Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!
Chapter 319 - 208: Starting a Briefcase Company, Prison Case

Chapter 319: Chapter 208: Starting a Briefcase Company, Prison Case

In the following days, Brian was busy with film shooting arrangements.

He not only set up an anonymous account for the shooting funds but also invited the leading actress.

The actress was a socialite.

The concept of socialites actually dated back to the Middle Ages. There were many social gatherings in the West, and in the East, there were teahouses with performances. Often, the essence of both was quite similar.

To blend into such situations, snag a wealthy suitor, or gather resources had strict requirements.

First was appearance and temperament, second was conversation and manners, third was taste and accent... Yes, accent was also key, especially for upper-class gatherings which had their standards.

The last one was identity, which was the least important.

After all, once outside, identity was self-proclaimed.

These were some of the unwritten rules in the United States. If it were England... let’s just say, from the moment you spoke and they heard your accent, they could tell whether you belonged in their circles or not.

Then there were matters of attire, family background, appropriate clothing, and accessories for different times and occasions...

Over there, it felt like how Brian imagined the nobles in the past, preoccupied with various strict norms, an outsider truly couldn’t integrate, forming an invisible class circle.

Thus, being a ’socialite’ there was mostly women with genuine status.

This included politics and other aspects which seemed classless but had clear thresholds set, unreachable for ordinary people, even if wealthy.

In the United States, things were slightly different, not so intensely particular.

Brian’s client had previously been part of the English circle; her family’s business failed later, and her mother took her to live in the United States.

Her appearance and temperament were impressive, and she was quite knowledgeable about the inner workings of social circles. Unfortunately, she had to lower herself for some money, making her one of the rare high-end clients Brian had.

She had the aura and knew the ins and outs - once involved in the shooting, she would certainly bring appeal to it.

This was likely to greatly increase the chances of fulfilling Brian’s obsession.

To invite her to participate in the film, Brian offered one million US dollars in remuneration and promised to technologically enhance her image, which prompted her to agree to meet.

She would decide whether to take the job after seeing the male lead.

"Ah, a million US dollars, previously I’d have to shake down my bed to make that much, plus the odd bits on extras and other participants, location rent, production team expenses... Oh yes, that old man’s monthly expenses aren’t small either; that old boy gets quite reckless with money..."

Brian recounted and was startled to realize.

He seemed to be running out of money again.

...

Tomorrow was a day off.

At noon, Brian returned to the office with Shi San after lunch and sat idly in his chair.

Susan walked in from outside, heading straight to where Brian sat. Frowning, she said, "Brian, what’s wrong? You seem a bit distracted these last couple days?"

The previous poisoning case at the sushi restaurant, suspected to involve a Mutant Beast, was reported by Susan to NW headquarters, and she was no longer in charge of the case.

She was idle once more.

Brian sighed, "I’m running low on money. I’ve been needing some money recently, but I haven’t encountered any cases involving Mutants lately, which makes it hard to make money."

Upon hearing this, Susan looked puzzled.

Other than Brian’s beloved motorcycle, she hadn’t seen him have any major expenses. Combined with previous bonuses, sales of medals, and so on, Brian should still have had plenty of money.

After thinking for a while, Susan pulled out a small wallet from her jeans and placed a bank card in front of Brian. "This is the annual dividend from my family’s business. After over a decade, there should be a few tens of millions of US dollars in it. You can use it first. The password is my birthday."

Looking at the ordinary-looking bank card, Brian inhaled sharply.

Although he had long known that Susan was wealthy, he never expected her to be this wealthy.

She was speaking in terms of tens of millions.

This made it hard for Brian to even feel firm in his resolve.

It was like she was forcedly feeding him.

Ultimately, Brian refused Susan’s financial care.

It wasn’t because he was too shy or embarrassed, but purely because he didn’t want Susan’s banking email to receive notification of expenses for the film shoot.

He had the money for hiring people and shooting the film.

What Brian contemplated was whether there was a stable and legitimate way to make money.

Regrettably, in business, he was clueless in both his past and present lives, understanding nothing. Although some ideas from his past life seemed copy-pastable, executing them wasn’t so straightforward, and he faced issues of incompatibility.

Ideally, the best money-making opportunity was through internet and hardware development in the 21st century.

However, this world was a parallel universe compared to his past life, along with influences from the Blood Moon causing deviations in development post-World War II.

After over sixty years, many things had changed.

The insights from Brian’s past life were outdated in this world.

"After thinking for several days, it feels like the fastest and most convenient way to make money is through violent crimes like robbery, damn it, no matter how I think about it, I seem like a born criminal..."

Brian was quite troubled.

That was until he met Tom.

With no recent cases, Brian mostly loafed around, and as Brian’s forensic assistant, Tom had been joyously getting paid to play games these past days.

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