Chapter 366

Chapter 366

Before Mr. Jamerson on the other end of the phone could speak, Sydney hung up.

Then, folding her arms, she declared, “Once I buy this industrial zone, the first thing I’ll do is fire you!”

The old man appeared to be in his 60s or 70s, and she saw no need for a man of his age to be a security guard.

The security guard flicked away some ash from his cigarette, dismissively replying, “I’d rather go home and enjoy my retirement anyway!”

Around ten minutes later, a portly, balding man rushed out.

Upon seeing him, the security guard promptly stood up and greeted, “Hello, Boss…”

Mr. Jamerson nodded with a smile, and then, with a fawning look, turned to Sydney. “My dear, I’ve been waiting so long for you!”

Due to financial difficulties, he was in desperate need of funds.

During their previous discussion, Sydney had mentioned she would think it over.

He assumed that she might have found his asking price too high and was considering reducing

Yet to his surprise, Sydney had called today to confirm the purchase and even opted for a full payment.

With 100 million, all his problems would be solved.

“Mr. Jamerson, your security isn’t very efficient. Just to save some money, did you really need to hire an elderly gentleman to guard the entrance?”

Sydney crossed her arms and glanced at the old man with disdain.

The security guard seemed agitated. “What’s wrong with being old? Am I taking anything from you? Don’t underestimate the elderly! I doubt even your grandfather can handle the responsibilities of this job at my age!”

Sydney smiled faintly. “My grandfather’s worth over 60 billion. Do you think he’d need to work as a security guard?”

Mr. Jamerson interjected, chuckling awkwardly. “Ms. Zell, this elderly gentleman is the father of Jupiter, the head of Jonford Inspection Office. And just a decade ago, he was also the president of the Jonford Martial Arts Association!”

Upon hearing Mr. Jamerson’s praises, Mr. Holt smirked proudly.

Mr. Jamerson continued, “The Long Lake Industrial Zone is rather remote and often attracts riff-raffs looking to extort protection money. None of them are a match for Mr. Holt. In other words, he’s worth 20 regular guards!”

Leaning closer, he whispered, “And the most important part? He’s cheap. A monthly salary of just 2,800 dollars. Where else can you find such a guard?”

Sydney raised an eyebrow, her previously haughty demeanor instantly dissipating as she

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flashed a sweet smile. “Sir, I spoke too harshly just now. I apologize for my earlier comments.’ Mr. Holt was a former president of the Martial Arts Association, indicating he was at least at a master level in martial arts.

The masters her grandfather hired had annual salaries starting at a million.

She realized she had overlooked a treasure.

Mr. Holt snorted. “Mr. Jamerson previously struggled with business, and I didn’t press him for a higher salary. If you buy this zone, I’ll need at least 3,500.”

Sydney showed her cute little canine teeth and cheerfully responded, “I’ll offer you a monthly salary of 10,000!”

Ten grand to hire a master in martial arts was a steal.

“I said 3,500, and that’s it. Not a penny more!”

He turned and went back to his security booth to continue smoking.

Sydney looked bewildered. Was it possible for someone to think they were being offered too much money in this time and age?

Led by Mr. Jamerson, Nash and the others easily entered the Long Lake Industrial Zone.

After Nash explained their intentions, Mr. Jamerson sent a message in his bosses’ group chat for the industrial zone.

Shortly after, the owner of a textile factory brought Yasmin to them.

Nash and Xeno located an empty conference room.

While Xeno stood guard outside, Nash led Yasmin inside the room.

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