Buying land with $170 million would not get them much at all, especially since part of that money still had to be invested in the game.
With one casual remark from Bai Jing, Matt had to rack his brains for a solution. The key problem was that Matt had studied law and knew nothing about finance!
Meanwhile, Valentina, who did know the business, had gone with Bai Jing to Greenwich Village.
Greenwich Village was like Hell's Kitchen after Bai Jing had remodeled it. There were no gangs and no public safety issues, but that was mainly because there were more rich people here, enough to afford police.
The police definitely served money. That was common everywhere. There was only one country in the world where they served the people, and that country was the odd one out.
The Sichuan barbecue restaurant was not far from the Sanctum Sanctorum. When Bai Jing stood on the third floor and looked outside, he often saw the bustling crowds inside the restaurant.
Honestly, Chinese food was a crushing advantage over Western food. Once a place opened a Chinese restaurant, the customer flow at French, British, Italian, Japanese, and Korean restaurants would plummet. Eventually, Chinese restaurants had practically become their own category, existing on an entirely different level from other restaurants. Chinese food searches alone surpassed French, Italian, and Indian food searches combined.
Of course, China was an exception. People there considered Western restaurants classier.
When Bai Jing entered the restaurant, he first saw several fellow countrymen working as servers, and his mood immediately brightened.
People from China could tell at a glance whether Asian people in America were chinese, japanese, or korean, and whether they fawned over America or not.
The simplest way was to look at their smiles.
Chinese, Japanese, and Koreans all