hollywood billionaire

Chapter 302 The curtain is about to begin (Part [-])

"is it?"

The Korean girl kept smiling and tilted her head.

"But I don't like being called a chip."

"The bargaining chip I'm talking about is not you, Yuzhen."

Han Yi looked at each other seriously.

"It's my pursuit of emotional connection, mutual respect, intellectual compatibility and shared values. It's my sincerity and calmness. It's the reason why I can sit in front of you right now and tell you about these encounters without reservation or scruple." .”

"This is not a gambling game that you can withdraw from at will. Once you place a bet and are captured by the unpredictable and unknown pleasure, it will be difficult to get back the chips you originally had... Even if you win, it will no longer be the same. The original ones."

Han Yi has made several bets and gained a lot, but also lost a lot. It's hard to say whether he has won or lost now, but at least one thing he can confirm.

He has lost some chips that he will never get back.

For example, what he said is sincerity and calmness.

It is impossible for him to tell Xu Yiru or Zhao Youzhen the absurdity of the last trip to Europe, exactly as it is. Even if it is mentioned in the future, it will not be a completely true version.

It's not that Han Yi will definitely choose to confess, or must choose to confess, but he no longer has the power to choose freely, and this is the most terrible loss.

"What you mean is..." The mask that Zhao Youzhen finally put on began to fade again. Han Yi said it very tactfully and the metaphor was very subtle, but she still understood, "You don't want to do it for those novel excitements?" , to give up...the relationship in front of you that you can grab with your hands?"

"Of course I don't want to." Han Yi looked extremely determined.

"But, why?" Youzhen's tone was urgent, hot, but soft, like a piece of butter melted by the fire.

"Because I know that life is actually a game of choice. No matter what you do, where you go to study, where you go to work, who you hang out with, you are making a choice. You see, why do some people say that life has unlimited possibilities? ? Because we are born with endless options. When you were born, who could have predicted that you would be a billionaire or a murderer on the run when you were twenty?"

"Unknowable and unpredictable, the reason why childhood and youth are so evocative is because they are the peak of life? Absolutely not, they are just the initial stage of a person. But the initial stage is often the most fascinating, Because it has the most options that can actually be realized.”

"The essence of growth is to make choices again and again, shape and define yourself step by step, and eventually become a fixed and controllable label in the eyes of society - an adult with no accidents or surprises. In this process, you need Accept the consequences of your choices, both positive and negative."

"The positive effect is that you go to a good school, find a good job, and find a good partner. Or you go to a bad school, find a good job, and the partner cannot be called good or bad... You have clarified the route of your life, the road ahead has changed from blurry to clear, and the ending has changed from open to closed. This is the benefit of choice."

"But the negative effect of choice is also here. Every choice you make will erase dozens, hundreds, or even thousands of other options. After I studied at USC, I couldn't choose UCLA again, or NYU, or another university. I will be permanently labeled as a 'USC student' from the moment I make my choice until I die."

"I think this is the only reason why aging and death are so unavoidable. Being old is not scary. But being old means that we make more and more choices and have fewer and fewer choices to make. It It means that our destiny lines have gradually been reduced from countless possible lines to one."

"When the line of destiny no longer has twists and turns, our lives will come to an end."

"The fear of death comes from this eternal immutability."

"Many people choose not to see or think about it, and more people choose to seek comfort in religion - it is not scary to fall into the same line. There will be choices of heaven and hell in the future. Or...reincarnation, after death is just a new one. At the beginning of the future, mankind will once again have unlimited possibilities."

"But these are just substitute placebos."

"Then what do you think the real antidote is?" Zhao Youzhen asked softly.

"Don't do something that will affect your life for superficial, temporary reasons...Avoid options that eliminate the most possibilities or cause you to miss the right answer."

“Stop making empty choices and take the real and definite possibilities into your own hands.”

After reviving his life, Han Yi understood how valuable having options is in life.

Since the length is constant, the only way to improve the quality of life is to increase its width.

