A normal hiring transaction definitely wouldn’t go like this. The reason everyone is communicating so smoothly here is because Julia Walker trusts Brian Carter, Little Brian trusts Mark Foster... it’s all one connection after another.

Sitting in the private room, drinking tea and having some snacks, after Kevin Foster and Old Hill left chatting about all sorts of gossip, Mark Foster finally got serious. “Since this involves violent criminals, Brian, do you want to give Uncle David and Ms. Clark a heads-up?”

Brian Carter shook his head. “No need. Telling them more will only make them worry. I can handle this myself.”

The next moment, he took out the previous land purchase contract and twenty thousand yuan. “Mr. Harris, I just bought a parking lot plot with underground karst caves in Sheung Shui. I plan to contact the newspaper and publicly announce that I’ll convert the parking lot into a charity Taoist temple.”

“I don’t know any media people, so I’d like to ask you, Mr. Harris, to help me check things over.”

“And also, the 400,000 left in my account is the principal for the next insulin trade.”

Mark Foster, “……”

Mark was dumbfounded for a while. Looking at Julia Walker, he saw that this young lady just had a look of eating melon and enjoying the show, so he asked suspiciously, “I’ve heard before that top developers like Mingda and Yihai want to do major construction in the New Territories... the total investment is estimated to be several billion HKD.”

“Investing bit by bit??”

Brian Carter nodded happily. “Exactly. This plot with underground caves is within Mingda’s development circle. As long as I hype up the news a bit, if Mingda doesn’t spend a few million to buy it back from me, I won’t agree.”

Mark Foster took a deep breath. “You even dare to green-blackmail Mingda?”

He called it green-blackmail because this is just like how real estate groups buy up old buildings, build new ones, and sell them at high prices, basically robbing money from citizens like cutting leeks.

Now he felt like he was meeting Little Brian for the first time, looking him up and down, scrutinizing.

Brian Carter was very calm. “Precisely because Mingda is a big company, they have to care about their corporate image and set an example as a model entrepreneur in the new era. That’s why I’m blackmailing them. At most, they’ll just send a few thugs to hassle me afterwards.”

“But Mingda, decades ago, didn’t they also build saltwater buildings, bribe officials, and use insider prices to win bids for projects? Compared to Mingda’s early days, my methods are much cleaner.”

“Not illegal at all.”

“Two or three million in profit—isn’t it worth it?” Mark Foster was screaming “damn” in his heart. In his view, he himself wasn’t this kind of person, but if his old friend Eric Bennett knew about this, he’d be the first to jump in and make a move.

Two or three million—how could it not be worth it? Right now, in the triad, hiring someone to kill costs just tens of thousands, that’s the going rate for a hitman. Some unscrupulous Big Brother will give you a few thousand to hack someone to death.

The next moment, he grabbed the contract and land deed. “Alright, I’ll help you find someone. Tsk, how long has it been? The initial 5,000 yuan John gave you is about to turn into 5 million.”

Is this really eighteen years old??

At eighteen, he was still a top student in school, using his dad’s money to study and work hard, while Little Brian at eighteen was going wild, figuring out how to turn 5,000 into 5 million!

Blackmailing two or three million from the land deal, and the next 400,000 could turn into 1.6 million?

A lot of ordinary rich kids’ first startup capital after graduation is about the same, not to mention in his mind Brian Carter is basically a half-orphan.

Mark Foster glanced at Julia Walker again and said, “From now on, Brian, you must be careful and pay attention to your personal safety.”

Whether it’s The Walker Family’s jewelry store being robbed by violent criminals or blackmailing Mingda, these aren’t things normal people can handle.

Brian Carter nodded with a smile. “Don’t worry, Mr. Harris, I know what I’m doing. Don’t tell Mr. Clark and the others.”

After Mark Foster left, Julia Walker finally asked curiously, “So what do we do next?”

Little Brian spread his hands. “Wait.”

………………

The waiting time passed in a flash. Brian Carter heard as an auditor that at the exhibition, Eric Bennett’s electronic Bug Machine didn’t sell well at first, but eventually met the Japanese businessman from the original timeline. However, the Japanese game console company wanted to buy out all the rights to the Bug Machine for a lump sum.

Then they’d destroy the product—spending money to buy out the entrepreneurial drive of Hong Kong’s video game companies.

It’s like how Coke and Pepsi would later go to the mainland to buy Tianfu Cola and Laoshan Cola, then shut down the factories and bury the brands.

In the original timeline, Eric Bennett was always short of money and had to sell under pressure to get by. Now, he’d rather let it rot in his own hands than sell.

Sophie Collins, just like in the original timeline, joined Eric Bennett’s Wei Hing Trading, because of John Clark, the warm guy...

Old Clark, this warm guy, could only be described as introverted and secretly passionate. As long as it was a beautiful woman, he’d fall in love at first sight, and every time it was unrequited love ending in heartbreak.

All that can be said is that in this world, from the first time John Clark met Sophie Collins to the end of the game expo, his relationship with Sophie Collins developed well, but it was still unrequited love.

After Eric Bennett left the Bug Machine behind, he took Mark Foster and John Clark and teamed up again to fly to Manila. He needed his employees and friends to help check in and transport insulin luggage—absolutely essential.

While waiting for news from the private detective, Brian Carter wandered around Hong Kong, having a great time. Both he and Julia Walker were unfamiliar with Hong Kong during this period, so they had a blast exploring.