Chapter 575

"Mr. Li, are you all right?"

After the police car left, Jeff and Gary got out of the car and walked over to Li Ye to inquire and comfort him.

If this were in the country, they would at least have their wages deducted; the boss is in trouble and you don't hurry over to help smooth things over, sitting in the car pretending to be the master?

But the Lighthouse is like this; don't open the car door casually in front of a patrol officer, don't get out of the car casually, so as not to cause unnecessary misunderstandings.

Li Ye smiled and shook his head: "We're fine; he suspected we didn't have a driver's license."

Jeff and Gary both laughed, and Gary said: "I've heard about the magic of Easterners before, but when I first saw you and your two companions, I was still very surprised."

"Do you really never age? I really envy you..."

"Of course not; everyone will age."

Li Ye smiled, and then suddenly said: "I would like to ask you two, in the minds of you Lighthouse people, driving which model of car makes people subconsciously feel that I have a private lawyer? And a very powerful lawyer."

"..."

Jeff and Gary's smiles were a bit awkward.

Although Li Ye said these words with a smile, they could both understand—this young man is unhappy, unhappy with the phenomenon of racial discrimination in the Lighthouse.

In the Lighthouse, racial discrimination objectively exists, but it is also "strictly prohibited"; anyone who shows a tendency toward racial discrimination is a very serious problem and may be subject to severe accusation and criticism.

Of course, the premise of the accusation is that one must be able to afford the ridiculously high lawyer fees.

On this blue planet, there is no country where the lawyer profession is as popular and sought after as in the Lighthouse.

In '85, the Lighthouse had 650,000 practicing lawyers.

It is said that in Washington, the city with the highest density of lawyers, there is one lawyer for every 13 people, so much so that a singer named Paxton sang a song—"Million Lawyers."

"There are lawyers in every restaurant, lawyers in every club, lawyers behind every door..."

From this, it can be seen that the lawyer fee standard in the Lighthouse must not be "people-friendly," otherwise these lawyers would have starved to death long ago.

And now Li Ye casually indicated that he wanted a "powerful private lawyer," which clearly meant "not short of money," right?

And who is this lawyer used to deal with? Need I say more?

For example, just now, if Li Ye felt he had been treated unfairly, then the lawyer would list a long string of issues that could be accused from the patrol officer's walking posture, tone of voice, hand gestures, etc., and would annoy you to death if they didn't toss you to death.

Jeff thought for a moment and said: "In the Lighthouse, Mercedes-Benz sales are good, but we locals have a soft spot for certain brands, such as Cadillac, or... Bentley is also very suitable."

Cadillac still had a lot of status in the eighties, but Jeff couldn't figure out Li Ye's consumption habits; one Bentley could buy at least five Cadillacs, and he didn't know if Li Ye was willing to spend that money.

But Li Ye said very surprisingly: "Shouldn't it be a Mustang? Especially that GT500 model; I heard it's very popular."

Li Ye had once watched a movie starring Nicolas Cage, in which that wild Mustang and the heroine Julie's long legs were very eye-catching, and Li Ye heard that Lighthouse people have a unique obsession with Mustangs, so he asked this question.

"Oh~, you have vision, Mr. Li, but..."

After Jeff smiled, he said obscurely: "That kind of car is a troublemaker, full of all kinds of uncertainties; it gets the attention of patrol officers as soon as it hits the road, so if you are trying to avoid certain troubles, I don't really recommend a Mustang."

"..."

Li Ye was stunned for a moment, and also smiled wryly.

This is the Lighthouse where "there's a reason why there are few foreigners," not the mainland where you buy a Ferrari but can't bear to speed.

A real Mustang is only suitable for the prairie; a car like the Mustang GT500, which looks unruly at first glance, is born to violate traffic rules; if the police don't look at you, who would they look at?

"Thank you for the suggestion, Mr. Jeff."

Li Ye thanked Jeff seriously, and then when he was about to leave, he ordered: "Mr. Jeff, please help me hire a lawyer; at least they should be quite famous in the San Francisco area."

"Also, buy a few mobile phones and equip both you and Gary; it can go on the new company's accounts."

"Mobile phones?"

Jeff was stunned for a moment before he caught up with Li Ye's shift in thinking.

If Li Ye had a phone on hand just now, he could have contacted him immediately and avoided some trouble.

Then Jeff said: "Mr. Li, are you talking about a 'shoulder-carried phone'?"

Li Ye asked strangely: "Shoulder-carried phone?"

Jeff nodded and said: "Last year, Motorola successfully developed a phone that can be carried around; it weighs about three kilograms and is generally carried like a backpack, so it is jokingly called a 'shoulder-carried phone'."

"However, that phone is not popular now, and many places in San Francisco can't use it yet."

Li Ye suddenly understood.

He only knew that mobile phones developed rapidly in the late eighties, but he didn't know the specific details.

Although the patent for mobile phones was registered in 1973, the handheld phone that truly approached the shape of a modern mobile phone didn't come into being until 1987.

That phone weighed exactly one and a half jin, like a brick, commonly known as the "Big Brother."