And width is reflected in the choices a person can make.

From 2023 back to 2016, from 29 years old back to 22 years old, what Han Yi regained was not only the seven years, but also the levels that gradually darkened during the seven years.

"But, these are the real and exact possibilities you mentioned. How can you judge that they are your optimal solutions?"

"It's very mysterious, there's no way to explain it." Han Yi smiled and responded, "I can only say, believe me, I know."

Ten times, fifteen times.

This is the hidden detector that the memo opened for him.

"Besides trusting you, what other way is there?" Zhao Youzhen's little sigh, Han Yi always felt that there was something in it, "But there is one thing I don't understand... In anything, shouldn't the larger the base, the more treasure is discovered?" Is it more likely?"

"I agree with this."

"Then doesn't this go against what you said? If the charm of life is to have endless possibilities, but if you don't explore them... what's the use of putting those possibilities there?"

"There is no opposite." Han Yi shook his head. "Human beings need possibilities, but what we need are beautiful possibilities, instead of experiencing all the bad luck, right? You and I both know that in this world, bad luck always comes in countless numbers. Times better than good luck.”

"So, why should I explore at will and make choices at will, hoping that I can get lucky and win the jackpot with a probability of one in a million or even one in ten million, instead of protecting everything I already have? Woolen cloth?"

"You think you've found a treasure, don't you?" You Zhen said this in a low voice in Chinese.

"I think so." Han Yi replied in Chinese.

"Then why haven't you redeemed the prize yet?" Zhao Youzhen leaned toward the center of the dining table.

"Because..." Han Yi let his back lean against the seat, "As you said, I don't know what the optimal solution is yet."

Hearing Han Yi's almost deceitful answer, Zhao Youzhen straightened himself up and stared at the other person without blinking, showing no special emotions. After a few seconds, the arc at the corner of her mouth became wider and wider, eventually evolving into a charming smile that couldn't help but smile.

After looking around Han Yi's face again, the Korean girl raised her hand and motioned to the waiter to pay the bill.

"Ah, are you paying the bill now?" Han Yi smacked his mouth, feeling like he was halfway through his quibbles and still had more to say, "I still have two more meanings that I haven't told you."

"Who wants to listen to your... sweet words?" Zhao Youzhen snorted, his expression relaxed and lazy, in stark contrast to her always tense self, "I have classes later. By the way, after class, I have to Please take a day off and go home in the afternoon."

"What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Han Yi was concerned.

"I stayed in the office until two o'clock yesterday and woke up at [-]:[-] in the morning. I really couldn't hold it anymore and had to go back and take a rest." Zhao Youzhen put the debit card on the tray handed by the waiter and rubbed his eyebrows, "And …”

"We should hurry up and pack our bags!"       "Tomorrow, aren't we going to Las Vegas?"

"Louis...Louis!"

Sophie Campbell grabbed a women's short-sleeved T-shirt that was slightly faded and obviously didn't fit her current figure. She raised her voice and shouted downstairs.

"Louis Finley!"

"Yes, babe!" Now Louis finally heard it, and the Scottish boy responded with the same loud northern accent, "What's the matter?"

"Come up!"

"What are you doing up here?"

"packing luggage!"

"For the honeymoon?"

"For the honeymoon, of course!"

"Isn't there three more days?"

"But we have to stay there for half a month!" Sophie glanced at the messy clothes all over the bed, and growled low in her throat. Her voice immediately became more anxious and high-pitched, "There are five suitcases!"

"Okay, okay, I'll be here right away! This game will be over soon!" Louis stared attentively at Azar who was flashing around on the TV screen, "He... is about to... be... fucked by me!" !”

No need to ask, Hazard must have missed the ball.

"Louis Finley." Sophie's voice floated faintly from upstairs. The volume was lower than before, but the penetration and shock were several times stronger. "I won't say it a second time."

"It's closed!"

Louis Finlay glanced at the number "0:4" in the upper left corner of the screen, retreated directly to the Playstation homepage, threw the controller aside, turned around and sprinted towards the stairwell.

