It became a cold case, but eventually Bradley's clothes, trousers and shoes were found downstairs in the garden.
He woke up with no clothes on, which was very infuriating. The hotel owner apologized profusely and promised to buy him the same style of clothes as he had requested. Only then did Bradley's resentment subside a little.
But his wallet and some documents were also in the clothes. What would be done with the loss of these things? Bradley still wanted to make a scene.
In the end, the hotel cleaner found his clothes and pants in the garden downstairs.
His wallet and documents were also found. Nothing was missing.
Because the clothes were found almost directly under Bradley's room, it looked like someone had thrown them from the window, so the hotel staff could not help but wonder if Bradley had done it himself.
Bradley could not explain himself, so he asked, "Am I mentally ill? Why would I throw my clothes downstairs?"
The hotel manager smiled and said there was nothing wrong with him, but he wanted to ask, Don't you know if you are mentally ill? Why would you throw your clothes downstairs? Don't you know?
Li Du drank his coffee and watched the show. Sophie came back and saw Bradley complaining angrily. She asked curiously, "What's going on?"
"Who knows? Maybe this CEO is full of energy and has nowhere to vent, so he wants to find someone to argue with."
That night, Li Du was going to participate in a series of events.
These events were all held at the Four Seasons Hotel, and he just had to go to the room where the events were held.
It was the first time Li Du had experienced such a thing. Reporters with microphones constantly appeared in the hotel. Tonight's event was a media conference, in which the reporters would interview the executives of major luxury companies.
He was not interested in such things and had no relevant experience. After following Cole into the room, he found a place to drink and listen to the other executives talk.
Starting tonight, the salon would begin, during which there would be various activities and gatherings. As an invited guest, he could attend any of them.
The salon was conducted in an interview format. There were a few sofas in front of the room, and some executives of luxury companies were discussing the prospects of the luxury industry with the host in today's economic situation.
Bradley was one of the executives interviewed. He was speaking with confidence, and there was applause from time to time.
From Li Du's point of view, Bradley was definitely a winner in life. He was handsome, elegant, and powerful. As the national president of LVMH, his power was no less than that of Winston, the president of a wholly owned brand.
He was drinking coffee and listening to the interview on the stage when someone patted him from behind.
He looked back and was surprised to find an acquaintance. It was Steve Tussenberg, Mr. Steel Steve from Boston.
When he saw Steve, he said in surprise, "Are my eyes playing tricks on me? Mr. Tussenberg? Why am I seeing you here? "
The young man smiled and said, "Just call me Steve. To be honest, I think I'm the one who's seeing things. Why are you in the salon of a luxury brand?"
Steve was accompanied by old Mr. Elson, who was also smiling at him.
Li Du shook hands with them and explained, "I am a shareholder of Harry Winston, Inc. Of course, I am just a small shareholder. It was Mr. Cole Winston who invited me to this salon."
Steve said, "It seems that Uncle Elson was right about you. He told me that you were not an ordinary treasure hunter. It turns out that you are a shareholder of Harry Winston. That's amazing."
Elson looked at Li Du curiously and said, "I heard that Harry Winston recently had a powerful shareholder who owns a number of gem mines. Is that you?"
His information was more accurate, but Li Du shook his head and smiled. "No, I don't have any gem mines. It may be someone else."
He moved the topic away from himself and asked, "Steve, are you also an invited guest? Or do you have shares in a few luxury companies? "
Steve spread his hands and said, "No, I don't have any shares. I was on vacation in Australia recently and I just bought an island. Then I was invited by Mr. Winston to this salon. I am a very simple guest. "
Cole had told Li Du that the people he invited to this salon were not simple, but Li Du knew Steve's identity. He was the son of a big Boston family with an amazing background.
The two sides chatted in a low voice, which inevitably attracted the attention of the senior executives in the interview.
When Bradley saw that it was Li Du who spoke, he frowned and showed a dissatisfied expression.
When the interview came to an end, he walked over and said, "Mr. Li, I think if you want to be interviewed or something, wouldn't it be better to go to another room?"
Li Du was stunned and said, "Oh, did our exchange disturb your interview? I see a lot of people talking to each other. That doesn't seem to be a problem, does it? "
Bradley looked at Steve and said, "Yes, but that's a discussion between the guests, not an interview like you are."
Steve was not in good health and was very concerned about keeping warm, so even though he was in a warm hotel, he still wore a formal suit.
This kind of dress made him look a little like a reporter. The guests on the scene did not dress so formally. After all, this was a salon, not a press conference.
Seeing that he had misunderstood Steve's identity, Li Du smiled and said, "We are also talking between guests. Let me introduce you, this is Steve Tussenberg, also an invited guest."
Steve nodded gracefully to Bradley and said, "Hello, I'm Steve Tussenberg from Boston in the United States."
Hearing his words, Bradley's face suddenly darkened. He laughed dryly and said, "Mr. Tussenberg? Are you Mr. Tussenberg from Boston? "
Steve smiled and nodded. Bradley's smile became even more unsightly. He said, "I'm really sorry, I misunderstood your identity. Please continue. I'll leave now. Nice to meet you. I'm Bradley Bolton."
Seeing him like this, Li Du guessed that Bradley should know Steve's identity, otherwise he would not be so uncomfortable.
Bradley said goodbye and left. Looking at his back, Steve suddenly said, "I think this guy is a bit annoying. What does he do?"
Li Du said, "The general manager of the LVMH group in Australia, a big shot. Maybe he has shares in LVMH."
Elson, the old man who had been silent, said, "No, he doesn't have shares in LVMH. He's a good worker."
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