I’m in Hollywood

In the early morning, perhaps because of staying at Drew's house last night, Gwyneth Paltrow got up an hour or two earlier than usual and came to the restaurant and saw Eric sitting at the table eating breakfast.

And Eric said good morning, Gwyneth Paltrow had no choice but to tell the twins to help them prepare breakfast, then sat down opposite Eric, swept the newspaper in his hand and asked: " Eric, Drew is still not up?"

Eric nodded and said, "Yeah, how did you get up so early?"

"It’s already seven o'clock, I don't have the habit of sleeping late," Gwyneth said without any guilty expression. He looked at the cup of milk at Eric's hand and his eyes flashed. "Ai Rick, I am a little thirsty. Can you drink your glass of milk first?"

Eric smiled and pushed the next cup over, shouting Natasha and preparing himself for another cup, and continued to look down at his newspaper.

Gwyneth took the cup and took a sip of milk. He licked his mouth and remembered what Drew and Eric discussed later. He looked up and said, "Eric, you really want to buy four private planes at once. ?"

"Yes what's the matter?"

Gwyneth shrank his neck, this time it was not a pretending gesture. When I heard Drew and Eric discuss the plan to buy four private jets last night, Gwyneth did not know what it was. She is very good, but from small to large, there are only a handful of private jets. Eric has to buy four private jets at a time, and build a private airport on the east and west coasts. This kind of thing she never has. I thought I would happen to myself.

However, think of Eric's top in the list of Forbes' richest people, Gwyneth thinks that this kind of thing is taken for granted, but the envy of Drew has increased a bit. If this happens to himself, it is good.

"I just think, then, is it used up?"

"Oh, if you want to use it, you can find Drew."

Gwyneth rubbed his eyes, and the body did not consciously lean forward. Some regrets just didn't sit next to Eric, with a bit of spoiled in the tone, saying: "I can't borrow you?"

"Okay."

"That's it," Gwyneth immediately hit the snake with the stick and said, "But I don't have your cell phone number yet. Can you give me one? It's a private one." ""

Eric shook his head this time and refused: "You want to contact me, you can find Drew."

"Hey, I just said that I can borrow it," Gwyneth said with a dissatisfaction, took a sip of milk in front of him, and deliberately licked his mouth with a few teasings, but unfortunately Eric I didn’t even look at it.

Seeing that Eric was indifferent, Gwyneth was about to make persistent efforts. The girl fell into the restaurant, barefoot, wearing a small vest and short hot pants, a pair of sleepy eyes, dragging a chair and stabbing. I moved to Eric next to me and made a small yawn. I leaned on Eric's shoulder and felt uncomfortable. The little body quickly fell down again.

Gwyneth saw Eric's mouth smirk with a smile, and also deliberately reached out and grabbed the body of the **** to prevent her from lying on the edge of the table. The heart almost gave birth to a loud roaring impulse: Why are you not in this small pool? Sleeping to death!

On the other side of the table, Eric’s arm was stunned in his arms and snorted, saying: “Eric, let Natasha prepare the car, we, go to Ventura later. ”

Eric bowed his head and said: "Would you like to eat something first, wait for you to sleep on the road?"

"Hey, I haven't brushed my teeth yet, don't eat."

"Oh, then brush your teeth."

"I still want to take a shower," a small white arm stretched out from the table and pulled the collar of the Eric shirt. "Eric, you hugged me."

Eric looked helplessly, but put down the newspaper in his hand, reached out and took the little Nizi in his arms and left the restaurant.

Gwyneth felt that the whole process had been ignored. My heart was so angry that I wanted to drop the cup of milk in front of me. I watched Natasha walk in with a salad and politely put the plate in front of her. Gwyneth subconsciously wanted to deliberately pick a few faults, but remembered that these two quiet Russian girls used to play sandbags in the fitness room, and suddenly endured, but the heart is inexplicably feeling very wronged.

