Vehicle Appraiser Brian

Vehicle Appraiser—Brian

September 12, 2005.

Federal America, Los Angeles.

A certain mid-to-high-end apartment.

Brian pushed away the softness in his arms, got out of bed, and drowsily opened the window. Holding his slightly aching waist, he looked out at the clean streets that had been washed by a night of torrential rain, his still-slumbering mind gradually clearing.

His movements woke the woman in bed.

A thick spill of golden hair spread apart, revealing the fair face beneath.

She was a white woman who looked quite young.

There was still a lingering flush on her face from a wild night.

Cold air poured into the room.

The woman wrapped the blanket tighter around herself, a seductive glint passing through her sleepy, wide eyes. "Why not sleep a little longer?"

Brian ignored her.

He tightened the cashmere robe around himself, went to the desk, took out a sheet of parchment covered in intricate patterns, and began writing briskly in the language of Federal America:

Vehicle Appraisal:

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At the bottom of the paper.

Brian signed his name, took out a seal, and stamped it over the signature.

And with that.

A fresh vehicle appraisal was completed.

He placed his appraisal certificate in front of the woman still curled up on the bed. "Thank you for your patronage. You may now take your things and leave. If you'd like to shower, please pay an additional twenty dollars."

"No romance at all!"

The woman muttered, then accepted the certificate.

But when she saw the A-grade evaluation on it, she still could not help revealing a delighted smile.

Last night's hard work had not been in vain!

The black-haired, brown-eyed man before her was a vehicle appraiser who had gained a modest reputation in Los Angeles over the past few years.

With this professional appraisal report.

Her value would rise by a great deal.

"Thank you very much for your appraisal, Brian. If you ever need anything, contact me anytime!" The woman winked at Brian. "Free of charge!"

Brian did not react much to the woman's hint. He only nodded faintly.

The reason he insisted on doing vehicle appraisals.

On one hand, he was badly short of money right now.

On the other hand.

This method could slow the worsening of his psychological illness.

After seeing off the disappointed woman.

Brian pounded his sore waist and turned on the TV.

His recent stretch of high-intensity part-time work had left him physically and mentally exhausted.

A man in his twenties, with the body of someone in his thirties, and the erectile tissue of someone in his fifties—that was the truest description of his current state.

Fortunately, he had finally scraped together his adoptive parents' medical expenses for this month.

On this day off.

Brian planned to let his body, already near its limit, take a proper break.

On the TV, the hot news was currently being broadcast: "...according to observatory data, tonight... the once-in-thirty-years astronomical anomaly known as the Blood Moon..."

"This news again."

Brian frowned and switched to a channel airing a soap opera.

Blood Moon.

The Blood Moon in the news was not like the simple reddening of the moon from his previous life.

Instead, the entire earth, regardless of northern or southern hemisphere, no matter whether it was day or night, would be shrouded in blood-red light at that moment!

This astronomical anomaly that had not existed in his previous life always made Brian think of those teachers who had accompanied him through one lonely night after another back then.

Unfortunately, they were all gone now.

Brian was a transmigrator.

This world was somewhat like a parallel world of his previous life.

However, the names of some countries had changed somewhat.

Some technologies were also far more advanced than they had been in 2005 in his previous life.

As for Brian, he supposed he had transmigrated into a fetus.

His mother was a pure-blooded Italian, while his father was of mixed Italian and Chinese descent. Both of them had been very good-looking.

Having inherited their excellent genes, Brian had black hair and brown eyes in this life, with sharp, well-proportioned features and delicate, cool pale skin. From childhood, he had looked as exquisite as a porcelain doll.

Until Brian was eight.

His parents disappeared during a road trip.

Just like in his previous life, Brian became an orphan once again.

Because his relatives far away in New York had Mafia ties, were all scumbags with rap sheets a mile long, and could not pass the guardian qualification review of the child welfare agency, and because there were no suitable adopters at the time, Brian was sent to the Children's Home to wait for adoption.

That kind of place was not as warm as people imagined.

Sometimes, being too good-looking was not a good thing for a child without parents to protect him.

Fortunately, Brian was not truly an eight-year-old child.

He also had help from distant relatives.

After experiencing some unpleasant things...

In the end, with his eldest uncle's help, Brian was adopted by a kind couple and grew up safely.

As for his part-time job as a vehicle appraiser, that also had something to do with Brian's relatives.

Several years earlier.

Brian, who was still in college, had been troubled by his expensive student loans and started thinking about ways to make money.

Unfortunately, although he had lived two lives...

In his previous life, Brian had been nothing more than a loser shut-in with no real social experience, average intelligence, and poor emotional intelligence. He had lived off the inheritance his parents left him. Every day, he either played games or hammered away at his keyboard, pontificating online like he had the whole world figured out, or else studied certain "learning materials" and polished the ancestral spear.

Make money?

Sorry, as a useless bum with no drive, he could not earn a cent!

Brian's greatest achievement in his previous life was probably the enormous collection of learning materials on his computer hard drive, enough to start several community websites.

That was also the greatest regret of both his previous life and this one.

His sudden death had come too abruptly.

He had not even had time to format his learning materials.

Wasn't that making an innocent, law-abiding, chaste older successor like him die with his name dragged through the mud?

"Hard work" would never go unrewarded.

Drawing on the accumulation and foundation of countless days and nights in his previous life...

Brian quickly found a path that suited him.

Through the channels of his gang relatives who had come to develop in Los Angeles, he relied on his decent looks and smooth talk to successfully land a part-time job as a vehicle appraiser. After his internship ended, he quickly built up some word of mouth in the circle.

Some ambitious independent women in Los Angeles would, through various channels, spend money to seek "training" from Brian, and finally obtain an appraisal report issued by him.

For example, the barely legal girl just now.

She had been referred by her mother, who had tasted the benefits herself and was equally ambitious.

There were many similar examples.

Over the past few years...

Relying on these independent and ambitious entrepreneurial women, Brian had not only paid off his student loans but also rented his current home in a mid-to-high-end community in the city.

The reason he had not bought it...

Aside from the fact that this home had a sale price of more than 1.3 million dollars, it was also because Brian's much-respected adoptive parents had both been diagnosed with severe Genetic Disease at the beginning of this year.

That not only wiped out his previous savings but also left him with quite a bit of debt.

However, the vehicle appraiser job was only Brian's part-time work.

His main job was as a forensic assistant at the Los Angeles County Forensic Bureau.

A forensic doctor was also known as a medical examiner. Although there were some differences between the two, both were specifically responsible for examining bodies discovered by police departments within their jurisdiction, determining the cause of death, and issuing authoritative reports.

As a half-baked slacker assistant who had gotten in through connections and had already been on the job for two and a half years...

Brian really could not muster the slightest bit of love for this profession.

The reason he did not resign was simple.

If he resigned, he would die!

Chapter One had been revised, so probably several hundred chapter comments disappeared.

A modern technological era with just a tiny bit of magical alteration.

It barely counted as mid-level martial power.

The protagonist was decisive and ruthless, but in the early stages, he was still small fry—not the kind who started off insanely strong like in the previous book.

The pacing in the first few chapters will be a little slower.

This book is set in a parallel world. Some place names will be fictional, so dear readers, please don't take them too seriously. Just treat it as entertainment.

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