Chapter 331
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Ye Xuan wandered around New York City. Sometimes, when he saw something he liked or was interested in, he would buy it without looking at the price. Anyway, he had nearly two million dollars with him now. If he used this money to produce this movie, it would be no different from waste paper. This money might look no different from the money in the real world, but he would not spend it in the real world. Anyway, he was not short of money. If the bank or some people with ulterior motives found trouble with him because of this money, he would be really depressed. < ≧ ∀ ≧ ∀
After a whole afternoon of shopping, there were many more things in the storage space, such as foreign wines that were worth only a few dozen US dollars now but would be worth tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of US dollars in the future, some delicacies that Ye Xuan had tasted, some antiques that looked good from Huaxia, and so on. There were all kinds of strange things. In order to store these things, Ye Xuan specially bought an extra-large cupboard and put it in the space, so that the space would not look so messy.
However, even if he bought a lot of things, he could not make more than five hundred thousand dollars in one afternoon. There were still more than one million dollars left to spend. While others were worrying about not having money to spend, Ye Xuan was worrying about how to spend it. If those who could not afford to eat knew what he was thinking now, they would definitely drown him with their saliva.
The sky began to gradually darken, and the lights of New York City, the city that never sleeps, began to slowly light up.
Ye Xuan walked alone on a street in a corner of New York City. Because of the economic depression, people walking on the street had a dull look on their faces. Men would generally wear a small cloth hat on their heads to cover their depressed faces, making them look more gentlemanly. Women would also wear a bell-shaped hat on their heads, which could show the unique feminine atmosphere of the Great Depression.
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