hollywood billionaire

Chapter 480 Xiaoru’s Gift (Part )
The night breeze of Beverly Hills, wrapped in the scent of orange blossoms and money, swept past the black metal gate of 864 Stradella Road.

The surface of the swimming pool was dyed into broken violet by neon lights, and a bottle of Spade Ace champagne fell silently beside the DJ booth. The foam from the wine slowly flowed forward along the soil under the lawn - until the first roar of the subwoofer blew up the crowd again.

"Rain drop, drop top——

Smoking on cookies in the hotbox! "

Diplo's fingers slide across the mixing board like a surgeon cutting open a restless body.

The Migos trio gathered around him, three necklaces more dazzling than Quavo's diamond-encrusted teeth in later generations.

"Diamond raindrops,
dripping on the convertible.

In a closed carriage,

Rising smoke with green plants.

……

We started from scratch.

I never trust anyone and my finger is always on the trigger.

Call my brothers and tell them to catch you.

Let you cry, and then give you a face towel.

My girl can be in the living room or on the street.

He can handle an Uzi, and he knows how to make good medicine.

My accomplice is cruel and merciless,
We have guns with thirty rounds, guns with one hundred rounds, everything..."

It's hard to hear the lyrics when they are screamed at a volume that almost causes sparks on the vocal cords.

But mumble rap is an art that does not require the audience to hear clearly.

What it provides is pure joy that stimulates adrenaline without any deep meaning or metaphor.

"Bad and Boujee" has become a popular party song that has been played repeatedly in Los Angeles, the West Coast and even the entire United States. As the first batch of people exposed to this trend, most of the colleagues at Han Music can hum a line or two along with the chorus. Even if they can't remember the lyrics in some places, they can get by with triplets.

Thus, the chorus covered every syllable, and Han Yi's birthday party officially entered its climax.

The whole estate began to tilt, the river of champagne flowed back into the bottles, and Migos walked above the crowd.

Their Timberland soles tread over palms reaching toward the sky, iPhone cameras, and buckets of melting ice, creating new splashes with every step.

The music was so loud after dark that it would normally attract two or three Beverly Hills police officers who would come to the door to warn the owner after receiving a noise complaint. But the owner of 846 Stradella Road, Roy D. Kaufman, died on September 9, and the property is currently vacant, waiting for the lawyer to distribute it to Roy's two daughters, Jennifer and Susie, according to his will. The owner of 21 Stradella Road, famous real estate agent Jay Belson, is currently on vacation with his family in Europe and is not at home either.

The owner of 857 Stradella Road is a 73-year-old kind lady, Helen Funai. She is one of the most famous Asian actresses in Hollywood in the 2007s, and one of the few Asians who can play important supporting roles in mainstream commercial films such as "The Spy Who Came In". After her husband passed away in , Helen has been living here alone, and her son and granddaughter occasionally come to visit.

On weekdays, Han Yi and his mansion management team took good care of her, and the old lady was also very friendly to her neighbors, often sending them some homemade desserts. Therefore, as long as the noise was not too harsh, Helen would not call 911. What's more, the old lady was not in Los Angeles today, or even in the United States - she would spend the winter with her sister in Japan until the end of the New Year.

As for the neighbors at 833 Stradella Road…

Right now I'm drunk with Kevin Hart, singing along to "Bad and Boujee" without knowing the lyrics.

With the right timing, location and people, this surprise birthday party was a great success for both the host and the guests. Of course, Han Yi's way of "having fun" was different from others. After greeting all the guests and exchanging a few pleasantries with everyone, whether they were employees, artists or partners, Han Yi retreated to his bedroom under the pretext of making a phone call.

With a glass of iced cola, he half leaned on the railing of the master bedroom balcony, admiring the vibrant party scene. Han Yi didn't dislike the hustle and bustle, he just liked this kind of detached observation more - just like a game player pressing the pause button to examine the algorithm trajectory of the NPC. The balcony railing became the embodiment of the fourth wall. The crazier the downstairs, the quieter the upstairs. When the whole manor tilted into Van Gogh's starry sky in the sound waves, he was the only one standing at the absolutely still singularity.

Almost a year after his rebirth, the feeling of unreality still bothered him. It wasn't his fault, anyone who was given billions of dollars to live the life he wanted would occasionally pinch his arm, bite his tongue, or wake up in the middle of the night to run to the bathroom and feel the water running from the faucet to make sure he was still there, that everything he said, touched and felt was real.

Sometimes, the sense of unreality becomes very strong because everything is so beautiful that it is unbelievable. A mansion on the top of Beverly Hills, a tower apartment with a view of Central Park, a private jet that can sail across continents, and a super yacht that sails around the world.

A girl whose appearance surpassed most stars fell in love with him and was willing to become his most solid business partner. She bought him a luxury sports car with the first pot of gold she had earned. A young singer whose every inch met the mainstream aesthetic of European and American society became his little fan girl and entrusted her entire career to him. A supermodel who had only been seen on TV screens and in advertising windows in her previous life flew all the way to Los Angeles to celebrate his birthday. She was so excited because of the title of girlfriend.

