Chapter 382 Okay, Deal (1/2)

Chapter 382: Okay, Deal

Translator: Nyoi-Bo StudioEditor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Downtown Boston was indeed made for walking and sightseeing.

Buildings with colonial architecture sat next to modern skyscrapers and parks. The eras intertwined, impacting each other to form a unique landscape.

Unlike the other large city that Li Du had seen, Phoenix, Boston's architecture was exquisite yet solemn, and peppered with many small streets.

As he entered the winding alley and walked along the cobblestone path to look at the quaint buildings on both sides, Li Du felt as though every step would lead him to a historical site.

His destination was Beacon Hill, which was west of the city center. It was a hill that was more dignified than majestic.

When he learned that Steve lived in Beacon Hill, Big Quinn had said that he must be well-off; just like the wealthy in LA lived in Beverly Hills, Boston's affluent and famous lived in Beacon Hill.

Among them, the Massachusetts State House was entrenched at the peak of Beacon Hill. Also known by its haughty nickname ”Solar System Hub,” this was where the state leaders and legislators worked.

Having entered the Beacon Hill area, Li Du saw many young people wearing red vests, indicating that they were volunteers in Boston. Most of them looked like they could be college students.

Watching the youthful volunteers, Li Du asked the two guys behind him, ”Do you think I look like a college student?”

Godzilla and Big Quinn glanced at each other, and both simultaneously shook their heads.

Their reactions dampened Li Du’s high spirits. ”Then what do you think I look like?”

Godzilla said, ”A big brother.”

Big Quinn said, ”A charismatic young business leader.”

Hearing this answer, Li Du said smugly, ”Well, I’m not happy with your impression of me. I hope you guys can learn to see me as a knowledgeable college student. I don’t want to be a big brother or a leader.”

The two of them laughed: The statement smelled of hypocrisy.

They were looking for Villa No. 12, and when Li Du enquired about this place to a young volunteer, he took the initiative to bring them to the front of a villa, located halfway up a hill.

To thank him, Li Du handed him 100 dollars as a tip.

The villa, which was located near a forest, was not large in terms of floor area. It was a small three-story building, with a trimmed lawn and an ingeniously-manicured small garden.

If the location had been remote, this little villa probably would not have been worth much. However, considering the Beacon Hill location, then the villa would probably cost a fortune.

Li Du studied the small building, and was unsure of the kind of timber used. It looked as though it had seen better days; an old rocking chair was placed at the door, just like in a nursing home for the elderly.

However, judging from the voice on the phone, Mr. Steve Steel was a young man.

He called again and the other party answered quickly; Li Du told him that he was at the door. Immediately, the villa opened up and a white gentleman with a head of white hair walked out.

Li Du looked at him, hesitated and asked, ”Mr. Steve Steel?”