Treasure Hunt Tycoon Chapter 839: Encountering an Old Acquaintance

Chapter 839: Encountering an Old Acquaintance
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
It became a mystery until Bradley's clothes, pants, and shoes were found in the garden below.
When he woke up and had no clothes, it naturally made him angry. The hotel's owner apologized and promised to buy him the same style of clothing he had asked for, so Bradley was a little less mad. However, his wallet and some documents had also been in his clothes. Bradley was still having trouble figuring out how to settle the loss of those items. However, the hotel's janitor had found his clothes and pants in the garden below. His wallet and documents were also found, so nothing had been lost.
Since the clothes were found almost directly under Bradley's room, it looked as if someone had dropped them from the window. The hotel's management could not help wondering if Bradley had done it himself. Bradley could not explain how his clothes had gotten there and could only fire back at them asking, "Am I crazy? Why would I throw my clothes downstairs?"
The manager laughed and said it was no problem, but deep inside his heart, he wanted to ask, How would you know if you were insane? What were you doing throwing your clothes downstairs? How could you not know they were there?
Li Du had been drinking coffee when Sophie came back. Seeing Bradley's angry complaints, she asked Li Du curiously, "What's the matter?"
"Who knows, maybe the president has a lot of energy and wants to have a fight to release it," said Li Du.
The showcase event started that evening, during which there would be various activities and parties. As invited guests, he and Sophie could attend casually. The events were held at the Four Seasons Hotel, so he could simply go to the room where the event was taking place. This was the first time he had experienced a situation like that.
There were reporters with microphones in the hotel, as that evening's event was similar to a press conference. Uninterested and inexperienced, he followed Cole into the room where the event was happening, found a place to drink, and listened to the other senior directors speak.
The event was conducted like an interview. Several sofas were placed at random at the front of the room. The executives of some luxury companies were discussing with the host about the prospects of the luxury industry in the current economic situation.
Bradley, one of the executives interviewed, was speaking, and there was occasional applause. From Li Du's point of view, Bradley, the national President of LVMH and no less powerful than Winston, was definitely the winner.
He was drinking coffee listening to the interview on the stage when someone tapped him on the shoulder. He looked back and was surprised to see his acquaintance, Stephen Tussenberg, "Boston Steel Steve."
Seeing Steve, Li Du said in surprise, "I'm not dazzled, am I? Mr. Tussenberg? I did not expect to see you here."
The young man smiled and said, "Call me Steve. Seriously, I think I'm seeing things. Why are you in this luxury item showcase?"
Elson, the old gentleman that followed Steve, smiled at him.
"I am a shareholder of the Harry Winston group. Of course, only a minor shareholder. Cole Winston invited me to this showcase," Li Du said.
"It seems that Grandpa Elson was right. He told me that you're not just a scavenger. So you're a shareholder in Harry Winston. That's great."
Looking at Li Du with curiosity, Elson said, "I heard that a powerful shareholder of the Winston group had recently come in and owns a number of gem mines. Is that you?"
His statement was more or less accurate, but Li Du shook his head and smiled. "No, I don't have any gem mines. It might be someone else."
He steered the topic of conversation away from himself and asked, "Steve, are you an invited guest? What luxury company's shares do you own?"
Steve held up his hand and said, "No, I don't have any shares. I bought a small island while I was traveling in Australia. Then, I was invited by Mr. Winston to come to this showcase. I am a very simple guest."
Cole had told Li Du that there were no simple guests invited to the salon. Li Du knew Steve, the son of a large Boston family, had an astonishing background.
The two sides were chatting quietly, inevitably drawing the attention of the executives in the interview. When Bradley saw them, his brow furrowed, and a look of discontent appeared on his face.
When the interview was over, he walked over to them and said, "Mr. Li, I think if you're going to do an interview or something, wouldn't it be better to go into another room?"
Li Du, immediately stunned, said, "Oh, did we interrupted your interview? I see a lot of people interacting with each other. I thought it was okay?"
Bradley looked at Steve and said, "Yes, but that was a discussion between the guests about us, not an interview like yours."
Steve was in poor health and was careful to stay warm, so he wore a very formal suit despite being in a warm hotel. As a result, he looked a bit like a journalist, especially since the guests were not dressed so formally. After all, it was a showcase, not a press conference.
Seeing that he had misunderstood Steve's identity, Li Du said with a smile, "We are also just chatting. Let me introduce you to Steven Tussenberg, who was also invited."
Steve nodded graciously at Bradley and said, "Hi, I'm Steve Tussenberg from Boston, America."
At his words, Bradley's face suddenly darkened. He asked with an awkward smile," Mr. Tussenberg? Are you the Mr. Tussenberg from Boston?"
Steve smiled and nodded. Bradley's smile was even worse. He said, "I'm sorry about the misunderstanding. Please continue. I'll excuse myself. Nice to meet you. I'm Bradley Bolton."
Seeing this, Li Du guessed that Bradley would know Steve's general identity, otherwise, he would not be so uncomfortable.
Bradley took his leave, and Steve suddenly said, "I think this guy is a bit annoying. What's he doing here?"
"He's the general manager of LVMH. Maybe he has a stake in LVMH," said Li Du.
Elson, who had been quietly standing by, spoke out, "No, he doesn't have a stake in LVMH. He's a good worker."