“If you’re not going to study anymore, then integrate into society as soon as possible, become self-reliant, and repay Uncle Cai and Sister Zhu. That’s what you think too, right?”

　　Brian Carter nodded, “Yeah, Mr. Grant, how do you think I can quickly turn a few thousand yuan into a million?”

　　Eric Bennett finally looked at him in surprise and burst out laughing, “Keep dreaming! In your dreams, you can have anything.”

　　Brian Carter didn’t say more, but started thinking. Right now, the mainland is full of golden opportunities. Going back to do business and make money is just too easy. As for capital… when it comes to capital, the border between the Northeast and the Big Bear is the golden age for smugglers.

　　A truckload of watermelons for a tank—once you get the tank, even if you sell the steel by the kilo, it’s a huge profit.

　　And in just a year or two, the real estate and stock markets in Japan will both collapse, ushering in the glorious era of the “Sanhe Gods.”

　　VCD and DVD players are about to appear, which will crush the Asian film industry, but make Tokyo in Japan hotter every year!

　　It’s like picking up money off the ground!

　　He silently pondered all sorts of ways to make money along the way, thinking about which one suited him best right now—making money and starting a business—until Eric Bennett drove up to a commercial building dozens of stories high and parked the car.

　　Brian Carter suddenly spoke, “Mr. Grant, there’s something I want to discuss with you.”

　　Eric Bennett, “???”

　　He looked at Little Brian a few more times out of curiosity, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, “Do you smoke?”

　　After speaking, he lit one for himself and handed one over.

　　Brian Carter also lit up, took a couple of puffs, coughed a few times, and said seriously, “I have a friend who also dropped out of school. His family has relatives who immigrated to North America. Among the older generation, there’s a type 1 diabetic who needs to inject insulin every day.”

　　“The insulin for type 1 over there, a 400-unit 10ml vial, retails for about 25 US dollars, which at the current exchange rate is 212 RMB.”

　　“They have to use it every day, all year round, so it’s a big expense for them. They can’t afford it because they don’t have health insurance. They found out that insulin is much cheaper in the mainland—a 400-unit 10ml vial is only 6 RMB. That’s a 35-fold price difference…”

　　Eric Bennett coughed violently… started coughing like crazy.

　　Then he threw the cigarette out the window, his face flushed as he stared at Little Brian, “What kind of nonsense are you talking about? How is that possible? The same product, a price difference of dozens of times?”

　　“Thousands of percent profit?? That’s not reasonable!”

　　Who is Eric Bennett? He’s also someone whose family went through huge changes. He lived in a mansion as a child, his father was a well-known real estate developer, but when he was in Form 3, his father went to prison. He worked part-time and studied, earning a thousand bucks in Form 3, ten thousand in Form 4, and twenty-five thousand in Form 5.

　　That was in the late 1970s in Hong Kong, when the average monthly salary was just over a thousand!

　　He dreamed of getting rich, just like Brian Carter—a money-chaser!

　　After graduation, he started Wai Hing Trading, selling everything from umbrellas and alarm clocks to video game consoles. The trading company was just a middleman for second-hand goods.

　　He’d even had a partner steal hundreds of thousands from the company account, leaving him chased by loan sharks.

　　After struggling for so many years, at 30 he was still at the bottom.

　　And now he suddenly hears about insulin for type 1 diabetes—a 6-yuan vial versus over 200 yuan? Is that for real??

　　Brian Carter took a drag on his cigarette, spread his hands, and said, “If you don’t believe me, go check it out right now!”

　　Eric Bennett got out of the car, grabbed his brick phone and made a call. After one call, he got back in the car, “My trading company has partners in Guangzhou. I already called to ask. We’ll have the mainland price answer soon.”

　　“Why? This can’t be! North America?? Did your friend say why?”

　　Brian Carter nodded, “Because in North America, pharmaceutical giants like Eli Lilly join forces to conquer the FDA, customs, and other agencies, using sky-high drug prices to squeeze money from millions of diabetic patients.”

　　“In the eyes of those super conglomerates, patients are just leeks to be harvested again and again, while the big bosses lie in their gardens collecting money.”

　　Eric Bennett was dumbfounded, staring at Little Brian as if meeting him for the first time in his life. Was this really the 18-year-old who’d lived upstairs for five years, Ma Zhiqiang’s cousin??

　　A good student… with great grades??

　　Of course, he was a top student too—who wasn’t?

　　Brian Carter was very calm, “My cousin gave me 5,000 yuan before, which can buy over 800 vials of 400-unit 10ml insulin. At Eli Lilly’s retail price, selling to North America would be 175,000 Hong Kong dollars.”

　　“Of course, in reality you have to sell at a lower price to get sales, but even if you sell at 100 RMB per vial, that’s turning 5,000 into over 80,000 in one trip.”

　　Eric Bennett was racking his brains, “Customs, right, customs wouldn’t let you bring in goods like that, right? That can’t be possible.”

　　Brian Carter nodded, “We could fly with the goods to Canada. The retail price there is much lower than in North America, and a lot of North American patients go to Canada on weekends and holidays to buy medicine.”

　　“But even in Canada, the retail price is still much higher than in the mainland.”

　　“My friend’s relative, after finding out they couldn’t bring medicine out of the mainland through North American customs, also tried going to Canada on weekends and holidays to buy medicine.”