hollywood billionaire

Chapter 215 A Date That's Not a Date
What?
Witch of Szeged, right?
Han Yi suddenly sat upright, opened his eyes as wide as possible, and stared at Barbara Pavin's private message on the screen in disbelief.

[I didn't say I was in New York. 】

[But are you there? 】

Ok……

【exist. 】

[Look, I told you, I can read people's hearts. 】

[What in the Hungarian witchcraft is this? 】

A witty remark was sent, and the other person was silent for about two or three minutes.Han Yi was very confident, it must be because after Barbara saw this message, she laughed so much that she couldn't hold the phone firmly.

【Why are you here? 】

why here?

Han Yi raised his head and glanced at Central Park outside the French window.

[To do asset hardening. 】

Turning real estate and bonds into cash is called increasing the liquidity of funds. In turn, it must be the hardening of funds.

【And you? 】

[If you forget, I live here. 】

[I mean, looking at the photos you posted, I thought you were still in Budapest. 】

[A person should never post on Instagram the photos taken that day. 】

【Who said this? 】

[Said by someone with millions of followers on Instagram!You better trust her. 】

[Okay, I have added this note to my “30 Followers in [-] Days” plan list. 】

The silence lasted a little shorter this time, and after about 1 minute, the gray chat box bubbles reappeared.

[Any plans for dinner? 】

dinner……

[Does Doordash McDonald's count? 】

There are so many apartments, the inspection team of 111 Home Inspections is estimated to be busy until eight or nine in the evening.Furthermore, the head chef position of One57#79 is temporarily vacant.

Corey McIntosh's craftsmanship has been experienced by Han Yi. I can't say it's not good. I can only say that judging from the average cooking level of the British, it's not bad. He can make it without burning down the kitchen. A full English breakfast that makes Chinese people completely lose their appetite.

But letting Han Yi cook by himself is not as convenient as ordering takeout.

[Not even Shakeshack?Of course not. 】

[Nine 10 minutes later, a feast.How to say? 】

Nine 10 minutes later?

Han Yi glanced at the time on the upper left of the screen.

Twenty-two at four.

Nine and ten minutes later, it's almost six o'clock after five o'clock.

It's still early, it's safe, and it's suitable for gatherings without any purpose.

【Okay, where will I see you? 】

[Dogpound Gym, on time at six o'clock. 】

【Where is that? 】

[There is only one Dogpound in New York, just search it on the map. 】

【OK. 】

【See you later Alligator. 】

Barbara Pavon's one-liners carry a strong sense of a foreigner coming to live in America, crazily sucking on pop culture, but not quite getting the hang of it.

It is quite American with her most of the time, but the accent of individual words is exactly the same.

After exiting the Instagram interface, Han Yi entered the word Dogpound Gym into the map, zoomed in on the scale, and took a closer look at the area where the gym was located.

She lives in Williamsburg but works out on the border of Tribeca and SoHo.

This girl is not too troublesome.

"Kerui, have you checked the master bedroom?"

Han Yi drank the iced tea on the tea table in front of him, stood up, and asked his property manager.

"The inspection is over, Mr. Han."

"Okay, then I'm going to take a nap first. Please call me at five o'clock...an hour later."

"No problem, do you want to go out?"

"Yes." Han Yi nodded, "I have a dinner appointment."

"Should I contact the manager in LA ahead of time to have the car ready?"

The LA in Corey's mouth is not the city named Los Angeles, but Luxury Attaché, the property and concierge service provider of One57.Every apartment owner automatically receives a Luxury Attaché private membership.Although most of the residents in this skyscraper on Billionaires Row have their own commuter vehicles in New York, the concierge still has two Mercedes-Benz S-Classes in case they are needed.

"Ah...no need."

Picking up Barbara in a limousine seemed too much like a formal date.

Han Yi thought for a while, smiled and shook his head.

"I'll just go downstairs and hail a yellow taxi."

"$16.8."

“Can I pay with a credit card?”

"Of course, the board is in front of you, brush it directly."

The magnetic strip was drawn across the right side of the payment panel, leaving a 15% tip. Han Yixian nodded to the Ghanaian driver, who was so dark that he could hardly see his features.In people's stereotype of New York, middle-aged men who drive taxis are basically from India, Pakistan or Bangladesh. However, in recent years, Ghanaian and Haitian drivers who are more able to endure hardships and have lower living standards have occupied Manhattan's streets. Streets and alleys.

"Thank you and have a nice day."

"You too."

The moment he got out of the car door, Han Yizhen wanted to turn around and ask the driver to take him back.In New York at the end of July, the temperature was still hovering between 88 and 90 degrees Fahrenheit, which converted to Celsius is 31 to 32 degrees.Summer in the Big Apple is completely different from summer in the City of Angels.Surrounded by desert, the latter is more dry and hot. As long as you stand in the shade, the temperature will drop immediately.The heat in New York is accompanied by the smelly and humid Atlantic sea breeze.Water molecules with full heat are transpiring and volatilizing in the unspeakably dirty streets of lower Manhattan. Even Tribeca, which is relatively affluent and safer, is often shrouded in unpleasant odors.

