing at his son, Marcos Thompson was furious. After panting for a while, he regained his composure, cursing his son for spending money recklessly, and sighing at how he had spoilt him, leading him to become arrogant and ignorant of his boundaries.