Chapter 158 Mr. Kanchef, you don't want your daughter..

"You're Brian?"

A middle-aged Mediterranean man holding a reception sign looked at the tall, handsome, squeaky-clean Brian before him and let out a sigh of relief.

This kid looks like a total sweetheart, an easy-going puppy dog.

Brian adjusted the glasses on his face and shyly smiled, "Yes, may I ask what my next steps are?"

In order to give a good first impression to his London colleagues and to lower their guard, Brian had gone out of his way to get a pair of decorative platinum Sven nerd glasses before setting off.

So far, it seemed to be working.

At least three or four flight attendants, five or six unknown ladies, and seven or eight imposing English gentlemen had left their contact information with him, but Brian had tossed them all into the trash bin.

He wasn't the kind to live off others!

The Mediterranean middle-aged man, clearly also had a good impression of Brian.