493: Chapter 276: Locking Down the Culprit_2 493: Chapter 276: Locking Down the Culprit_2 This mindset should improve vastly once he marries Susan and has his own descendants.
As for now…
He wanted to wrap up this case first, then drive to the beach to practice his Sword skill or perhaps slip into a new set of clothes and wander around the bustling city, searching for part-ti obsession jobs…
Thus, Brian interrupted the increasingly off-topic conversation, “Old Harden, what I an is, what if you could set up an outsourcing-like project, a California crawler database that updates regularly, how long would that take?”
“Outsourcing?”
Old Harden seed a bit lost.
Brian nodded, “Ahem, a temp worker…
the kind with a track record of misconduct but beyond the reach of the law.”
Old Harden realized, “This could work; it isn’t technically challenging, but it does require circumventing institutional site security defenses and surveillance from IT departnts, needing ti and the purchase of independent servers…
at least a month, not as simple as you think.”
“Then it looks like this case can’t proceed like that.”
Brian nodded, then took out Susan’s checkbook, wrote down a number, tore out the check, and handed it to Old Harden: “Still, go ahead with it.
The team will reimburse you.”
Seeing the digits on the check, Old Harden’s face brightened, “I love reimbursents!
By the way, Brian, should I give you a kickback?”
Brian shook his head, “You deserve it.”
Talents are rare.
As for money, it’s just a string of numbers.
Brian was already planning to recruit Old Harden and his friends from the web in the future.
Right now, whether it’s the ga company or the data scraping services, they were just bait to hook them.
Work together a few more tis.
Then it’d be easier to make a move.
If they refused, no matter.
Readymade evidence of cris: stealing official database information, jeopardizing national security, infringing on citizens’ privacy—if they didn’t work for him, they’d all be jailed, then they’d have to work to redeem themselves, and even their wages could be suppressed.
Ultimately, all roads lead to Ro.
“It’s good to have power…”
Brian muttered to himself, his gaze on Old Harden growing warr.
…
Old Harden, unable to bear Brian’s intense gaze, pocketed the check and changed the subject:
“By the way, Brian, what are you planning to na your Crow?
How about Caesar?
I watched a movie recently where an ape nad Caesar ended up ruling over humans.
Crows, being social animals, might later help us lead a bunch of other crows.”
“That sounds good… but you should discuss it with Shi San since he’s the older brother of our little crow,”
Brian replied casually.
Lying on the table, Shi San twitched his ears and cooperatively licked the little atball in his arms: “Woof Woof Woof~”
Old Harden and the female clerk turned to Brian, “What’s Shi San saying?”
“He says to call it Salty atball…”
…
While everyone discussed the crow’s na, a weary Green rushed back to the office.
He ca bearing a whole box of docunts.
“Boss Brian, here’s all the data you requested.
I specifically went to the community office and even managed to get so temporary worker data from a few agents, luckily, these guys don’t value such docunts and had tossed them in boxes, saving them…”
However, his buddies didn’t find much.
There was a nearly fatal misunderstanding with the local gangs; it was only after Ivan and his team intervened that a fight was prevented…
This had caused so delays.
Now Ivan and his friends had handled the local gangs, and he anticipated so results tonight.
Green said this with a touch of helplessness.
The poorer the neighborhood, the more active the gang mbers are.
They eye all strangers entering their territory with suspicion and hostility, demanding to know your purpose there, and if they were high on drugs, they might even attack unprovoked.
This unique environnt greatly hindered Green’s brothers’ inquiry work.
Brian nodded, “Well done, you’ve done very well, Green.”
…
Susan had gone to assist Brian with the ‘botanical garden’ project.
That left Brian with more personal ti lately.
He planned to pull an all-nighter to handle this case.
Old Harden and the female clerk paused their discussion on the crow’s na to also lend a hand.
The four of them started sorting through the data Green had brought back.
Brian first reviewed the previous hoowner’s information.
The man was a xican with a wife and three children, a contractor who led a group of xicans in miscellaneous low-cost renovation and temporary jobs, with no criminal record within the United States.
However, the man had vanished.
Ivan and his team had previously investigated; all they knew was that the hoowner had packed up his family and fled without a word, driving off in the middle of the night.
Only a few xicans who regularly worked with him knew about this.
From the available data, there wasn’t much information to extract.
Brian could only start reviewing the remaining docunts.
But the yield was minimal.
These transient workers, unless they had families, mostly lived unstable lives, working sporadically with very high turnover rates, and leaving very few personal details behind.
No one cared about these lower classes.
In a country abundant with immigrants and undocunted workers, they continuously siphon cheap labor from neighboring areas, and with these people lacking even a semblance of a vote, no one cared about their conditions.
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