After more than half an hour, Eric and Drew talked together and walked into the restaurant again and again. Both of them changed their clothes, and they didn't know if they had done anything bad.

Gwyneth changed his face and smiled, and deliberately sneered at Drew's eyes before he pretended to ask unintentionally: "Drew, built the private airport in Ventura, is not too far from Los Angeles Already?"

Ventura is a small city in the north of Los Angeles, about a hundred kilometers from Los Angeles. Gwyneth heard about Eric and Drew last night discussing the construction of a private airport in Ventura.

Drewby had a lot of spirits and said: "I would also like to build the airport in Los Angeles. Unfortunately, the Boeing 747's runway requires at least three kilometers. I have been running in Los Angeles for a long time. I have not found a suitable place. I can only go. Ventura. However, it is not far from the sharp corner manor, less than 50 kilometers, the sharp corner manor to Los Angeles International Airport is almost 50 kilometers. Yes, Kate, today is the weekend, do you want to Going together? Ventura is still very suitable for weekend vacations, and I and Eric intend to buy a small manor there by the way."

Although I had an appointment to go home for dinner at noon today, Gwyneth didn't want to nod and said, "Okay," said the eyeballs still turning between Eric and Drew, and laughed: "As long as you don't care if I am a light bulb."

Shantou immediately said: "Then you can call your boyfriend together, but we are planning to stay in Ventura for two days and come back on Monday."

Gwyneth's eyes subconsciously squinted at Eric, smiling and shook his head: "I don't have it now, or else, lend your boyfriend to me."

"Oh, don't borrow," Shantou smiled and shook his head. He also held Eric's arm. He didn't know whether it was intentional or not. He said: "But you can grab it, whoever grabs it."

After breakfast, Eric called a group of bodyguards and the group set off from Beverly Hills.

Passing through downtown Los Angeles and heading north along the California Highway 1, it took another hour to enter another residential area.

In Drew’s Land Rover Range Rover, Eric sat in the middle, sitting on the side of the sea, passing by the city of Oxnard south of Ventura, and somewhat regretted pointing out that a large piece of the sea was surrounded by low-rise barbed wire. Regional, said: "It's a pity, if you can build the airport here."

Eric just smiled, and Gwyneth, who was sitting on the other side of Eric, leaned over and looked at Eric and looked out curiously. "Why don't you build it here?" I also think this is quite appropriate?"

The summer clothes were particularly light and thin. Eric felt the soft body that Gwyneth deliberately smashed, and he was too lazy to avoid it. He just smiled and explained: "This is the Mugu naval base."

"Oh, that will definitely not work," Gwyneth smiled, but did not remove the body and continued: "In this case, can we build a private airport nearby? It seems, I remember, near the military base." What should there be no-fly zone?"

"No problem," Eric did not answer. On the other side, Drew said: "I have consulted a lawyer, and Oxnard has two civil airports. The north is not far from here. Ten kilometers. If there is a no-fly zone, the two airports will not be able to appear."

Chatting all the way through the downtown area of ​​Oxnard, I quickly came to the city of Ventura in the north.

Eric and his group first stayed at a private resort in Ventura and then went to the airport construction site where Drew picked in with the official of Ventura.

The plot was located next to a dry river on the south side of Ventura City. Eric and Drew got off the bus and saw a farmland in front of them.

The Ventura City official named Jack Wurson also got off the bus and walked through the farm along with a simple concrete road with Eric and his team: "Mr. Williams, look. In the south is Ventura Harbour. If you have a yacht, you can also park it. Oh, the land where you need to build a private airport is here. From our feet, three kilometers to the west, one kilometer to the south, a total of 300 hectares of land. Miss Barrymore said that the airport is about to dock 10 planes. This land is definitely enough. Of course, if you want to build two cross-shaped cross-tracks, you need to extend at least 500 meters to the north, but I think this It should be unnecessary. The two civilian airports in Oxnard are also a runway."

Eric nodded and asked the girl next to him: "Are we building a runway or two?"

