hollywood billionaire

Chapter 305 Go to the scene (Part )

"Oh, God, God, God!"

Driving a red Jeep Wrangler at a steady speed on I-15 is a particularly boring thing. The vastness of the Mojave Desert can be seen outside the windows on both sides. You can only see a car traveling with you at a distance of a hundred feet. There is no danger even if you drive with your eyes closed. The most you can do is run off the road and crush the sparse cars with your tires. Just a low shrub.

Therefore, Mackenzie Jones, who is responsible for the last quarter of the drive from Sacramento to Las Vegas, looks very leisurely under the baking sun, with his eyes half-open and half-closed, accompanied by the vague accompaniment of radio music, It seemed like he could fall asleep at any time.

But suddenly, she took a breath and screamed uncontrollably.

"What's wrong, Kenzi?"

Roommate Emily Caldwell, who had been napping in the passenger seat, suddenly woke up. Like a zombie resurrected on Halloween, she stretched out her hands and placed them on the storage board in front of her. She blinked hard twice and shook her head. .

"what happened?"

"Oh, no, no..." McKenzie covered his forehead with one hand and lamented in a long tone.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable, honey?" Emily frowned worriedly and asked with concern, "Are you suffering from heat stroke? Please pull over first, take a rest, and let me drive."

"I'm fine...shit!" McKenzie growled in frustration, "I'm so stupid!"

"What happened?"

"I forgot my Halloween suit." McKenzie's tone sounded extremely aggrieved, "Horse's suit!"

"Oh my god, I thought something happened, that's not even..." After figuring out the source of her roommate's innocent moaning, Emily was speechless for a moment and almost used a curse word. Taking two deep breaths to remind herself to calm down, Emily clasped her hands together and tried to comfort her, "Kenzi, it's just a short vest and a pair of high-waisted pants. I believe they are sold everywhere in Fashion Show Mall."

"No, you don't understand... I spent four hundred dollars to find someone to customize it, especially that necklace. The ring was very big. I ordered it very late. No merchant in Sacramento could deliver it on time. I ended up going on Craigslist... Now I'm gonna cry!"

MacKenzie-Jones was so sad that she couldn't speak when she thought about everything she went through to get the outfit that Holshe wore for the 2016 VMA Awards. She covered her mouth, trying not to cry too loudly.

"Okay, baby... calm down, calm down, we will find a way." In her mind, she rolled her eyes at her roommate who was making a fuss. Emily Caldwell still endured her patience, leaned over and gently He rubbed McKenzie's back and kept comforting her.

Because this is how they get along with each other. Every day, one person will be depressed or directly collapse for various reasons. At this time, the other person's task is to stay calm and comfort them until The other person calmed down completely.

Once you've made sure your roommate is okay, it's your turn to be hysterical.

Girls help girls is most obvious in this aspect.

"What are you arguing about?" Eva Martinez, who was napping in the back seat with her arms folded, pulled off her blindfold and protested dissatisfied, "I just fell asleep!" Eva Martinez is a researcher in the Department of Social Sciences at McKinsey A classmate and the latter’s best friend on campus.

This trip to Las Vegas will definitely not be without her.

"Kenzi forgot his suit." Emily turned her head, faced Ava, and glanced at the roof of the car. There are two levels of meaning that I want to convey - the first level is, yes, it is such a small thing. On the second level, such a small thing can cause her to collapse like this, which means that it is really important to her, so we should quickly find a solution together.

"What suit?"

"Halloween outfit."

"Horse's thing?"

"Yes, the VMA set."

"Oh, I saw Kenzi put it on the bed without taking it, and put it directly into my suitcase for her." Eva Martinez raised her eyebrows and raised her voice, "Just this, what's the point? What all the fuss is about? Let me tell you, Kenzi, that outfit you're wearing doesn't even qualify as a Halloween outfit. Look at what I'm wearing, a stewardess outfit from Britney's "Toxic". Emily's outfit is a bikini version of the Powerpuff Girls. Maomao. Izzy brought the best, fully see-through sexy lingerie.”

"What kind of see-through sexy underwear?" I was sending private messages to a netizen I just met on Instagram fifteen minutes ago, but I was suddenly cued by my friend, Isabella Rodrigue, nicknamed "Izzy" Si put down her phone, pouted, and defended herself, "That's Ann Summers' jeweled dress." She is the last member of the four-person band at the Las Vegas Music Festival. Eva Martinez has been playing since she was a child. Good friends, they both come from the Latino community in Northgate, Sacramento, and are basically on opposite sides.

"Can every part of it be seen?"

"...Yes, but I will wear a bra...and a thong."

