hollywood billionaire

Chapter 517 The Lucky One Who Won Three Jackpots in a Row
An hour later, the Gulfstream G650ER landed smoothly at Tetboro Airport in New Jersey, like a light feather.

The aircraft taxied slowly along the runway for a distance before gracefully turning into the exclusive parking spot of Meridian Aviation's South FBO via G passage.

Through the porthole, Han Yi saw the crowd that had been waiting for a long time on the tarmac: two pilots in bright green reflective vests, a regional account manager in a down jacket but still dressed impeccably in a three-piece suit, and two baggage handlers in gray felt hats chatting while leaning against a luggage cart. To their right, a black Maybach and two black Mercedes Sprinters were running, their red taillights illuminated, and on either side stood Corey McIntosh and Kian Griffin.

Fiyamu-Delvich, who had been almost invisible throughout the flight, stood up, nodded to Han Yi, gave him a good-natured smile, deftly picked up the Tom Ford Buckley suede travel bag containing Han Yi's belongings, and strode to the front cabin.

Amber Mantel originally wanted to approach Han Yi to offer him some words of comfort and try to win his favor, but the imposing figure of Fiyamu standing in front of her, and the double-headed eagle half-covered by his short-sleeved shirt, made her feel somewhat intimidated.

She could only stand there, and as Han Yi got up and walked towards the front cabin, she whispered goodbye: "Goodbye, Mr. Han, have a pleasant night."

"Thank you, you too." Han Yi returned a warm smile, and then greeted the captain and co-pilot who came out of the cockpit to see him off. "Thank you all for your hard work, see you next time."

He then followed in Fiamu's footsteps and stepped out of the cabin.

Ugh, it’s so cold!

A biting wind, carrying a damp chill, swept over him. Although he had already put on a thick down jacket and a long trench coat, the cold wind of December in New York, mixed with drizzle, still penetrated through the barriers, making it hard for him to breathe.

Fortunately, he didn't actually have to get wet in the rain.

Fiyamu had already stepped down the gangway, and a large black umbrella was steadily raised above him. Water droplets gently tapped on the umbrella's surface, effectively keeping the drizzling winter rain out of reach of everyone.

"Good afternoon, Corey and Jian."

Han Yi nodded to the two members of the mansion team who approached him. Three days earlier, Corey and Kean had already arrived in New York on a commercial flight to begin preliminary preparations. Also arriving on the same flight were Sofia Ortiz, Felix Sorenson, and Harold Hansen.

Apart from Johanna Jansen and Bobby Lewis, who remained at 864 Stradella Road to oversee the house cleaning and landscaping maintenance before the holidays, almost the entire Han Yi mansion team moved east to work together to ensure they were on duty at the One57 penthouse before Christmas.

The reason for sending so many people across the East and West coasts to Manhattan on a business trip was not because Han Yi was used to being waited on and needed a retinue to live comfortably in New York, but because this meeting was of utmost importance and the attendees were of extraordinary status. Every step had to be handled with utmost care and professionalism to ensure that nothing went wrong.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Han."

Three greetings rang out almost simultaneously. In addition to Corey McIntosh and Kian Griffin, the regional account manager, who was still impeccably dressed in a suit despite being in a down jacket, also quickly stepped forward.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Han. I'm Tom Buffington, the regional manager for Jet Linx. Welcome to New York... How was your flight?"

"There's nothing to complain about. Captain Christian is a first-rate pilot, and the service in the cabin is both polite and warm."

"Ah, it's so good to hear you say that."

Tom Buffington stretched his lips into a wide grin, trying to project an enthusiasm that was quite different from the weather in New York that day to his most distinguished VIP client.

"We also have good news for you: the international flight plan we submitted for you has been approved. All overflight permits along the route and landing permits for Taipei Songshan Airport were confirmed two hours ago. Your companions only need to prepare their itinerary according to the timetable we communicated in advance."

"That's great, thank you so much."

On the other side, the two porters moved with remarkable efficiency. Han Yi and Fei Yamu didn't have much luggage to begin with—Han Yi himself had three suitcases, two large and one small, while Fei Yamu, who was on a short business trip, only brought one large suitcase. As soon as the cargo door of the G650ER opened, in less than two minutes, all the luggage had been securely placed in the Mercedes Sprinter, which had its rear seats removed and was specifically designed for transporting luggage.

Therefore, without exchanging many pleasantries, Han Yi, accompanied by Gian Griffin and Fiamou Delvich on either side, walked towards the black Maybach, where Corey McIntosh was already waiting with the door open. Han Yi lowered his head slightly, blending into the quiet and luxurious shadows inside the car.

“See you next time, Mr. Han!” Tom Buffington waved to him. “Have a pleasant evening!”

"You too."