"The city is really dirty - and it smells like trash, not perfume."

The New York police's comments on the atmosphere of this century-old city are insightful.

Believe it or not, in this city, on a considerable number of streets, the sewers are open to the air, only covered by metal mesh grilles.

People can't fall, but if you are not careful when you take out your wallet, it will take minutes for coins or keys to fall into it.

Why do people only discover the bad things about a city after moving to live in it?
Luckily my apartment is on the 79th floor.

Pulling on the neckline of this Brioni beige zipper polo shirt, Han Yi fully integrated into the rhythm of New Yorker's life. He ran through a red light with a few locals. Walk to the gate of No. [-] Renwick Street.

There were still five or six minutes before the appointed time, but Barbara was already standing in front of the eight-story red brick retro building, having an intimate conversation with a girl who was a head taller than her already slender and tall.

"Hey, sorry, I'm five minutes early."

Holding a transparent water bottle that was longer than her face, Barbara smiled brightly as she followed the sound.

"See, that's what I said - always kidding."

Taking half a step towards Han Yi who was walking towards him, Barbara, Han Yi and the tall girl formed a conversation triangle with just the right distance.

"This is my friend, Yi."

"Yi, this is my best friend, Karlie Kloss."

"Hi, Carly."

Han Yi, who is only a little taller than Barbara, needs to move his eyes up a few inches to make eye contact with Karlie Kloss.

There are not many supermodels that Han Yi can name, and most of them have walked through the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show.

Coincidentally, Karlie Kloss is also an angel.

Victoria's Secret Angel, Taylor Swift's inseparable sister, earned $1000 million last year, ranking third in the supermodel world, more than twice as high as Barbara Pavon, and a programmer dedicated to helping female programmers Enthusiast.

Ordinary models are ordinary models, Kylie Jenner, Kendall Jenner, Gigi Hadid, Karlie Kloss, and Cara Delevingne, called across Madison Avenue and the Hollywood Hills A leader in the fashion industry.

Legend has it that Karlie Kloss is six feet two inches.

Sure enough, the real person is too tall.

"Hello, Yi." Carly shook hands with Han Yi, and when she smiled, her upper lip disappeared automatically, "Congratulations, that song "Cold Water" is really good, I've been playing it on repeat for the past two days .”

"Ah, thank you." Han Yi was slightly surprised. He didn't expect that the other party had a certain understanding of his career development.

Catching Han Yi's subtle expression changes, Carly gathered the gym bag on her shoulders, and said with a smile, "Barbara told me a lot..."

"Karlie, no!" Barbara lamented.

"News, I read the news." Carly changed her words immediately. The hairpin turned very sharply, and she didn't even have time to put on the tires. It was full of blunt scorched smoke, "What are you going to do later?"

"We..." Han Yi looked at Barbara.

"I don't know, I should just go for a walk and have dinner." Barbara invited, "Do you want to come together?"

"Thanks for the invitation, but no, I have to go back to Nolita to change. Joshua's got a Princeton dinner today."

Karlie Kloss can't do it when it's the third wheel.The same reason she found with Taylor Swift and Joe Alvin, she did the same in front of Barbara Pavin and Han Yi.

An important dinner for a boyfriend is always the best excuse to get away gracefully.

Noticing that the personal assistant was driving her Mercedes-Benz G550 towards the three of them not far away, Carly once again showed a sweet and charming smile, but it was a restrained smile that had been polished by her boyfriend's old money society in the past few years. Yi and Barbara wave goodbye.

"Nice to meet you, Yi! See you some other time, Barbara. Remember to send me the brand of your protein powder!"

"I'll send you back when I get back!"

"Bye, Carly!"

"Don't count on it." Watching the G550 go away together with Han Yi, Barbara put the water bottle back in her backpack and grabbed the shoulder strap, "She has a super rich and handsome boyfriend, 1.9 meters."

"I know, Joshua Kushner."

Han Yi, who nodded in response, took a long time to taste the flavor of Barbara's words.

"No, who's counting on it? I'm just saying goodbye to her."

Han Yi curled his lips helplessly.

"I dare not find a woman who can hold me and sing a lullaby at night."

"How can you say such a thing?"

Barbara burst out laughing and walked southeast along Canal Street.

"Just say what comes to mind." Half a step behind Barbara, Han Yi and Barbara chatted casually, "Do you usually work out together?"

"Occasionally. This gym is owned by Carly and I's personal trainer, Kirk Myers. Normally we're both busy, so the timing doesn't always match up, but if we're both in New York, and If you are free, I will make an appointment to come to class together."

"No wonder you came all the way to Tribeca." Han Yi suddenly thought, "How is he teaching?"

"It's not bad, not the kind that can change your life, but it's really professional. Most of the Victoria's Secret Angels who live in New York, including Taylor, Adam, Hugh and Gerrard, use him to train."

"Gerald? Gerald Butler?"

"uh-huh."

"Then this Kirk is really good." Thinking back to the figures of Hugh Jackman and Gerard Butler in his mind, Han Yi agreed with Barbara's evaluation, "Very good, maybe next time I come to New York to grow Live, I can let him be my personal trainer, and I am also planning to exercise recently."

