Li Du thought Porter was very interesting, or rather, he felt that this man was very simple and naive. It was hard to tell that he was a descendant of a Boston plutocratic family.
As early as the Van Gogh oil painting deal, they roughly understood Porter's identity.
The Porter family was very famous in the Boston area. It was a big family, a big plutocrat, and its strength and influence were no less than that of Steve Tussenberg's Vanderbilt family.
Although the members of their family were not well-known on the rich lists, they were the real rich and powerful.
There were three kinds of rich people in the world. The first kind was that everyone knew they were rich, such as Bill Gates. The second kind was that no one knew they were rich, but some media knew and dared to report them.
Another kind was the families of Porter and Steve. They were rich, but not everyone knew. The media might know, but without their permission, the major media did not dare to report their information.
Li Du thought that these big families trained their descendants to be elites.
In fact, this was a misunderstanding. Every family had multiple descendants, and they chose the way they trained their abilities and interests. Children with strong abilities would be trained to be the pillars of the family and the future helmsman.
Otherwise, other children would be trained according to their interests and do whatever they wanted, as long as they did not do anything to hurt the family.
Porter and Steve seemed to belong to this category. The family gave them enough money to develop their hobbies and help the family occasionally.
As for the family business? They mainly relied on a team of professional managers to operate, and the helmsman was responsible for leading and supervising these gold-collar workers.
This was what Porter told them on the way. As they approached the courtyard of the villa, the music got louder, and Li Du and the others could not hear each other clearly.
In the courtyard of the villa, a musical fountain was rolling up and down with the explosive singing, and at least fifty young men and women were shaking their heads and buttocks to the music.
As soon as they entered the courtyard, Porter frowned subconsciously.
Seeing this, Hans shook his head. How could he win a girl's heart with such a rebellious attitude?
Hans took off his shirt and pulled him into the celebratory crowd.
Li Du did not like such an environment and atmosphere. In contrast, he felt that African tribes singing and dancing around the bonfire were more interesting.
With Brother Wolf and Godzilla, he found a shade, pulled out a recliner, sat down, and took out his mobile phone to deal with some business.
The purchase of the island in Australia was in full swing. Burr Stuart and Tony Theodore had been doing their best to help him handle this matter. There was a lot of hope in this matter.
Coincidentally, he had just thought of Steve Tussenberg, and when he opened his phone, he saw that Steve had sent him a message.
The content of the message was very plain, asking him what he was doing and what his plans were. It was like a greeting between friends.
Li Du also gave a simple reply, saying that he had been to Africa not long ago and that the experience was quite exciting. If there was a chance, he would like to have a good chat with him.
However, as soon as he sent the message, Steve quickly replied: You went to Africa? Did he go on an adventure? I was right, you have the blood of an adventurer in you.
Li Du was speechless. He did not have the blood of an adventurer in him. This time, when he returned to the United States, he would not go out and cause trouble. He would find a way to manage Seagull Island and the Amengda diamond mine.
Steve was very interested in his experience and even took the initiative to call him. However, the atmosphere was too chaotic and they could not talk, so they could only chat through text messages.
Li Du told him about his trip to Africa, and Steve asked some questions, which he answered truthfully.
Just as the conversation was about to end, the crazily roaring music in the speakers stopped. Then, a handsome and sunny tall young man jumped onto the fountain and shouted, "Hey, ladies and gentlemen, and the lovely Queen Ariana, let me stop my merry footsteps …"
Li Du put away his phone and looked at the young man, not knowing what he was going to do.
At this time, Porter said, "Shawn, don't stand on it. The fountain is made of hollowed ceramic plates. They are only beautiful, not solid. Be careful not to break them."
The handsome young man, Shawn, laughed and said, "Don't worry, little Porter, I won't break it. I know you paid a lot of deposit to rent this villa. We won't let you spend more money. Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."
His words were a little misleading, a little mocking that Porter was too proud to rent the villa, but was also a miser who was afraid of damaging the things in the villa.
The young men and women, who were having fun, were easily misled. They followed his words and laughed at Porter. "That's right, man, how can this be broken?"
"You might as well worry about us breaking the bricks in the yard."
"Being afraid of this and that is really disappointing. If I had known earlier, I would have gone to the beach to have fun."
Listening to the young men's boos, Porter was embarrassed and angry. He was not good with words and could not explain, so he could only lower his head and sulk.
As a result, it was even more misunderstood. Some of the girls also showed disdain, thinking that Porter was very stingy.
Li Du felt injustice for Porter. What kind of mentality did these people have? Not only were they not grateful to Porter for entertaining them, but they also ridiculed him. He really could not stand it.
With a snap of his fingers, he released the little bug, which landed at the feet of the tall young man, Shawn, and tried to absorb the time energy in the hollowed tiles.
After Shawn led his companions to attack Porter, he looked quite proud and shouted from the fountain, "Attention back, attention back, ladies and gentlemen, let's calm down and get high again. Next, we are going to move on to a new segment. Tell me, what segment?!"
A group of young men roared, "Present to the Queen!"
Shawn was digging his own grave. He began to stomp his feet on the fountain. As he stomped, he set the rhythm, "Yeah yeah! Yeah yeah! Yeah yeah! Queen! Yeah yeah! Present! Yeah … Bang! "
The hollowed out tiles were not strong to begin with. After the little bug absorbed the time energy, they became even weaker. As Shawn stomped his feet, finally, the tile broke!
A large piece of tile that supported his body broke, and he could not stand anymore. He somersaulted into the fountain.
The spring water surged and sprayed all over him, turning him into a drowned rat.
The young men exclaimed and quickly reached out to pull him up.
Shawn was extremely embarrassed. With the help of his companions, he stood up and climbed out of the fountain. Full of resentment, he shouted, "What kind of junk is this? This villa looks good, but the things inside are all fake. Is this made in China?"
Li Du narrowed his eyes. Hey, why didn't he just fall to his death? Could it be that this guy is a racist? Very well, then let's play slowly today. I'm going to mess with you!
Shawn's words made Porter's face change. He knew that Li Du was from China, so he quickly said, "Don't talk nonsense. China's porcelain is world-famous. The tiles here are from Italy …"
Hans pulled him back and motioned for him to stop talking. At this time, a smart person should remain silent.
Because there was a ruthless person next to them. If this guy was willing to offend the ruthless person, then let him do it.
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