The last two words Han Yi used to end the conversation became the signal for the convoy to depart. Fiyamu Delvich climbed into the passenger seat of the Maybach; as his bodyguard, he had to stay close to his employer at all times. Corey, after patting the Maybach to signal the driver to prepare to leave, got into the lead passenger car, the Sprinter, with Kian.

The small convoy had a clear division of labor: the Sprinter carrying Kory and Gian served as the navigation car, the Maybach carrying Han Yi and Fiamu served as the main guest car in the middle, and the cargo Sprinter carrying luggage followed closely behind.

495 Limousine, the limousine company hired by Corey for this airport pickup, is a well-known limousine service in the New York metropolitan area and even the entire East Coast. Musicians touring around New York and celebrities attending the Met Gala at the Metropolitan Museum of Art frequently use their fleet.

Therefore, without any additional instruction from Fiam, the Maybach driver can perfectly meet the needs of VIPs—maintaining speed without sudden acceleration or braking, changing lanes abruptly, using a mobile phone, or engaging in conversation with passengers.

In short, the goal is to provide our VIP clients, who are weary from long journeys, with a comfortable mobile palace where they can barely feel any bumps or jolting.

Stretching and cracking his knuckles, Han Yi yawned, knowing he was about to spend nearly an hour on the road again. He glanced resentfully at the overcast sky outside the dark car window.

If the weather conditions weren't unsuitable for helicopter takeoff and landing, he would definitely have chosen to use BLADE's helicopter service. It only takes six minutes to get from Tetbury to BLADE's helipad on West 30th Street. And from there, it's a maximum of 15 minutes by car to One57.

Now...

Let it be blocked.

I got stuck in traffic when I got home, just in time for dinner.

That's the only way I can comfort myself.

As soon as the Maybach entered US-46E, Han Yi felt the car slow down significantly. He sighed inwardly, then took out his phone to check the unread messages from when he got off the plane until he set off.

turn out……

There were no more work-related messages, but there were seven more personal messages.

In WeChat, Xu Yiru posted two messages and Zhao Youzhen posted two messages.

Barbara posted three messages on WhatsApp.

Upon seeing these push notifications, Han Yi gasped, and two thoughts flashed through his mind.

First, why is my WeChat pop-up window showing specific content again? I need to turn it off immediately, or something bad will happen.

Secondly... just how much trouble have I gotten myself into?! Who could stand doing this every day?!
However, Han Yi quickly regained his composure after his near-collapse.

After all, a person cannot, and should not, complain about paying too much tax after winning the lottery jackpot three times in a row.

After closing his eyes and recalling the three jackpots he had won, Han Yi felt much more at ease.

You can do it! Han Xiaoyi, keep it up!
After giving himself another pep talk, Han Yi shakily opened WeChat.

The first thing Han Yi opened was his chat interface with Xiao Ru.

There are two new voice messages, one three seconds long and one five seconds long, sent at 4:32 PM and 4:39 PM respectively.

Converted to West Coast time, that's 1:32 PM and 1:39 PM.

"Baby Yi Yi, have you arrived in New York yet?"

"Sweet potato, sweet potato, please reply if you receive this, please reply if you receive this~"

Xiaoru's voice is like a bowl of glutinous rice balls with too much brown sugar. You know it's sickeningly sweet and that too much is bad for your health, but you just can't help wanting to eat it spoonful after spoonful.

After all, this little thing is so cute, pink and soft, cool and refreshing!

If Han Yi is a diabetic patient, then Xu Yiru is the sugar he needs to consume every day... well, that analogy doesn't seem quite right...

No! This analogy is perfectly apt!
As long as I can hear Xiaoru's cute voice acting cute every day, what does it matter if I die in a hellish situation?
I'm going to eat and eat and eat and eat this bowl of iced glutinous rice balls!

"Xiaoru, I've arrived in New York. I just got on the train."

"Why am I a sweet potato?"

Han Yi put his phone to his mouth, sent two voice messages, then immediately exited the current screen and opened the second pinned chat box.

"Boyfriend, have you arrived yet?"

In comparison, Yoojin's message was much simpler. She sent a text message followed by an emoji.

A cute fluorescent bear is holding a neon sign that reads "I miss you".

This is considered quite fashionable among Youzhen's collection of middle-aged and elderly emojis. "I've arrived, girlfriend."

Han Yi scrolled down the emoji menu, selected a middle-aged and elderly emoji he had specially saved that read "Meeting you is my destiny," and sent it to Youzhen.

"So you're not planning to give me a proper nickname, is that it?"

Still without waiting for a reply, Han Yi clicked send, then pressed and held the bottom of the screen, swiped up, and then swiped left to switch to WhatsApp.

"Honey, I just got back to the hotel."

I miss you so much, xoxo.