"Which movie, TV series or animation does this suit come from?"

"It's just a design..."

"Look, sexy lingerie."

"Okay, you can say whatever you want." Izzy held up the phone again and shook her head in a sassy manner, "Anyway, my suit can let me get into G-Eazy's bed. Can yours do it?"

"Why doesn't mine work? Haven't you seen that MV?" Ava showed no sign of weakness, "It's just that I'm not interested in G-Eazy. If I have a chance... I just want to eat some chocolate."

"Which piece of chocolate?" Emily also joined the conversation enthusiastically, "This time in Mad City, there are a lot of chocolates on the stage."

"Kendrick Lamar." Ava held her heart in her hands, "He's so sexy."

"Kendrick?" McKenzie grinned, "Are we talking about the same Kendrick?"

"What do you know? The most important thing for a man is his talent!" Ava retorted, "Tell me, don't you get wet when you listen to "Sexy Nasty"?"

"Ewww, of course not." McKenzie, who had recovered his suit from the rain, joked with his friends, "You are the one who doesn't understand. Of course, the most important thing for a man is his masculinity."

"Then who do you think is the most masculine?" Emily asked her.

"Who else but ASAP?"

"Rocky?"

"Rocky."

"You don't know how to appreciate it at all, girl." Ava waved her hand, "No wonder you chose that outfit to come to Las Vegas."

"Hey!" McKenzie turned to look at Eva, bared his teeth, and pointed at the other party in a pretentious manner, "You can talk about anything else, but you are not allowed to say bad things about Horsi."

"Horse is just like you... watch the road, Kenzi, watch the road!"

The tire tilted to the right, bringing the Wrangler back on track after almost veering off the highway, leaving a series of frightened screams on the roadside.

"Kenzi, what the fuck!" Isabella shouted to McKenzie with her cell phone smashed on her face, "If you really like Holsh, hold on until the moment you see her. Don't die! Don’t take us to death together!”

"Sorry, sorry." McKenzie patted his chest and took a deep breath, "I will never turn my head around again."

"I won't make fun of Horsi anymore." Eva raised her hands with a scared look on her face, "God, I thought you wouldn't be so protective after she won five consecutive championships...relax. Point, Kenzi, no one can deny your unique vision now, and your girls are famous all over the world." "It's true, haha." McKenzie loosened the steering wheel and chuckled, "But, I I have to correct you...it’s been nine consecutive championships.”

"Okay, okay." Ava, Isabella and Emily exchanged glances with each other. If McKenzie wasn't really sunny and good-looking, she would definitely be labeled a nerd just because of her fanatical pursuit of stars. Tag of.

"I bet you..." McKenzie raised his right arm and shouted excitedly, "If you turn on any radio station right now, "Closer" must be playing... Do you believe it?"

"We believe!"

Emily nodded desperately. They had heard this song on the radio almost a hundred times during the eight-hour drive from Sacramento to Las Vegas.

Don't talk about the melody, just pick out a piece of lyrics and let Emily memorize it backwards.

This fall, regardless of whether McKinsey is around or whoever is driving, you can hear Horsch’s voice as long as you turn on the radio.

"Do not believe?"

"She said it was a letter!" Eva held the back of the driver's seat and shouted to her best friend, "We believe you!"

"McKenzie, don't..." Isabella also straightened her arms desperately, trying to grasp McKenzie's right hand that was reaching for the center console.

"Okay, since you don't believe it, let's give it a try!"

"From your roommate back in Boulder we ain't never getting older..."

"NOOOOOOOO——"

"YEEEESSSSSS——"

"Las Vegas!"

Billie Eilish pressed down the car window in front of her and shouted into the warm air that instantly poured into the car.

At 10:37, Hanyi's Gulfstream G650ER landed on the runway of McCarran International Airport on time. The gateway to Sin City, the airport is one of the busiest in the world, ranking sixth in terms of aircraft movements. The data of 58.1 flights per year means that 66 planes take off and land at the same time here every hour.

But Han Yi does not need to face these traffic jams, whether in the air or on the ground, that make tourists entering and exiting the casino complain. This is because McCarran International Airport's two private FBO terminals are located across from the three commercial terminals, away from the surging crowds. Atlantic Airways' terminal is located at the northernmost point, adjacent to Tropical Paradise Boulevard. The terminal building that marks the aviation service is on the westernmost side of the entire airport. When you walk out of the building, you will see the Las Vegas Strip and the neon sign "Welcome To Fabulous Las Vegas Nevada" in front of you.

Both terminals have available parking spaces, and the facilities and services are similar. In the end, it was Jet Linx’s local customer service team stationed in Las Vegas that helped them choose Atlantic Airlines.