Warren Buffett doesn't live like this either.

He has plenty of the two most precious things in the world, time and money.

Everything is so perfect.

It is precisely because of this perfect existence that Han Yi always feels as if he is in a deep dream when he has free time.

One day in the human world is equivalent to a hundred years here, a deep dream.

Therefore, after his rebirth, Han Yi has been looking for an anchor point like the spinning top in "Inception" that can help him distinguish between reality and illusion.

Over the course of a year, he was able to find very few anchor points.

One of the two or three most conspicuous and important ones is Xiaoru. "Hello, can you come in?"

There was a gentle knock on the half-open door of the master bedroom. Without turning his head, Han Yi knew who the voice, as soft as lotus root powder, came from.

"Why are you so polite?" Han Yi smiled at her, "Are you exhausted?"

"You said I was polite, but you are still polite."

Even with her eyelashes curled upward, she couldn't shake off the smile in the corners of her eyes. Xu Yi subconsciously looked into the corridor, and after making sure that no one was there, she gently closed the door, took off her shoes, and walked in on tiptoe.

"No need to take off your shoes." Han Yi signaled with his eyes, "Corey will hire someone to clean tomorrow anyway."

"No, the sleeping area must be kept clean at all times."

Walking up to Han Yi and standing side by side with him, Xiaoru did not choose to lean on the railing like the former, but hid behind the TV wall in the courtyard on the first floor that was invisible to the guests, and handed him the mug in her hand.

"Mr. Han, if the birthday boy disappears, he will be fined... Here, this is the fine."

"What is this?" Han Yi looked down at the amber liquid in the cup.

"Pearl milk." Xiaoru tilted her head, "Can't you tell?"

"I can see that... but who drinks milk tea at the party?" Han Yi laughed dumbly, "Who ordered the takeaway?"

"What takeout? I made it myself."

"self-made?"

"Yeah, Ashley and the others know that I'm from Formosa, so they let me show off my skills."

"You really can?" Han Yi was slightly surprised, "How come I don't know."

"No, but the atmosphere has been set up here, I can't be stage frightened." Xiaoru winked playfully, "So I found some classmates for emergency training online."

"Why don't I believe that you have a classmate who works in a milk tea shop?"

"There are classmates who opened milk tea shops." Xiaoru corrected him in a long tone. The girl raised her arms and chin, looking at him expectantly, "I made it with the ingredients I have at home, try it, how is it?"

"The tea flavor is very strong, but not too sweet." Han Yi smacked his lips and commented seriously, "It's the flavor I like... but can Holshi and the others get used to it?"

"Of course, this cup I made for you has been modified according to your taste. I put triple the sugar in these cups."

There was nothing funny about this sentence, but Han Yi inexplicably followed Xu Yiru and laughed softly.

As they laughed, their lips touched.

Unlike the rich and sweet milk tea in the cup, Xiaoru's lips tasted like cherries that had been dipped in spring water three times.

"Thanks a lot."

After his breathing rose and fell countless times, Han Yi finally let go of Xiaoru's wrist, and his voice sounded a little dry and hoarse.

"It's not hard." Xu Yiru pulled up the collar of her sweater that had slipped off her right shoulder, leaned back against the TV wall, and pointed at her mouth. "It's okay this time. It didn't get swollen from the kiss."

"You know that's not what I'm talking about." Han Yi raised the mug in his hand and drew a semicircle in front of him. "I'm talking about the party you planned. There are so many people, such a big scene, and you have so many things to do in school. You must be very busy these two days."

"Madison and I planned this together." Xu Yiru didn't take credit for it. "And we weren't that busy. Don't pretend you didn't know about this. You just exposed it. You asked Corey to help us so much, and I didn't have to do anything in the end. They took care of everything, and they even rushed to pay... Hey, speaking of this, you're really annoying. Someone planned a surprise party for you, but you actually paid for it yourself."

"I have too much money to burn." Han Yi grinned as Xiaoru patted his chest. "And the most important thing is the thought. I am deeply touched if you have such a heart."

"It's not just about throwing you a birthday party." Xiaoru explained, emphasizing the latter part of the sentence, "Although... no although, Madison and I both feel that you need an occasion like this to gather everyone together, to make a summary of the past, and then look forward to the future together. It feels a bit deliberate if you do it yourself, but it will be much more natural if we help you do it."

"Of course I can see what you are thinking." Han Yi pursed his lips and said sincerely, "I know it may sound a bit polite... but I really appreciate it. I really need such an opportunity to cheer everyone up and unify their thoughts."

"What do you think of the effect?" Xu Yiru asked him.

"What do you think?" Han Yi asked back.

"I think……"

With her fingertips touching his wrist, Xiaoru, with her eyes drooped, whispered softly as if a thin layer of glaze had spread across her cheeks.

"My vision was indeed correct."

"My husband...is getting better and better."

(End of this chapter)