Beverly Hills had the title of the most luxurious residential area in the world.
There were countless mansions here. During the economic crisis, property prices all over the world plummeted. Only Beverly Hills' property prices were still rising steadily and slowly.
Of course, Beverly Hills didn't just have mansions.
Wilshire Avenue was the most famous commercial street in Beverly Hills. There were many commercial buildings and countless top department stores here. Close to 200 specialty stores were located in the center of the commercial street.
For example, Roder Avenue was also a gathering place for all kinds of top luxury and trendy brands.
Each store was dazzling and uniquely designed.
It could even be said that the owners of these stores were at least multimillionaires.
Chen Zhao had once wanted to buy a few stores as investments.
However, even if the stores along the street were for sale, they were all much higher than the actual price.
A small store with an area of only about 20 square meters would cost 20 to 30 million dollars.
There was also the Farmer's Market, which was known as the gathering place for gourmet food. It gathered the most famous food in the world and was also a favorite place for tourists.
In addition, Hollywood stars and celebrities liked to open shops here, and they were successful in every endeavor.
There were also many attractions here, many of which had been filmed in movies.
One afternoon wasn't even enough to walk around.
However, for Zhang Ting and the others, it was a crazy journey.
Chen Zhao had seen this expression on Portia's face before.
It was the kind of crazy expression that would appear on people's faces when they saw famous brands and luxury goods.
These girls had completely lost their minds and were buying luxury goods that were far higher than their income.
It was just like when Portia was in Shinjuku, Tokyo.
It seemed like all the women in the world were the same.
They walked in and out of every luxury and brand store tirelessly.
As for the men who didn't want to shop, Chen Zhao arranged for them to sit in a restaurant.
"Qi, are you sure you want to buy these shoes?" Zhang Ting also lost her composure, but she was still shocked when she saw the price tag on the shoes.
Thirteen thousand five hundred dollars. That was in US dollars.
"But … I really like them." Qi was conflicted.
"Buy them if you like them," Chen Zhao said casually. "Treat it as a gift."
"Boss, that's not appropriate."
"There's nothing inappropriate about it. You guys can also choose something within 20,000 dollars. Treat it as a gift."
The girls all screamed in excitement. They wanted to pounce on Chen Zhao and give him a few bites.
When Chen Zhao paid, Zhang Ting didn't even dare to look at the long bill.
"Since we're out to play, let's enjoy ourselves. There's no need to dampen everyone's spirits."
"Boss, it's not easy for you to earn money … Your behavior is simply …"
"You want to say that I'm a nouveau riche again?"
"No, it's a prodigal son."
"Prodigal sounds better than nouveau riche."
"Boss …"
"Alright, that's enough. You guys answered my questions before and helped my friend solve a lot of problems, so he asked me to thank you properly. I won't spend any effort on it. Rewarding you with money is the only way I can think of."
Zhang Ting was speechless. She felt that Chen Zhao was just making up excuses.
Chen Zhao dared to pay, and so did the girls.
By the time they finished strolling around Roeder Street, everyone was carrying big and small bags.
"Let me take it back to the hotel," Chen Zhao said. "It's not convenient to carry it like this."
Zhang Ting patted her head. "Boss, that's enough for today, right?"
She was really afraid that these little girls would go crazy and cause her to lose all her fortune.
The cheap ones cost two or three hundred dollars, and the expensive ones were endless.
"Alright, let's go find the guys first. They'll probably have their butts rotten from sitting in the restaurant for the whole afternoon."
…
In the next few days, Zhang Ting watched Chen Zhao spend money like water.
It was difficult to visit all of Los Angeles in a few days.
But if they had money, they could really enjoy most things.
Basically, Chen Zhao could satisfy whatever they wanted to see or play.
For example, concert tickets or boxing tickets.
Chen Zhao settled them with a phone call.
On the seventh day, the studio was finally going back.
Everyone was enjoying themselves so much that they forgot to go home.
Chen Zhao sent them to the airport.
"I've already checked your things," Chen Zhao said. "Be careful on the way. Work hard this year, and I'll arrange for you to go abroad again at the end of the year."
Everyone looked at Chen Zhao expectantly.
"Boss, can we choose our own place?"
"Yes." Chen Zhao nodded. "If you can do something that satisfies me, even if you choose the Moon, I'll send you there."
Then Chen Zhao looked at Zhang Ting. "Zhang Ting, expand the studio and hire more people. Don't you want to animate your work? What kind of animation can you make with just a few people? Are you going to outsource to other companies?"
Zhang Ting was speechless. That was her original plan. Outsource to other companies.
She could already guess what Chen Zhao was going to say next.
"How much does it cost to set up an animation department?"
"Boss, it's a lot of money. The animation department will either train new people or poach old people. Also, some equipment …"
"How much?"
"Boss, it's not a matter of money. Even if we set up an animation department, we'll be incurring losses for the next few years. Who knows when we'll recover our costs. You should know the situation in the domestic market. There's a market, but we need to develop it …"
"It's not a big deal to lose tens of millions a year, as long as you can find me more people with brains."
Chen Zhao's real goal was to find more people. If he had similar problems in the future, they could help him plan.
"Boss, if you really want to make money, other industries are more profitable than Chinese comics. Don't think that Chinese comics are rising just because Nezha's box office hit. Look at how many Chinese comics died in the past."
"Okay, I understand what you're trying to say," Chen Zhao said calmly. "I've never thought about making money from Chinese comics. I just want to do something for them." Even he felt a little guilty when he said this.
His goal had never been so noble.
"Just tell me a number. How much do I need to invest in the early stage and how much do I need to invest every year in the future?"
"Two hundred million in the early stage. In the future … I'm not sure."
"Okay, find a professional manager first. Since we're going to set up an animation department, it can't just be a studio. We have to set up an animation company."
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