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Brandon Brent pleaded earnestly, “How about this? I’ll join the people on that side and investigate; whoever finds out counts as their own credit.”

Listening to the once spoiled rich kid being so well-behaved, Greg Jensen couldn’t help but smile silently, then asked, “Where are you now?”

“I’ll be arriving at Jamae City soon, in about twenty minutes, I’ll definitely make it to the downtown area.”

“Hmm, I’ll send you an address, just come over directly.”

“Okay.”

After hanging up the phone, Greg Jensen found it funny himself.

First, it was Big Boss Liu, and now Brandon Brent; it seemed that as long as they were second-generation bullies whom he had dealt with and they didn’t die, they all turned over a new leaf.

He shook his head, stepped out of his house, got into his H6, and drove to the Wright Family Clubhouse.

Adrian Wright had asked him to visit the clubhouse when he had time yesterday, mentioning there was something to discuss, but he didn’t specify what it was, so just now Greg Jensen had directly sent the clubhouse address to Brandon Brent.

“Good morning, Mr. Jensen.”

“Hmm.”

Greg Jensen nodded at the lobby manager and headed straight to Adrian Wright’s office.

“Adrian, what did you want to see me about?”

“Haha, good news.”

Adrian Wright sat down on the couch and smiled, “I went out for a spin these past few days, did some market research on the jade industry, and I think there’s a lot of potential there.”

Greg Jensen asked in surprise, “Why are you suddenly interested in doing this?”

“After winning against Nathan Humphrey that day, I’ve been thinking about it. I had some free time these past few days, so I went out to take a look.”

“To get into jade, you need professionals and channels, right?” Greg Jensen said hesitantly.

Adrian Wright laughed, “The channels are there. My dad has a friend who just happens to deal in jade over in Kun City. We can go into partnership with him, which is basically helping him expand into Jamae Province’s market.”

“Do you mean for me to invest as well?”

“Yeah, I feel more at ease with you involved, hahaha.”

Upon hearing this, Greg Jensen couldn’t help but smile, thought for a moment, and then said, “Investing is fine, but what’s his plan? To directly sell carved finished products here?”

“How much can one earn by selling finished products? The main focus should really be on gambling on the stone.”

“Hmm, that means getting involved, right?”

Adrian Wright’s face showed delight, and he laughed, “Definitely. Here’s the deal: he takes thirty percent of the shares, the remaining seventy percent is split between us—you take four parts, I take three. How about one million per share?”

“That’s fine, draft an agreement later.”

Greg Jensen did not beat around the bush and agreed immediately; jade was a business that could make big money.

Of course, that referred to those merchants who did not gamble on stones themselves. If he also got involved, that would be uncertain.

Adrian Wright knew Greg Jensen would agree, so he was prepared, and quickly had his secretary bring over the agreement.

After reading it, Greg Jensen signed his name on it, then transferred four million to Adrian Wright.

He had spent quite a bit on the materials for the Elixir, and including the four million for the investment, Greg Jensen’s cash on hand, originally over ten million, was now less than four million.

Money is hard to earn!

Greg Jensen felt a bit anxious. Although it was just an investment and he could earn the money back in the future, that was still something that would happen later.

The feeling of urgency became stronger as he watched his money dwindle.

It was like a nightmare, wasn’t it?

He decided to call Liu later, asking him to hurry over. They needed to build the Jamae City vegetable base as soon as possible.

And the Peach Blossom grocery store needed to open too. When the time came, he’d bring Lois Abbott over to manage the grocery store, while Greg Jensen would continue to be his hands-off manager.

Within two or three months, the Peach Blossom grocery store must be opened, and the Jamae vegetable base must produce premium vegetables.

That way, Greg Jensen would have another source of income.

Adrian Wright noticed that Greg Jensen’s expression was off and asked, “Greg, are you ill?”

“No, no, I’m fine, as fine as can be.”

Greg looked down at his bank card balance and let out a helpless sigh. It wasn’t that he was overly greedy; it was just that he spent money too quickly.

Without a substantial amount of cash in hand, he felt somewhat anxious.

Just then, the lobby manager came in and said, “Mr. Jensen, there’s someone looking for you downstairs. He says his name is Brandon Brent.”

“Yeah, let him come up.”

“Alright.”

After a while, Brandon Brent followed the lobby manager upstairs.

Brandon Brent was the same as always: skinny, with a somewhat sinister look in his eyes, and only when he saw Greg did a sycophantic smile appear on his face.

“Did you feed the Elixir I gave you to some damn puppy?”

Seeing him like this, Greg felt his anger surge and frowned, then took out another Elixir and tossed it onto the table.

Brandon’s eyes lit up like a hungry dog seeing food, and he lunged forward to grab the Elixir and stuff it into his mouth.

“Don’t be in such a hurry to eat it. Take it in doses, or you won’t be able to replenish yourself properly.”

Greg gave him a once-over, frowned, and said, “Starting today, you’re quitting sex and alcohol, get a personal trainer, and exercise at the gym every day.

If in one month you still look like some kind of ghost, then you might as well dig a hole and bury yourself.”

Brandon shuddered. Anyone else might have just been using scare tactics, but coming from Greg, if he said he’d bury you, then you’d have to be buried.

“Heh, Mr. Jensen, I understand.”

“Sit down, I have a job for you.”

Upon hearing this, Brandon’s spirits immediately lifted, and he said excitedly, “Just say the word, whatever you assign me, I’ll handle it perfectly.”

“Starting today, I want you to investigate someone. I don’t care what methods you use, but you must find out everything about this person, inside and out.”

“No problem, who are we looking into?”

Greg was silent for a moment, then glanced at Adrian Wright.

Adrian was startled and thought he was in the way. As he was about to get up to leave, he heard Greg say, “The Locke from the Locke family of Jamae!”

“The Locke family from Jamae?”

Hiss!

Brandon and Adrian both inhaled sharply, their faces showing shock as they looked at Greg.

Greg’s mouth curled up into a slight sneer and said coldly, “If you’re too scared to take on the job, just say so, and I’ll find someone else.”

“No need, I can do it!”

Brandon quickly assured him, his life was in Greg’s hands, and upsetting Greg could mean big trouble for him.

Plus, he had seen that Greg had made a great fortune in just a few months; he was definitely not an ordinary guy.

To mix with him definitely promised a future.

That being so, rather than disobeying behind his back, it was better to do a good job on the assignment Greg had given, aiming to leave a good impression on him.

Should Greg be in a good mood someday, even a small favor could be enough for Brandon to live on.

Seeing Brandon agree, Greg didn’t waste words, stood up to leave, and left Adrian Wright to sort out Brandon’s fees.

Whatever Brandon spent, he’d settle the account when he came over.

In the following days, the renovation progress of Dreamscape Garden sped up day by day, and news of it steadily began to spread throughout Jamae City.

“Have you heard? Someone bought Dreamscape Garden and is renovating it.”

“Dreamscape Garden? Isn’t that the haunted house? Who’s the big sucker that bought the place?”

“Haha, there’ll be fun to watch now. Remember how when Alfredo Harrison renovated it, a few people died? Let’s see if this time the body count surpasses Harrison’s.”

“You might be disappointed though, they’ve been renovating Dreamscape Garden for half a month now, and there hasn’t been a single problem.”