Summit Farmer

When Peter Brown met Reynard Johnson again, it was three days later.

"Are you sure you really want to sell for 1 billion?" Reynard Johnson asked again.

Peter Brown smiled and said, "You should be ready, right?"

"Indeed, as long as you sell, I will definitely buy. I have prepared the 1 billion already. You want to buy land, don’t you? Can this money be converted into land? I have a piece of land that can be given to you as payment, which perfectly meets your requirements."

"Where is it?"

"It is an island on the eastern part of our county, about 30,000 square kilometers in size. I’ll credit it against your 500 million; it’s yours with permanent ownership rights. Once you buy it, it becomes your private domain."

Peter knew that this place was completely different from Hua Nation; here, one could privately own their land, and the Johnson Family had been aggressively acquiring some parcels domestically.

"What happens after I buy it?" Peter Brown asked.

"We’ve established a town on that island, and the Town Chief is one of my men. Now, after you go there, naturally, you will take over as Town Chief. The place is tax-exempt, and the income is yours to control. Within 10 kilometers of the surrounding waters is your jurisdiction; you can fish freely. Also, you can form your own private military."

At this point, Reynard Johnson said, "I won’t hide the fact that there is danger: pirates often attack there, and I have basically made no profit from it."

After some thought, Peter Brown said, "This is feasible. Additionally, I need a certain authority, that is, to purchase some machinery and equipment."