They agreed on a meeting spot, and Eric Bennett quickly met up with Brian Carter and Lauren Harris. They chatted for a while about what they'd been up to—both of them were still unemployed and continuing their job search.

Lauren Harris started complaining, “Eric Bennett, I’m actually a bit jealous of you. You have a real skill, so you don’t have to worry about graduating at all.”

“You can easily make as much as a regular graduate’s monthly salary.”

Brian Carter laughed, “It’s just good timing. Ten years ago, not so many people were buying computers. We just happened to catch the market explosion.”

“I even looked it up—some media reported that in the first quarter of this year alone, over 3.7 million computers were sold nationwide, a massive 18 billion yuan market.”

“At this rate, it looks like over ten million units will be sold this year. Ten years ago, could they even sell a million in a whole year?”

The next moment, Brian Carter laughed again, “But I still want to chase my dreams and ideals. I want to be an architect in Beijing, design an artist village full of artistic atmosphere, like Greenwich Village.”

“The central landmark would be a huge, complex maze…”

Talking about his dreams, Brian Carter’s face lit up, and Lauren Harris listened with longing, clearly attracted by his talent.

Eric Bennett, “……”

He maintained a graceful yet polite smile. Young people, just out of college in their early twenties—most go through a phase of being a bit over the top. Brian Carter’s dreams and ideals were nothing out of the ordinary, and even if his tone was a bit dramatic, it was fine.

It’s just a trait of youth.

Back in his previous life, right after graduation, he thought buying a house in the provincial capital would be a piece of cake—wasn’t it just a matter of having hands? He thought he was a genius… After ten years of struggle, he slunk back home.

If you’re not a little dramatic when you’re young, what’s the point?

As long as you’re not the type to wolf down meat and then curse your mother when you put down your chopsticks, you’re doing fine.

After a while, the conversation heated up. A BMW 7 Series drove up ahead, and Brian Carter finally stopped talking about his dreams and complained, “That’s my Uncle Liu’s daughter. Sometimes I really envy Uncle Liu—he can just sign off on projects at will…”

“Where does he live, what does he drive?”

“My dad, Jason Carter, is such a stubborn old man, like the little devils in ‘The King of Hell is Easy to See, the Little Devils Are Hard to Deal With.’ Uncle Liu and Jason Carter are about the same age, same job.”

“My mom really wasted her life marrying him.”

Eric Bennett and Lauren Harris exchanged glances. Lauren Harris was stunned for a few seconds, then laughed, “What are you talking about? Uncle Carter must have his own principles and convictions.”

Brian Carter scoffed, “Principles, my ass. He’s just a section chief…”

Eric Bennett coughed twice, “Is this rich girl hard to deal with?”

Brian Carter rolled his eyes, “What rich girl? Do I look like a young master to you? I worry about finding a job every day, just like you guys.”

“After today, you owe me a good meal.”

Eric Bennett agreed readily, “Let’s do it at my place. Invite Adam Clark, Emily Thompson, and the others. I’ll treat you to three meals, and I’ll cook.”

He wasn’t Andrew Morgan, so he really didn’t know how to respond to Brian Carter’s grand declarations.

Jason Carter’s position in his forties was already the ceiling for an ordinary family! If Matthew Reed knew about Young Master Carter’s ambitions, he’d probably have another breakdown.

At this time, when real estate was about to explode nationwide, Jason Carter was someone that countless real estate tycoons would beg to have dinner with?!

Out of gratitude for Brian Carter’s help when he was just starting out, Eric Bennett would remember this favor when he made it big in the future, but he still needed to keep his distance from Young Master Carter’s way of doing things.

A moment later, the BMW 7 Series pulled over. A regular, cool-looking girl in the driver’s seat waved and smiled, “Brother Tao? Your new girlfriend is pretty cute.”

“Hey handsome, you’re not bad either. Who’s going to build my computer? Whether it’s ten thousand or twenty thousand, I only have one requirement: the best setup that can run any game. I play Audition, PopKart, and Fantasy Westward Journey. Money’s not an issue, but the games have to run smoothly.”

Eric Bennett couldn’t help but laugh—those games? Why would you need a top-tier setup for that?

Internet cafes everywhere had second-hand custom PCs for one or two thousand yuan, and you could find people playing those online games all night long in teams.

Oh well, he was still working hard to make next month’s rent, and still had student loans from uncles, aunts, and other relatives for three or four years of school…

Just do the job well, pick the best top-tier parts, and maybe recommend a few more demanding games to see if she’s interested.

…………

A few hours later.

Back at Xuan Special Zone Home, after seeing off a certain second-generation rich kid, he grabbed the 2,000 yuan she tossed him… That’s right, Miss Liu gave him 2,000 yuan for building two top-tier computers worth over 10,000 each.

1,000 per machine. Rich people really are extravagant—they only want the best, not what’s most suitable.

She said that even buying a top-tier brand-name PC was no big deal, but building her own saved a few thousand yuan, and it gave her bragging rights in the gaming world—her online friends would be impressed and think she was awesome.

How many gaming whales throw money around just for the sake of face?!

Eric Bennett thought for a moment, then handed 1,000 yuan to Brian Carter, “Mr. Carter, I’ll treat you to three meals, but you can’t refuse this. This money was too easy to make—you get a 1,000 yuan cut.”

“I bring the knowledge, you bring the connections. A fifty-fifty split is fair.”

Chapter 7: Now THIS is what you call small profits and quick turnover

Brian Carter stared blankly at the 1,000 yuan handed to him, “Ah, this isn’t right, it’s really not right!”

He said it wasn’t right, but he was clearly tempted.