"You do."

"Wow, well said, Barbie."

"I'm just kidding, you look... you're okay." Barbara stopped, turned her head, squinted her eyes and looked at Han Yi for a while, not knowing what she was thinking about.After a few seconds, she smiled and continued to walk forward, "The shoulders can be made wider, and it will look more stylish."

"Suggestion received." Han Yi smiled and saluted, "Where are we going now?"

"Let's go eat."

"Have you chosen a place?"

"not yet."

"That's such a hurry."

"No matter where you go, you have to take the subway first." Barbara pointed to the dark green fence across the street, taking it for granted.The subway station in New York has been in operation for 112 years, and the Canal Street station opposite them also has a history of 99 years.There is no modern equipment and luxurious decoration, just a U-shaped metal fence guarding a staircase leading to the underground, nothing more.

"It's really hard for me to believe that you're the kind of guy who rides the subway in New York."

"Why can't you believe it?" Judging from her rampant posture, it was clear that Barbara Pavin already knew New York well.She raised her hand to signal the car to give way. The second her feet completely stepped onto the sidewalk, the signal light on the other side of the street turned green.The timing is just right, just like New York's transportation system is customized for Barbara, "I travel all year round, the United States and Europe, I don't have time to drive, and New York is not a good place to drive..."

"I haven't passed the test, have I?" Han Yi hit the nail on the head.

"I..." Barbara opened her mouth slightly and was stunned on the spot.

It's too direct.

"Road test or written test?"

"...Written test." After struggling for a while, Barbara's tone became lower and lower like the steps under her feet. , I can’t calm down enough to memorize the questions.”

"I can understand." Han Yi didn't continue joking, but comforted him softly, "And you're right, New York is not a place for driving, especially for beginners. Roads are blocked and diverted every now and then. hit a pedestrian."

"Isn't it!" Barbara raised her arms and pulled herself together, "And I actually like taking the subway."

"New York subway?" Han Yi glanced at the wall that passed by, and could no longer see the original color of the wall.

"The subway anywhere." Barbara remained calm, and leaned towards Han Yi's direction. While trying not to appear abnormal, she bypassed a homeless man who was lying on the ground and didn't know whether he was dozing off or in a coma. "New York... has a bit... a bit of flavor, but don't you think the subway itself is a very energizing place?"

“Standing in a car surrounded by normal people who care about their lives. No hundreds of dollar heels on their feet, but with the dinner I bought for my wife and three kids tonight. I love this mess Everyday, it always makes me forget a lot of troubles.”

Standing in front of the subway ticket machine, Barbara looked at him narrowly and wrinkled her nose.

"Besides, what else can show that today's dinner is not a date than riding the subway with you dressed like this?"

Indeed.

Han Yi glanced up and down at Barbara Pavon's outfit, black Nike training shoes, black tight yoga pants, a T-shirt with the gym logo printed on it, and nothing else.Her hair was casually tied into a single ponytail at the back of her head, and there was no trace of cosmetics on her face, just a little eyeliner with an eyebrow pencil.

From the looks of it, Barbara Pavon carried out the spirit of the pure friendship dinner quite resolutely.

"It makes sense." Han Yi burst out laughing, and instantly relaxed a lot, "I..."

"I have made progress with a certain girl." Observing Han Yi's expression, Barbara took a breath, "My God, I have made progress with several girls at the same time!"

"Shut up, witch, shut up!" Han Yi pressed his chest, his frightened expression was half real and half fake, "What kind of monster are you?"

"I told you, I can read minds." Putting in a piece of Andrew Jackson, he pulled out a small piece of bright yellow paper, and Barbara Pavin patted it into Han Yi's hand, smiling slightly Wan, "Metro card, I invite you. Find a place to eat first, and then talk about your affairs...or don't talk, I don't care."

"Thank you...for dinner, what do you think?"

"It's my off-day, so I'm feeling a bit naughty."

Barbara rolled her eyes and suggested excitedly.

"Well, let's eat less in each place, go to two restaurants, you recommend one, I recommend one."

"Sounds interesting."

"And you are not allowed to recommend your own hometown food. Besides Chinese food and Hungarian food, choose another, your favorite restaurant in New York."

"accept the challenge."

"The third rule, don't look for Michelin-starred restaurants." Barbara pointed to the huge gym logo on her chest, "I can't get in today."

"You want me to look for it, and I won't look for that kind of place." Han Yi shrugged, "Tuesday will look like Tuesday, so many delicious street shops in New York are born for working days. "

"Great! When I'm on vacation, I hate eating five-course, seven-course and nine-course meals." Barbara cheered softly, "Then it's settled, street shop!"

"Who chooses first?"

"Well... I'll go first."

Looking up at the eight circles of "N/R/Q/W/J/M/Z/6" in three colors hanging above her head, the old New York Barbara went through the subway map in her mind. He grabbed Han Yi's arm and walked in the opposite direction.

"We take the yellow line and take you to eat the best Thai food in New York!"

(End of this chapter)