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Chapter 320 - 208: Starting a Briefcase Company, Prison Case_2

Chapter 320: Chapter 208: Starting a Briefcase Company, Prison Case_2

Public food is still the best.

He came up from the underground floor, originally to get Old Hardenn to sell him a perspective hack at a cheaper price, so he could give the players who had tormented him a technological shock.

Seeing Brian’s distracted look, he smiled and sidled over, "Brian, buddy, what are you thinking?"

Lazily holding a cigarette, Brian put his feet up on the desk, "Thinking about how to make money, Tom, what do you think people like us can do to legally make a lot of money?"

Tom thought for a bit and casually said,

"If it were before, definitely some part-time work, like a Funeral Director or something, as long as you collaborate with some funeral companies, you could get some orders.

But if it’s you, you might consider doing some detective work, I heard the investigative rewards for some divorce cases are pretty generous.

If you think it’s too bothersome, you could also work at a club after work, your face alone could make you rich. If all else fails, didn’t you get involved with the team leader? I heard her family is quite wealthy..."

"Get lost!"

Brian gave Tom the middle finger, "I’m serious."

Tom helplessly spread his hands,

"I’m serious too, to make money, you either rely on your body or on skills and talent.

I’ve also thought about why I didn’t study harder back then, then anything like a bit of science and technology would make money just by owning the patents.

Even game design would work, a blockbuster game could easily sell for millions of US dollars..."

Listening to his fragmented thoughts, a light bulb went off in Brian’s mind.

Right.

Games, and various software.

But not any AAA titles, or turn-based games that netizens wait for, but those addictive online mini-games, like popping sheep and jumping boxes.

These don’t require high technical skills.

It’s about creativity and novelty.

Actually, something like Happy Farm isn’t bad either, mix in some features like campus beauty contests and such, farming + social interaction. It might even develop into a major social IP, package it and sell it, and achieve financial freedom straight away.

But that requires funds and connections, too cumbersome, can be handled by someone specialized in the future, not now.

Thinking this,

Brian quickly pulled Old Hardenn aside and began whispering.

Moments later.

Old Hardenn looked at Brian strangely and nodded.

...

Old Hardenn knew a lot of people.

That very afternoon, a lawyer proactively visited to collect Brian’s personal data, preparing to help him register an online shell company.

The name would be Shi San, Shi San Online Games.

Mainly because Brian didn’t want it to be too on the nose when players cursed the company as being run by dogs.

The lawyer was quite diligent, reminding Brian that the number thirteen, in many places in the West, is considered unlucky, similar to the number four in Brian’s previous life, and it might not give a good first impression.

Brian didn’t care.

Ever since meeting Susan, he had nothing to do with poverty.

He was just casually giving it a try.

This lousy company completely went by a shell agency model, its address being the B6 group’s office building, game development was outsourced to Old Hardenn’s side.

Brian initially wanted Old Hardenn to join as a technical partner, but the guy wasn’t very optimistic about Brian’s games and only wanted to earn a fee.

..

After signing all the agreements.

After getting busy with these.

The time came to a little past four in the afternoon.

Brian was cheerfully preparing to leave early with Susan.

He had arranged to have dinner with Susan tonight.

The lethargic detection dog Shi San also followed lively behind, ready to leave early with Brian to become a salary thief.

Old Hardenn, this geezer, however, inconveniently appeared in front of them, "Brian, there’s a new case."

Brian: ..

Susan gave a slight smile, "Looks like our date is off again tonight."

Brian said speechlessly, "Tell me, what’s the case?"

Old Hardenn looked innocent as he handed over a piece of paper, "It’s a prison case. A prisoner was stabbed to death in his sleep, but the prison guards can’t find the weapon and can’t figure out why he died in his own room, so they reported the case."

Upon hearing this, Brian was surprised, "A prison case, why would it appear in our system?"

These kinds of prison death cases have their own independent department handling them.

The two systems are entirely separate.

"The identity of the deceased is a bit troublesome. He was a high-ranking member of the Aryan Brotherhood. The Brotherhood is quite infuriated by his death.

They pressured the prison and expressed distrust; that’s why this case ended up with us, and specifically with our B6 team, mainly because of you, Brian.

The Aryan Brotherhood is vast, especially influential in prisons.

The prison side wants someone capable to handle this case.

Currently, in the operations department, your profile is the most impressive.

Therefore, the issuing side designated you to conduct the investigation. As a return, the prison will pay you an additional technical consulting fee."

Brian was planning to have Old Hardenn decline the case, given it was a prison matter, until he heard the name Aryan Brotherhood.

This is one of the largest gangs in the United States, originating from prisons, and its main members are white prisoners, identified by Nazi Party cross tattoos and bald heads.

Their membership consists of white individuals because they uphold white supremacy. Members are widespread, almost in most prisons within the federation.

Brian, when previously at the Mexican border completing the mission on Transformer obsession, had an encounter with a Beastification person from the Aryan Brotherhood because of that girl Sandy; he had personally killed the opponent.

As for the girl named Sandy, Brian had also arranged for her to help search for Beastification people with talent points like neural reaction enhancement.

But until now, Brian hadn’t received any feedback from Sandy.

It was unknown whether she took the opportunity to run away or if she had yet to make any findings.

According to information Sandy had revealed before, the Aryan Brotherhood habitually purchases those unbranded Beastification Reagents from the black market.

This time going to solve the case might connect him with some folks in the Underworld.

Thinking of this, Brian apologetically looked at Susan, "Captain, it looks like our candlelight dinner tonight will have to take place in the car."

Susan nodded indifferently, "Actually, I prefer going on calls. It’s much more interesting than just eating boring stuff, like completing missions."

Of course, the premise is doing it with someone she likes.

...

The prison where the incident occurred is not in the city but rather in a place called Tuo Meng City, roughly forty kilometers from downtown Los Angeles.

Brian was unfamiliar with this place.

Susan had heard of it, "Tuo Meng City is a small city with a population of only about a hundred thousand. It doesn’t have much of an economy; probably the only industry is the prison economy.

Many dangerous criminals are imprisoned there, and it contributes quite a tax revenue to the city every year.

Of course, NW also sources from there every year; I encountered some goods received from there during my training at the base, so I have some impression of the place."

Naturally, the goods Susan mentioned weren’t cheap industrial products produced by the prison, but rather people.

She didn’t like these aspects very much, so she rarely spoke about them.

Brian had never been to prison in either of his lives.

He was somewhat curious about such places.

Memorizing the route map.

He drove Susan’s car, with her and the dog, heading to the prison located in Tuo Meng City...

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