So Li Ye said: "Mr. Jeff, I think the prospects for mobile phones are also very good; if you have time, please pay more attention to it; whether it's the company that manufactures the phones or the service company that provides the signal, they are all good investment targets."

Jeff was very professional and immediately asked Gary: "Gary, are there any investment opportunities in mobile phones in Silicon Valley?"

Gary looked at Li Ye very unexpectedly, nodded and said: "There are indeed several companies in Silicon Valley engaged in related research; I will organize the information later and hand it to you to discuss."

Gary felt some pressure in his heart because his value was being familiar with Silicon Valley, but why did this young man seem to be familiar with Silicon Valley too?

After Li Ye parted ways with Jeff and Gary, he muttered to himself thoughtfully: "So that's how it is; then it's not too late."

It's January '86 now, and the first 'Big Brother' won't come to market until '87; if operated properly, maybe it won't fall too far behind.

In the afternoon, Li Ye, who returned to the hotel, first found the hotel manager and asked him to help rent two cars.

The hotel quickly provided a detailed car rental catalog for Li Ye to choose from and indicated that the docking car rental personnel could come over to provide service at any time.

"You two choose! By the way, remember to rent an extra pickup truck; I'm going to call Seeing Zhen Rongrong and ask if she wants us to send things over today."

Li Ye threw the choice to Fu Yiruo and Watching Wen Leyu and went to call Seeing Zhen Rongrong himself.

Because of He Dazhuang's "agitation," almost all of Li Ye's classmates brought gifts for Seeing Zhen Rongrong; dozens of people added up to several large parcels, which couldn't even fit in the trunk of an ordinary sedan.

This is just because Li Ye isn't short of money; if it were someone else, they might have thrown it away outside the airport.

"Sister-in-law, do you think we should save some money? Or rent a better one?"

Fu Yiruo held the car rental catalog and asked for Watching Wen Leyu's opinion.

The Ferrari Li Ye had in Hong Kong was basically driven by this younger sister, so she knew very well the implicit value of a luxury car.

But Fu Yiruo also knew that Watching Wen Leyu, this sister-in-law, was relatively "frugal," so she could only keep sliding her finger back and forth next to the catalogs of several luxury cars, not daring to shout directly, "I want to drive a good car, don't be too stingy, you little rich woman."

But Watching Wen Leyu said lightly: "Didn't your brother say? Only choose the expensive ones, don't choose the right ones."

"Alright, sister-in-law is indeed wise."

"..."

Watching Wen Leyu wasn't wise; she was just gradually understanding this country where "you can do whatever you want if you have money."

Just like when Li Ye first checked into this well-known hotel, it seemed he spent far more on accommodation than other hotels, but the hotel provided all kinds of comprehensive services.

Making a phone call and having the car rental company come to deliver the car is just a small matter; it can even be said that if you encounter any trouble in San Francisco, calling this hotel will get you a certain amount of help and support.

And for the sake of a good reputation, the hotel won't do a one-off deal and black you to death.

Four o'clock in the afternoon, UC Berkeley dormitory.

Seeing Zhen Rongrong was standing at the dormitory window looking out.

Li Ye talked to her on the phone two hours ago, saying he would send the gifts the classmates gave her, but he hadn't arrived yet.

Seeing Zhen Rongrong looked down at her watch, and a trace of restlessness began to rise in her heart.

Although she coldly expressed "not wanting to deal with Ruan Shujun anymore" last night, this morning, she still couldn't resist Ruan Shujun's mournful crying and pleading, thinking that the other party was indeed weak after childbirth, so she could only agree to stand in for her for a few more days.

But the Cao family restaurant in Chinatown starts work at 5:30; it's 4 o'clock now and Li Ye hasn't arrived yet; if she's late, it's almost like working for nothing.

【Is he going to use the car to send me again today?】

Seeing Zhen Rongrong frowned slightly; although taking Li Ye's car is indeed convenient, there is a Watching Wen Leyu in the car, and she always feels uncomfortable.

"Beep-beep~"

While Seeing Zhen Rongrong was distracted, the sound of a horn rang out outside the window.

Seeing Zhen Rongrong looked out and was instantly stunned.

Because the bed of the pickup truck was full of parcels, and there were marks from passing through customs on them; clearly, they were all gifts brought to her from the mainland.

How much luggage fee must this be?

Ruan Shujun, lying on the bed, noticed something unusual, propped up her body, and asked: "Rongrong, what's wrong?"

Seeing Zhen Rongrong muttered: "My classmates brought me gifts, brought over in a pickup truck."

"A pickup truck? Then what are you distracted for?"

Ruan Shujun lay back down and muttered in a low voice: "Only poor people drive pickup trucks! You have to be careful, Rongrong, don't be deceived by him; many boys now like to play the game of playing hard to get, clearly wanting to chase you, but acting like they don't care at all..."

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Seeing Zhen Rongrong, who had always had a good temper, was instantly furious, lifted Ruan Shujun's quilt, and said sternly: "Ruan Shujun, why are you always despising the poor and loving the rich? Who are you discriminating against? Are you discriminating against your own compatriots?"