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Adrian Wright laughed, “Don’t you have any idea?”

Spencer Burley laughed even more lewdly, winking at Greg Jensen, “Greg, you’re something else, huh? Even managed to handle Queen Qin?”

“Queen Qin?” Greg Jensen asked, puzzled.

“Yeah, don’t you know about President Qin’s nickname?”

Greg Jensen shook his head, indicating he didn’t know.

“President Qin is domineering in her affairs, quite the queenly demeanor, plus she has numerous admirers, hence she got such a nickname.”

“Haha, who would’ve thought? So many people desire her but can’t get her, and in the end, Queen Qin actually falls into Greg’s hands.”

Greg Jensen, seeing the mocking looks on both their faces, couldn’t help but scowl, “Don’t talk nonsense, I didn’t!”

“Come on, brothers aren’t fools, we can all see that Queen Qin is obviously exercising the rights of a woman of the house,” Spencer Burley said, laughing.

“To hell with you, the more you talk, the more you confuse things!”

Greg Jensen didn’t want to listen to him anymore and turned to ask, “Adrian, how’s the vegetable base doing? After the opening of Dreamscape Garden, we’ll need a lot of premium vegetables.

“Right now, all the vegetables are being brought in from Peach Blossom Village, and the freight cost is too high. Besides, it’s about time to start working on the fruit and vegetable supermarket.

“It would be best if we could get the vegetable base up and running before the supermarket opens.”

Adrian Wright pondered, “The current pace is very fast already. We plan to start with one hundred acres, then plant while continuing to build more greenhouses.

“How many more to build will depend on the needs of the fruit and vegetable supermarket.”

“Alright, get it done quickly.”

After chatting with them for a while, Greg Jensen then went back inside the house.

The women had finished eating and were sitting together chatting. When they saw the three men come in, Louisa Burley got up to leave.

Seeing this, Spencer Burley and Adrian Wright volunteered to escort Louisa Burley and Vivian Shimpson home.

Taylor Ware stayed behind, talked to Greg Jensen about the medicinal herb processing factory, and then left on her own.

For a moment, the room was empty of people.

All that was left was Liliana Grey, who had drunk quite a bit of alcohol at noon, sleeping in the adjacent resting room.

Greg Jensen went in to look at her, saw she was sleeping soundly, and didn’t call her.

By this time, the congratulatory guests had all left, with only a table of regular customers yet to settle the bill, but the sales figure for the afternoon had already been calculated.

Kingsley Harrison, holding the tallied figures, rushed to Greg Jensen with a somewhat dazed expression, “Boss, the afternoon sales figures are in.”

“Hmm, how much did we sell at noon?” Greg Jensen asked, slightly tired.

“Thirty-six thousand.”

“How much?” Greg Jensen asked in disbelief.

Kingsley Harrison also doubted he had read it wrong, quickly looked down at it again, then looked up, somewhat bewildered, “No mistake, it’s thirty-six thousand.”

Both of them were astounded!

As everyone knows, the busiest time for a restaurant is in the evening, with sales usually being double or even more than those at noon.

Based on past experience, Dreamscape Garden’s evening sales should be able to reach around sixty thousand at the very least.

Plus the thirty thousand from noon, that’s a hundred thousand in one day, which amounts to thirty-six and a half million a year!

That figure genuinely gave Greg Jensen quite the shock.

With the profit margin in the catering industry being roughly between 50% and 70%, this meant that if every day’s sales were no less than today’s, then the earnings for the year would be between eighteen to twenty-five million.

Kingsley Harrison’s breathing became rapid as he said, “Boss, do you think we can maintain this level of sales?”

Greg Jensen thought of something and looked at him with a half-smile, “Do you think there’s a possibility that because it was the opening, we invited many guests who didn’t settle their bills, so the sales were just over thirty thousand?”

Kingsley Harrison was stunned and said slowly, “You mean… there will be even more by tomorrow afternoon?”

Greg Jensen shook his head and smiled, “Not tomorrow afternoon, but tonight.

The sales data from lunch is inaccurate, so we can’t use it to predict tonight’s sales. Do you understand?”

“I get it, but…”

The lunch data is skewed; if everyone had paid, sales should be around fifty thousand, and tonight they should be able to exceed one hundred thousand.

In other words, under normal conditions, Dreamscape Garden’s daily sales should be around one hundred and fifty thousand, with annual sales exceeding forty-five million, and profits reaching a staggering twenty million plus.

A private home-cooked meal restaurant with an annual profit of over twenty million, is there anything more astounding than that?

If this were made known, probably no one would believe it.

Even Greg Jensen himself was somewhat incredulous.

Kingsley Harrison felt the pressure mounting and said with a pained face, “Isn’t that too much?”

“Not at all. Just work hard. In the future, we will certainly open even larger restaurants, and you’ll be in charge of these businesses.”

“Okay… alright.”

Greg Jensen patted his shoulder encouragingly and then left, humming a tune.

Dreamscape Garden’s strategy seemed to be the right move. It appears that the high-end market is where the money is. How could an ordinary restaurant sell so much?

Logically, the more expensive a restaurant’s dishes, the higher the profit should be, but this theory does not hold water at Dreamscape Garden.

Because the best-selling medicinal cuisines at Dreamscape Garden all use extremely expensive Chinese herbs, which are all sourced from their place of origin.

The reason modern Chinese medicine is not as effective is largely due to the change in origin.

The same herb from the south can be vastly different from one in the north, with the medicinal effects even being completely opposite at times.

Beyond that, some herbs are less effective because the processing techniques are substandard.

For instance, raw rehmannia roots require nine rounds of steaming and drying before they become processed rehmannia. Nowadays, many people take shortcuts, thinking it’s close enough.

There are also many misinformed individuals who replace the “drying” process with baking on a clay bed.

As a result, the effectiveness of the herbs is greatly diminished.

The herbs used at Dreamscape Garden, however, are all processed according to ancient methods and from their original locations.

The cost of purchasing these herbs naturally is much higher, and the profit margin decreases a bit.

Take the Nourishing Congee, for example, priced at 998 per portion. In other restaurants, similar medicinal dishes might have a profit margin of over 80%.

But at Dreamscape Garden, the profit for this medicinal dish is less than 60%.

So, although the dishes at Dreamscape Garden are expensive, the profit margins are not particularly high.

Even so, Greg Jensen was already very satisfied.

One must be content in life; an annual profit of over twenty million is a considerably strong income.

Even in a first-tier city, that would be quite impressive.

Greg Jensen was in high spirits as he prepared to go meet Vince Cooper and the others, when suddenly he felt an intuition and hurriedly drove back home.

After reaching home, he sent a message to Vince Cooper, saying he had something urgent and that if they returned, they should not disturb him.

After that, he sat cross-legged in his bedroom, grabbed a handful of Qi and Blood Pills, and gulped them down.