Shantou smiled and gave birth to two fingers: "The land on the island of Long Island has been picked up, that is, two."

"Miss Barrymore, here is not comparable to Long Island," Jack Wolson said with a smile. "We are a densely populated area. If you want to plot a larger plot, you will not only spend more money." And the time for review will be longer. After all, it will be closer to the residential area in the north. If you want to build it, you must first get the consent of the people. If it is at our feet, the distance is just right, there is no need to hold a hearing. You can break ground as soon as possible."

Eric feels that he has been plagued by the land for a while. He looked at the vast land of Lubei. Without much consideration, he plans to take as many plots as possible so as not to encounter the Firefly Studios in the future. The dilemma, then said: "If you can, build two runways, we are not in a hurry, if you can extend another one kilometer to the north, you can also take 600 hectares of land."

Since Eric decided that Jack Wolson smiled and nodded, he said: "In this case, Mr. Williams, this airport will take at least a year to start construction."

Eric smiled and asked: "Jack, don't you want me to buy as much as possible, can this contribute more taxes to Ventura?"

Jack Wurson nodded, with some savvy eyes in his eyes, saying: "Of course, however, these taxes can have nothing to do with me, I am only responsible for providing you with the most reasonable advice."

A few people talked and laughed, and spent half an hour on the surrounding land. Jack Wurson explained to Eric in detail about the various things that need to be paid attention to when building a private airport. Near noon, everyone returned to Ventura. city.

As a leisure-oriented town, Ventura’s harbour is home to hundreds of yachts, large and small. After finishing the business, everyone rented a yacht together in the afternoon.

The white yacht floated leisurely on the sea more than ten kilometers from the coastline. Eric wore beach pants and sunglasses lying on the deck to basking in the sun, seeing the twins shut down the engine and the anchor came from the other side of the hull. Sit up and smile and ask: "I don't know if you will open a yacht, yes, will the plane open?"

The two girls smiled slyly and sat down comfortably next to Drew. One of them nodded: "Helicopter, will."

The **** next to Eric also climbed up and hugged Eric with an arm and said with a smile: "Eric, they have everything, maybe the KGB sent to seduce your agents."

Eric knocked on the door of his mind and looked at the twins. He joked: "It looks really like it, so beautiful. Tell me what you are going to do, as long as you don't kill me, I try to cooperate."

The twins still smiled slyly and shook their heads: "No, master, these are the bosses who sent us to study."

Gregory, who has already sat on the other side of Eric, feels that he has a tendency to be ignored. He puts down the juice in his hand and actively looks for the topic: "Eric, you are not saying that you want to buy four private jets, why is that Jack? ·Wilson said that it is more than ten?"

Eric explained: "It is definitely a waste to build four private jets in a private airport, and some others will buy them together."

Gwyneth is still curious: "Who?"

Eric did not answer and smiled: "You can also buy it, and it will be stored here."

Gwyneth’s eyes were longing for a smile, but he shook his head regretfully, with some inexplicable hopes to look at Eric, saying: “I can’t afford a good car now, let alone a private jet. ""

"When you become a big star in the future, you can afford it."

"That doesn't have to be when, and even if I want to buy it, I can't afford Boeing," Gwyneth looked enviously at the Drew who had whispered something with the twins. He said: "Eric Buy 1,500 acres here, oh, that is 600 hectares of land, should it be expensive?"

Eric likes to use this area of ​​hectare. The official named Jack Wurson in the morning deliberately cooperated with his habit. Gwyneth was obviously influenced by their dialogue in the morning, and he deliberately used habitually. The acre unit is replaced by a hectare.

"If it's Los Angeles, it's very expensive. It's different here. It's just land, it won't exceed $20 million."

Although the land that Drew valued was in the urban area of ​​Ventura, it was only farmland, and it was impossible to go anywhere. Jeffrey bought the 2,000-acre farm in Maryland and spent only $7 million. The most expensive place to build a private airport is actually the latter operation and maintenance.