San Francisco, also known as Frisco or Saint Francis,
Like Los Angeles, it lay in California; like Los Angeles, it was a port city, a world-famous tourist destination, and a financial center of the West Coast.
But unlike Los Angeles, with its palm trees and sunny shores,
most people first thought of skyscrapers everywhere, its proximity to Silicon Valley, the Golden Gate Bridge, the University of California, Berkeley, and Stanford.
In short, compared to the relaxed life of a town, this place was highly urbanized, tense, and driven.
The disparity created by wealth and status was far more vividly displayed here.
But compared to those differences, which could only be felt after living in both cities for a while,
what Fang Ran wanted to know right now was how he had gotten here.
If he remembered correctly, they were supposed to be heading to Minneapolis in some state called Minne-something. Yet after he had merely spaced out on the plane for a while,
he had been brought to San Francisco.
So that's why we arrived so quickly.
Rolling his eyes internally, a subtle feeling of having been trafficked arose in him. Fang Ran looked speechlessly at Adeline, who had "kidnapped" him here.
"Why did we come to San Francisco? I remember Litton Mei Company and its medical equipment factory weren't here."
"We learned through certain channels that Rufus Russell will come to San Francisco today to attend a social event."
Without the slightest apology for deciding first and informing him later, Adeline answered as blandly as ever.
So that's how it is. Marveling at how someone would fly across cities just for a party, is this what rich people are like?
As he walked toward the cabin door, Fang Ran spoke with slight helplessness.
"Then you could've told me in