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Greg Jensen only then realized that Kenny Walker was the big brother of Riverhaven County, and calling him the Underground Emperor was no exaggeration.

Although he had already whitewashed and gone into business, which of those people mixing on the streets hadn’t been under his control at some point? Even that so-called Evan Holmes used to be one of his fierce warriors.

The extent of Kenny Walker’s power was apparent!

In other words, if you offended Kenny Walker in Riverhaven County, then forget about living peacefully.

The Brady Simmons before him was forced to sell his shop and develop elsewhere in another county simply because he had inadvertently angered Kenny Walker.

Speaking of offense, the real reason was that Kenny Walker’s wife took a fancy to Brady Simmons’ shop and didn’t want to spend a lot of money to purchase it so she just created a scenario.

Poor Brady Simmons, with not enough strength, had no choice but to be slaughtered.

Greg Jensen pondered for a moment before suddenly speaking, “Mr. Simmons, I have a question.”

“Please ask, Mr. Jensen.”

Since you’re willing to sell the shop for one million, why not sell it directly to Kenny Walker? Surely he wouldn’t be unwilling to pay the one million?”

Brady Simmons sighed, his eyes reddening as he said, “Exactly, that bastard only wanted to give three hundred thousand.

Three hundred thousand! Forget the renovations; when I bought this shop at the beginning, I spent over seven hundred thousand.”

Greg Jensen nodded, deep in thought, “I’ll take this shop of yours, but I don’t have that much money.”

“Greg Jensen!”

Lois Abbott, seeing he wanted to buy the shop, quickly spoke up to stop him.

Knowing full well that Kenny Walker wanted this shop, yet you spend money to buy it? Isn’t that the same as slapping the other party in the face?

If Kenny Walker finds out about this, would he just let it go?

Greg Jensen was fully aware of this as well but he didn’t take it seriously, smiling and saying, “No worries, I know what I’m doing.”

Brady Simmons seemed to hardly believe it, his voice dumbfounded, “Mr. Jensen, are you really going to buy?”

“Of course, there’s no shop in Riverhaven County more suitable than yours.” Greg Jensen smiled, blunt as ever, “However, as you’ve heard, I don’t have that much money, so I’m afraid you’ll have to make some concessions on the price.” “That’s alright, name your price!”

“Seven hundred thousand is all I can offer right now.”

Greg Jensen explained, “I’m not intentionally trying to drive down your price; it’s just really all I have at the moment.

If you think seven hundred thousand is too little, then I’ll need some more time to arrange the funds.”

“Seven hundred thousand?”

Brady Simmons furrowed his brow, pondering for a long time before clenching his teeth and saying, “Sold! Transfer seven hundred thousand to my account, and let’s go transfer the ownership immediately!”

“Haha, then it’s settled.”

Greg Jensen laughed as he extended his hand, “Pleasure doing business with you!”

“Pleasure doing business!”

Watching the two shake hands, Lois Abbott felt powerless, and so took the chance when Brady Simmons went to manage the transfer agreement to pull Greg Jensen aside.

“Greg Jensen, why are you being so impulsive, do you have any idea who Kenny Walker is?”

“Of course, didn’t Brady Simmons just say?”

Lois Abbott was at a loss, “You know Kenny Walker is not to be trifled with, yet you still want to buy this shop?”

“It’s his problem if he’s a tough nut to crack; we can’t just pass up a good business because of it, can we?”

Greg Jensen nonchalantly said, “The property is so much cheaper, it doesn’t make sense not to buy.”

Lois Abbott knew he was right, but thinking of Kenny Walker’s influence, she still worried.

Greg Jensen reassured her, “We’ll cross the bridge when we come to it. As long as we are fair in our business, I refuse to believe he can do us harm.”

If Kenny Walker really took it that far, he would be horrified to find that Greg Jensen was not from his world at all.

Lois Abbott saw that she truly couldn’t persuade Greg Jensen and could only sigh helplessly.

Greg Jensen himself still had about three hundred thousand left, and the million in startup capital that Chestor Ware had given him had dwindled down to about eight hundred thousand.

Together, the two amounts totaled nearly 1.2 million; after deducting the cost of the house purchase, there would still be roughly five hundred thousand left, which should be enough to open a vegetable supermarket.

Greg Jensen and Lois Abbott had already agreed that she would cover the remaining funds.

Brady Simmons, elated at having received the money, took Greg and the others to complete the property transfer that very afternoon.

The next morning, the construction crew Lois had found started further renovations inside the store.

“Hey, why is old Brady’s shop being renovated? Could it be that he actually sold the place to Kenny Walker?”

“I have no idea, but if Kenny Walker takes over this store, we’re probably in for a tough time.”

“The shop wasn’t sold to Kenny Walker, but to a young man. I heard the price was really cheap, only seven hundred thousand.”

“My God, that cheap?”

“Nonsense, who’d buy it if it wasn’t cheap?”

The noise of the renovation drew the attention of nearby shop owners, who gathered to watch.

A few stood at the storefront, discussing animatedly.

Greg Jensen returned from outside and, seeing a crowd at the door, approached out of curiosity.

He asked with a smile, “What’s everyone talking about?”

One enthusiastic individual explained, “Do you think the owner of this shop is a fool? He didn’t inquire properly before buying it.

This shop used to be owned by a guy who angered Kenny Walker, and some brash kid just went ahead and bought it.”

“Right, that’s foolish.”

“Sigh, I don’t think this business will last long.”

Greg, feeling playful, agreed, “Now that you mention it, it really does seem so.” Hearing someone agree with them, the crowd became more enthusiastic and began discussing even more spiritedly.

Greg mingled as an outsider, chiming in from time to time.

Before long, he had blended in with the group.

As noon approached, someone suggested going for lunch together. Thinking they were all neighbors and needing to foster good relationships, Greg went along.

“I wonder who the owner of the shop next door is; I would really like to meet

this talented person someday.”

After three rounds of drinks, the owner of the gold shop, Mr. Lin, chuckled and shook his head, his gaze suddenly landing on Greg. He asked, “Brother, what kind of business do you do?”

“Oh, I deal in vegetables and fruits and am thinking about opening a grocery supermarket,” Greg replied with a smile.

Mr. Lin’s eyes lit up, and he laughed, “That’s great, it’ll be convenient for buying groceries, haha.”

“Yeah, now when the wife asks to buy vegetables, I can go straight to Jensen’s supermarket.”

Someone asked, “Which shop did Jensen buy?”

Greg casually said, “Just the one next door.”

“The one next door?”

Everyone paused.

Mr. Lin, stunned, said, “Jensen, those two shops next door are both open for business, the only one that hasn’t opened is…”

Before he could finish, his face registered shock.

Because he suddenly realized, aside from those two shops which were already open, there was only one next door that hadn’t opened yet-that was Brady Simmons’ storefront.

The others also caught on, looking at Greg with a mixture of surprise and bemusement.

Seeing everyone’s reaction, Greg just smiled slightly and said, “Alright, I won’t play riddles with you all any longer; the shop I bought is indeed Brady Simmons’.”

The room fell silent all of a sudden, and everyone was stupefied.