Whether you retreat or not, you will lose. Saving Sophie's vocal cords is more important than your own life.

"What's wrong, honey?" Louis stood at the door of the bedroom, hands on his hips, trying to catch his breath, and asked, "Who blew up this place?"

"There are only three days left, and I haven't packed a single suitcase yet..." Sophie pouted with great grievance, "And there is nothing to wear!"

"Then what are you wearing?"

"You know what I mean." Sophie leaned on her husband's shoulder, her voice softer, "There are no short-sleeved shirts suitable for California... I dug these out of the box, and they were all a lot too small... …”

"It's okay, honey." Louis quickly hugged his wife, kissed her forehead, and comforted her in a low voice, "This shows that you have grown into a bomb..."

"Bomb?" Sophie was puzzled, "What bomb?"

"Sexy bomb!" Louis touched Sophie's cheek and spoke in an authoritative tone like a judge at the Miss Universe contest. "Even the Kardashians on the West Coast can't compare with you."

"You're not helping!" Sophie, who complained, couldn't help but laugh out loud, "I just gained weight and can't fit into my original clothes, and I haven't traveled to a warm place for a long time."

"Then treat this honeymoon as a new beginning." Louis pursued the victory, "Tomorrow, West One, Topshop, no budget, buy enough for the trip, including music festival outfits, all at once, okay?"

"No budget?" Sophie stared at her husband who was so bold for once.

"Buy as much as you want." Louis waved his hand.

"You are the only one who knows how to coax people." Sophie buried her head in Louis' chest and used his unique oily masculine breath to regain her strength, "Okay, I'm just complaining. That's all. Let's go buy two T-shirts together tomorrow. For the rest, we can just bring the jackets we wore in London. I checked the weather and it's not that warm in Los Angeles and Las Vegas at this time... Go quickly. Play, sorry, dear, for interrupting your victory.”

"It's okay, I'll help you put away your clothes first." Although he had just gotten married, Louis was obviously well versed in being a husband. When your wife is happy, you need to score more impression points in case of emergencies.

Thinking of this, he rushed to the bed and began to quickly and quickly pack up the short sleeves all over the bed.

"Hey, wait a minute, don't!"

Sophie quickly stopped the lavish Louis, picked up a folded red T-shirt, carefully unfolded it, and took out two black envelopes.

On the front of the envelope, the words Mad City are engraved in gold foil.

"They are treated better than me." Louis joked, "I may not be able to cover myself with so many quilts at night."

"It must be kept well... When we go on our honeymoon this time, these two are the most valuable things we bring with us." Sophie looked over the envelope twice, put it back into her clothes, folded it again and put it aside. "How much do you think they're worth now?"

"How many?"

"Two VVIP tickets, together, cost $6500... Someone even listed $8000 on Stubhub."

"Holy mother of..." Louis covered his mouth with his hands in disbelief.

"Yeah, think about it, how many music festivals will give you exclusive event areas, backstage passes, After Party tickets, private transportation, and photo opportunities with designated artists?"

Sophie Campbell looked very proud.

"There are only 200 single-day VVIP tickets per day. There are only 300 three-day VVIP passes... By the way, this three-day pass is more expensive, and it has already reached [-] US dollars. I'm not kidding you, Louis. I feel like this is probably the smartest investment I’ve ever made in my life.”

"Sophie, have you realized..."

"No, don't think about it, Louise!" Sophie turned around suddenly, put her index finger on her lips, and warned her husband, "This is the highlight of the entire honeymoon! I won't sell them to make money."

"Okay, I... I don't mean that either." Lewis touched his nose and laughed twice, "Then I... will go down first."

"Go."

Sophie waved her hand, turned her back, and didn't look at Louis again.

When the latter stepped on the floor of the stairwell, she looked back, closed the door, and spread out the red T-shirt again.

There are little spots of light dancing between the flaxen eyes and ponytail.

　There's something going on today, few updates, there will be more tomorrow
  　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)