Speaking of this, she remembered that she was the illegitimate daughter disliked and resented by Mrs. Walker. Back when she was at home, Mrs. Walker was always nagging her not to stay in Hong Kong for no reason and to return to North America as soon as possible.

Visiting often seemed a bit impossible.

Brian Carter shook his head. “Being a chef isn’t out of the question, but it’s too slow to make money. How long would you have to work as a chef before you could settle down and start a family?”

“Try to earn your first pot of gold, then go back to the mainland and take a look. There are more ways to make money there, business opportunities everywhere.”

Hadn’t he heard of a certain celebrity in the entertainment industry who, in the early 90s, opened a clothing store of over a thousand square meters in a prime location in Beijing, and easily made tens of thousands a day? Driving a Benz, handing out hundred-yuan bills as tips?

Besides, you could use a can of several hundred grams of canned meat in Moscow to easily trade for a gun, and they’d even throw in bullets. How much does a few hundred grams of canned meat cost? But if you brought the gun and bullets back to Hong Kong, you could easily sell them for tens of thousands on the black market.

Canned meat in the mainland costs just a few yuan or a few dozen yuan? Change the environment and that’s a hundredfold profit margin.

Even a few boxes of instant noodles could get you a Russian girl or a young wife in Moscow, living with you for a month.

The only thing he lamented was that at this stage, he only had master-level Bajiquan, master-level culinary skills, and the art of the revolver—too few abilities.

Julia Walker grew even more curious. “You said you’re from Nandu, and before high school, you grew up there? Your family still has an old house?”

Brian Carter nodded. “Yeah, my family’s old house is in Xuanwu Shamao Alley... Huh? Seems like something strange slipped in.”

He absentmindedly rubbed his chin, feeling that the name Shamao Alley sounded familiar? Luckily, the old house in Shamao Alley wasn’t like the one in ‘A Lifelong Love in the Courtyard’—let’s just have a big drink!

Julia Walker waved her small hand in front of his eyes. “What do you mean by something strange? I’ve never been to the mainland in my life. What’s Nandu like these days?”

As the illegitimate daughter whom Old Zhou had left in North America for years, in her early twenties, she was naturally full of curiosity about the world.

Brian Carter took another sip of tea. “Hurry up and wash the pots. Once we’re done with the dishes, we should leave. Better safe than sorry—what if the kidnappers come back and block us in? That’d be awkward.”

Julia Walker exclaimed in disbelief, “You finally realize what’s illogical about you? We’re in a stranger kidnapper’s house, cooking and eating!!”

Brian Carter waved it off. “It’s fine, this kidnapper can’t beat me, and he’s not that fierce.” If they went to the Regent Hotel now, they might even catch the kidnappers Ethan Price and Mrs. Walker at their hotel room door.

…………

Half an hour later.

After putting on makeup, Julia Walker carried a camera and stood with Brian Carter by the roadside, looking left and right. She said excitedly, “Where are we going now?”

Little Brian thought for a moment. “The millions your family lost last time must have had an inside man. Three people: Mrs. Walker, Mrs. Walker’s younger brother, and Ethan Price.”

“If we rule out Ethan Price, that leaves only two targets.”

Julia Walker nodded. “My dad’s in poor health, and the jewelry company is completely controlled by that woman. For three million in payment, she has no need to handle it this way.”

“When we get it back, I’ll give you thirty percent. I already tried to negotiate for you on the phone just now. My dad will give you at most thirty percent, as thanks for saving my life!”

Deal.

Only one target left!

This was what she had agreed on with her dad during the previous phone call.

Speaking of which, since Little Brian saved her and broke the kidnapping plot, why not just thank him with cash? Ethan Price kidnapped her just to extort 800,000... If Brian Carter had asked for tens of thousands as a reward for saving her while Ethan Price wasn’t home, how would that be any different from the kidnappers?

Brian Carter nodded. “Remember, it’s after tax. I’ll go collect some debts first and get a ride while I’m at it.”

Those blond punks who broke into his house in broad daylight last time still owed him 30,000 each. Although the agreed seven-day deadline hadn’t arrived yet, maybe if he went to collect, they’d have it ready?

………………

Causeway Bay, Russell Street.

When Brian Carter stood in front of a repair shop, took 60,000 from two blond punks, counted it, and put it in his bag, he said under their pitiful gazes, “The stuff’s at my place. Come pick it up tomorrow.”

“Oh, and I don’t have a driver’s license yet. If I want to drive now, do you have any recommendations?”

The blond punks grinned and explained, “Boss, I just bought a little scooter. You can use it as you like.”

“Is this the lady boss? Boss, you have great taste. The lady boss is as beautiful as a fairy from heaven, so ethereal and refined...”

“Hey, what are you standing around for? Go get the boss the scooter, and don’t forget two helmets.”

When the punk ran off and brought over a small electric scooter, Brian Carter took a helmet and handed it to Julia Walker. “Let’s go, we’ll use this for now. We’ll talk about buying a car after I get my license.”

Julia Walker felt a little embarrassed. “My dad even said that if I can get this money back, he won’t make me go back to North America. I feel like he really values me this time.”

With her long legs, she felt a bit awkward sitting on the little scooter, but now wasn’t the time to worry about comfort.

Having lived in North America for years, life wasn’t hard, but she only mixed in the Chinese immigrant circles, which was nothing like Hong Kong, where there were fellow countrymen everywhere, making her feel at ease.