There is no other special reason, just because there is a north-south Koval Road in front of the Atlantic Air Terminal, which can directly lead to the residence of Han Yi and his party. It’s 2.2 miles, takes only nine minutes, and avoids all the potentially congested intersections.

Las Vegas is already crowded with people during Halloween, and with the Mad City Music Festival, which will attract 10 people in three days, traffic jams will become even more serious. According to the traffic management department of Clark County, Nevada, beginning on October 25, tourists attending the music festival will pour into the city one after another, causing the Las Vegas Strip to last 10 hours from 30 a.m. to p.m. of non-stop congestion. And this congestion will last at least until the end of the music festival on October .

Therefore, an airport transportation route that combines privacy and convenience has become one of the key points of the entire artist reception process for this Mad City Music Festival. Yesterday, under the instruction of Han Yi, G650ER sent two groups of artists to Las Vegas. They both stopped at the Atlantic Air terminal and went to the hotel from here. The private jets of other artists also landed here with the help of Jet Linx and headed for the US$27 billion luxury resort next to Sands Boulevard.

That's right, Wynn Hotel is not only the temporary residence of all the artists of Mad City this year, but also the venue for the music festival After Party. Diplo himself is a resident artist at Wynn's XS nightclub. For him to perform at music festivals in Las Vegas, UTA needs to communicate with XS in advance and obtain the other party's permission.

In exchange, XS Nightclub proposed to purchase three guests from Mad City, one for each day. After the music festival, they would go to XS Nightclub to perform after party performances. Naturally, Han Live would not refuse this opportunity for its own artists to continue to appear. So, on the first day, Migos, on the second day, Lil Yachty, and on the third day, Gouye, they each signed a single performance contract at XS Nightclub at a price 25-30% lower than the music festival performance fee.

The cooperation on performances was finalized, and Han Live also made plans for the hotel itself - anyway, the twenty-four groups of guests at the Mad City Music Festival, except for their own artists who were easy to negotiate, everyone else had very strict requirements on the living environment and reception specifications. stringent requirements. Take Kanye West for example. The rider that Scooter Braun's team issued to Han this time was to provide Kanye with a "presidential suite or accommodation of the same specifications" and required all the vases in the room. It must be cylindrical, the room must be equipped with Genelecs 1031a speakers that have been discontinued ten years ago, all dental floss must be mint flavor, all towels must be black, and 13 bottles of various brands of wine must be available at any time, the total price That adds up to over $3100…

In Las Vegas, there are only a few hotels that can meet all the hard conditions and all the soft needs at the same time, and Wynn is one of them. Since we already have cooperation with After Party, why not just choose this place as the artist’s residence? After all, with the first level of cooperation, it is easier to bargain at a lower price.

In the end, Wynn Hotel undertook the reception of all 30 artist teams of the Mad City Music Festival with a unified discount of 10%. Anyway, accommodation is not the main source of Wynn's operating income. Last quarter, Wynn's total revenue was close to $3240 billion, of which only $ million came from the hotel business. Therefore, no matter how high the discount is, it will not have much impact on Wynn's profitability. On the contrary, the arrival of the all-star lineup will also bring huge traffic to Wynn during Halloween.

Why not do something that is a win-win situation?

"Oh, great."

Bili, whose hair was completely messed up, raised the car window with satisfaction and looked at the other people in the business car.

"When I came to Las Vegas when I was a kid, I was very envious when I saw other people winning money... This time, I want to win back all the money this city owed me!"

"How are you going to win?" Phineas teased his sister, "As a girl who is only fifteen years old, do you think the security will allow you to approach the gaming table?"

"It's okay, I have Maddie with me." Billie held the arm of Madison Beer who was sitting next to her.

"How can I accompany you?" Maddie smiled helplessly, "I am also a seventeen-year-old girl."

"You really..."

"I'm more than seventeen years old." Zhao Youzhen's voice floated faintly from the back seat, "But I am your manager. Do you think I will take you to participate in gambling activities?"

"Karen..."

"I'm very busy, go find someone else to play with."

"elder brother……"

"I'm not busy, but I will tell my parents."

"Big bro..."

Bi Li had no choice but to kneel on the seat, straighten up, and look at Han Yi like a puppy pleading for mercy.

"I won't tell your parents, but I have to politely refuse because I have no interest and no time."

Han Yi crushed Bi Li's last dream of becoming the God of Gamblers.

"In fact, I won't even be able to get out of this commercial vehicle later."

"You go and check in. You Zhen and I have to rush to another place and get to work immediately."

"Where are you going?" Maddie asked aloud.

"go……"

"Sahara."

(End of this chapter)