Chapter 211 The Shy Potter (2/2)
Whenever Beverly Hills was mentioned, people would associate it with Ferraris, mansions, super-rich billionaires, and Hollywood stars.
Beverly Hills was recognized as a fusion of fashion and exquisiteness. It was a paradise where the rich and the famous resided, a place where celebrities loved to stay.
They passed by a series of skyscrapers, and only after an hour or so, they arrived at the place.
After alighting, Li Du saw an Armani store. The brilliant lighting from the store extended all the way out and illuminated the whole the street. The place was covered in white light, and the crowd of people was thick.
”Sh*t, there’s so many people here.” After spending too much time in the small city of Flagstaff, Mr. Li couldn’t help but be amazed.
Hans laughed, ”Welcome to the expensive and snobbish Rodeo Drive. This road goes up three districts, and is one of the most fashionable places in the city. Look at the displays on both sides—they’re all packed with the finest and latest fashions.”
Beside Armani was another clothing store called ”Zegna.” Li Du had never heard of that brand before.
He went up to their displays and looked. In one was a sky-blue coat, priced at 55,000 dollars.
With just that glance, he silently left. He now understood that he was still a poor man in these places. All the money he had was only equivalent to a hundred of these coats…
Hans led the way. They passed by some more brand stores: Dior, Gucci, Rolex, LV, Cartier, Tiffany, Patek Philippe, Prada, and more.
Beyond these luxury stores was the even more luxurious residential district.
Hans made a call. After about ten minutes, a young man on an electric scooter rode over. He asked, ”Mr. Fox?”
”Yes, that’s me.”
”Hello, I am Pastorife Potter.” The young man with ash-blonde hair smiled and said, ”Nice to meet you. Shall we go for a cup of coffee?”
There were many cafes in this area. Potter brought them to an old-fashioned looking cafe.
Li Du gulped unconsciously when he looked at the prices of the coffee on the blackboard. The cheapest was black coffee, at 85 dollars. Besides that, there was nothing else below 100 dollars.
A pretty cashier greeted them and said, ”Hi, Potter. Good evening. What would you and your friends like to have?”
”Oh, hi, Kafenie.” The cheeks of the ash-blonde youth were slightly flushed. ”Just give me whatever. For them, um, I’ll just let them pick.”
Li Du felt odd. He glanced toward the youth. It can’t be, he thought. This kid’s either too shy, or he has a crush on the cashier? Doesn’t seem like it though…
They didn’t meet for coffee, so they just casually picked a drink and sat down at a quiet corner table. Then, Godzilla opened the box that he had been dragging along with him. In it were all the Blizzard game discs.
Seeing these items, Potter’s eyes flashed. He asked, ”Can I take them out and see?”
”Feel free. Wow-oh, this coffee smells great,” Hans complimented as he took a sip.
Potter picked up a disc and examined it closely. He sighed in admiration. ”1995—‘Warcraft II: Tides of Darkness.’ They only took ten months to produce it. Under grim market prospects, in just four months, they managed to sell 500,000 copies worldwide. This is good stuff…”