Chapter 211: Chapter 210: Calling a Deer a Horse 1

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“Young man, you’ve misunderstood!”

Roosevelt Shaw stood rooted to the spot in complete bewilderment.

He had said one thousand and five, not one hundred and fifty thousand!

Even his shabby little shop wasn’t worth fifteen thousand! A simple canopy and some seats were hardly any expense.

“One thousand and five!”

He explained again.

“Yes, one hundred and fifty thousand! That’s what you said before, one hundred and fifty thousand!”

Miguel Abbott added from the side.

“Buddy, you must have heard it wrong, right?”

Roosevelt Shaw looked at Miguel Abbott, his face a picture of disbelief. What was going on? Had he not made himself clear, or was this guy’s hearing off?

“Yes, Boss Shaw indeed said one hundred and fifty thousand, and that five thousand was just the interest for these fifteen minutes.”

Maddox Ridge quickly chimed in.

Get the money, sort out the matter, so he could leave as soon as possible.

He really didn’t want to stay here a moment longer. “I said one thousand and five!”

Roosevelt Shaw was starting to feel anxious.

“Yes, you said one hundred and fifty thousand! Don’t believe me? Ask anyone.”

Julius Reed said smilingly.

“Fine!”

Roosevelt Shaw walked up to one of Miguel Abbott’s employees and asked,

“Kid, did I just say one thousand and five?”

“Yes! You said one hundred and fifty thousand!”

The employee replied with no change in expression.

One had to be shrewd to work for Miguel Abbott; anyone else would have been kicked out long ago.

Now that their boss had made his stance clear, how could they not understand what he meant?

“Hey, this is crazy!”

Roosevelt Shaw shook his head and approached an employee of Maddox Ridge’s.

If Miguel Abbott’s people were in on the deception, surely Maddox Ridge’s people would tell the truth, right? After all, the two sides were not familiar.

“You…”

“You said one hundred and fifty thousand, I heard it loud and clear. Fellows, how much did Boss Shaw say?

“One hundred and fifty thousand!”

Before Roosevelt Shaw could even speak, the employees behind all shouted in unison.

He began to doubt himself. Could it be an illness, like that cerebellar atrophy mentioned on TV?

“Tell me, how much did you hear just now?”

He crouched down, looking at Remus Smith, who was nearly in shock.

The two had bad blood between them, and because of Roosevelt, Remus’s leg was broken; surely a man like that wouldn’t help him out, right?

“One… one hundred and fifty thousand…”

Remus Smith replied in a weak voice.

If Roosevelt Shaw hadn’t asked, everyone would have almost forgotten about Remus’s presence.

“You guys too, he’s like this already, why not send him to the hospital?”

Julius Reed pointed at Remus Smith, who was close to fainting, and said with a hint of distress.

It was as if the injured person was his good brother.

“Right! Didn’t you hear Mr. Reed? Hurry up and take him to the hospital, stop getting in the way here! And take Azai Martinez too! Just looking at him annoys me!”

Maddox Ridge immediately gave the order. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to send them to the hospital; after all, they were his employees.

But without Julius Reed’s permission, he wouldn’t dare!

“Since they’re going to the hospital anyway, I presume they won’t die. Here’s what you’ll do: break both their legs, then send them to the hospital, no problem, right?”

As soon as Julius Reed finished speaking, a chill emanated from behind Maddox Ridge.

Indeed, this young man was no pushover.

He wondered how there could be any thoughts of peace.

“Losing two legs is certainly better than losing life! Come on, do it!” Maddox Ridge steeled his heart and waved his hand behind him.

“Boss! Boss, you can’t do this…”

Azai Martinez let out pitiful howls, while Remus Smith fainted on the spot.

Without a word, the employees picked up steel pipes and relentlessly beat the two men’s legs!

Soon, Azai Martinez also passed out from the pain.

Then the employees dragged the two men like dead dogs, threw them into the van, and sped towards the hospital.

As soon as they left, an employee with cash arrived on their heels.

Two large suitcases, exactly one million and five hundred thousand.

“This money should, after all, be taken from the people and used for the people! ”

Julius Reed looked at the pile of cash and then at the dilapidated old district: “Although it’s not a lot of money, it’s still enough to build a trade market for the neighbors. At the very least, you won’t need to occupy the streets anymore, and it will bring poverty alleviation opportunities to more people.”

Although Julius Reed was not usually concerned with these matters, when encountered, he felt obligated to do something about it.

“This…”

Hearing Julius Reed’s words, Roosevelt Shaw knelt down excitedly: “Young man, on behalf of the villagers, thank you!”

Planning a farmers’ market had always been everyone’s wish.

The old district was almost neglected, with many areas abandoned. Next to the street, there was a vacant lot.

But the thought of coming up with such a large sum of money made many hesitant.

Add to that the issue of who would contribute how much, which was a big nroblem.

Now, with this one million and five hundred thousand, plus the free labor of the neighbors, everything could be settled quickly.

After all, no one had to pay a penny and someone was willing to invest, which motivated everyone greatly.

“It’s nothing, just lending a hand. That Maddox Ridge, since Roosevelt Shaw isn’t too nimble, you and the others help him clean up his place, and replace any tables and chairs that need replacing. And when the market is built, you better pitch in!”

Julius Reed helped Roosevelt Shaw up, comforting him: “Focus on getting your daughter through university, don’t hold her back! We’re also getting hungry, shouldn’t you show us some gratitude?”

“Done!”

Roosevelt Shaw sprang up from the ground and ran to the back kitchen to fire up the barbecue.

Meanwhile, the other small vendors outside, hearing that Julius Reed was financing the farmers’ market, also brought over their signature delicacies for Miguel Abbott and his companions to taste.

Allen brought his people to take their seats and began to eat and drink merrily within the food stall.

Maddox Ridge’s men brought a large number of tables and chairs in less than thirty minutes, set them up for Roosevelt Shaw, and then quickly left.

After drinking through three rounds, Julius Reed glanced at his watch, stood up, and prepared to leave.

It was getting late, already past eleven without him realizing it.

Although he had lived for countless years, he didn’t eschew the pleasures of the Mortal World.

Enjoying some street food was also a long-lost pleasure.

Otherwise, what a long hardship the march of time would be.

But as he left the food stall, he felt something was amiss.

Someone was following him.

At that moment, the night market was bustling, full of people. Taking advantage of the chaos, Julius Reed quickly weaved through the crowd and entered an old residential complex.

Due to years of disrepair, no one lived there anymore; the glass was all broken, leaving behind empty frames.

“Come out!”

After confirming there was no one around, Julius Reed turned around and stared at a corner of the old residential complex.

“Hehe! Julius Reed, you really are quite capable!”

A group of people emerged from the corner, each holding a weapon.

“Today, this will be your final resting place!”

The leader stepped out of the shadows, his steel knife glinting in the moonlight.

“You’ve chosen a fine grave for yourselves!”

Julius Reed looked at the approaching figures and said with a smile..