When it comes to being passionate and straightforward, even if Xiaoru and Youzhen were combined, they wouldn't be half as good as Barbara. Even though they were on another continent, the Hungarian supermodel would confide in Han Yi every day and share her longing for him.

The three new messages on WhatsApp are Barbie's three most frequently used tactics.

The first step is to report your whereabouts to reassure your boyfriend. The second step is to express your feelings to ease the pain of longing. The third step is to send a casually taken photo that is a little funny, a little cute, and a little cunning, making Han Yi unable to resist.

Following the two text messages was a photo taken in a hotel bathroom, sent at 4:36 p.m. New York time, which is 10:36 p.m. Paris time.

It's not the kind of photo you're thinking of.

Barbara pointed the camera at the ground and photographed her feet stepping on the black and white marble shards. A few drops of water clung to the backs of her freshly washed feet, their white skin tinged with a faint pink. Her ten toes were playfully spread wide, and on the nail of her right big toe, there was a smiley face that Barbara had drawn on with lipstick.

What? This is the kind of photo you're thinking of?
……Fine.

"You must be tired. I miss you so much. I wish I could fly to Europe right now... Are you tired today?"

"Let me state upfront that I will not pay for this kind of foot photography; it's too perfunctory."

Han Yi's two text replies also perfectly showcased his personality. On one hand, he was affectionate and considerate, and on the other hand, he was humorous and witty, both of which perfectly captured Barbara's essence.

Another commendable quality of Han Yi is his tendency to reciprocate. If you send me a photo, I have to send you one in return. He thought about it and realized that taking off his shoes and taking a picture of his feet in the car seemed a bit inappropriate, so he opted for a high-definition, unedited selfie showing his face instead.

But as soon as Han Yi opened the camera and before he could even switch to the front camera, a push notification popped up at the top of the screen.

[My little whiny baby: Because you look ugly, but you taste delicious.]
That's right. Ever since the two confirmed their relationship, Xiaoru became the third person in Han Yi's WeChat contacts to have a nickname for her, after his mother and grandmother.

When Han Yi was sending a selfie to Barbara, a message from Xiao Ru suddenly popped up, and the shock he felt was unimaginable. His hand trembled, and he accidentally pressed the shutter button, capturing half of Fei Yamu's head in the photo.

Han Yi glanced at it briefly and found that this strange photo could achieve the same nonsensical effect, so he simply sent it to Barbara and then hurriedly switched to WeChat to reply to Xu Yiru.

[Barbs: ?]
[Barbs: I sent you a picture of my flawless feet, and you sent me a picture of the back of your head? And it's your own head!]
Before he could even type, Barbara's reply came again. Unlike WeChat, WhatsApp directly syncs information from phone contacts, so Barbara's name on Han Yi's phone was still "Barbs," not "My Hungarian Witch."

"It looks ugly, doesn't it?"

"Fine, sweet potato holds a grudge, I won't let you eat sweet potato."

Han Yi's fingers were practically sparking. He quickly sent two messages, then hurriedly switched to WhatsApp to write a witty remark to Barbara to make her laugh.

“This is the back of Fiyamu’s head, this back of his head…”

[My foodie: I think the term "boyfriend" is quite nice; I like it.]
[My foodie family: Don't laugh at me for being unsophisticated!]
Indeed, after the Disney trip, YooJin also got her own nickname in Han Yi's WeChat contacts, no longer the cold and aloof YooJin Cho.

Upon seeing Yoojin's new message, Han Yi hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided to leave it on WhatsApp.

You have to eat your food one bite at a time, and you have to go back to your girlfriends one by one.

Yes, that makes sense.

“This is the back of Fiyamu’s head. Like your foot, this back of the head is a random object that appeared inexplicably in this conversation.”

After quickly checking to make sure his sense of humor was on point, Han Yi clicked send and then began a new round of program switching.

It wasn't that Barbara was deliberately making things difficult for Han Yi or that she was unwilling to use WeChat. In fact, Barbie had registered for WeChat a long time ago, added Han Yi as a friend, and even sent him several messages, but Han Yi would always subtly shift the main communication platform to WhatsApp.

The reason is simple—just as you can't put all your eggs in one basket, you can't put all your girlfriends' chat history in one app at the same time.

Otherwise, a big problem could arise if you're not careful.

It's okay to be tired, it's better than dying.

However, Han Yi underestimated the difficulty of this task. Usually, when he chatted with them, apart from the internet-addicted Madison, the other three girls were all busy with their own things and couldn't find time to get together. In this situation, he could still manage to find a time gap, coax one and amuse the other, and he wouldn't feel tired at all after a whole day.

But today is different. Xiaoru, Youzhen, and Barbara, who are in the throes of new love, miss their boyfriends very much. They have also finished their tasks and can spend more time chatting with Han Yi online.

Therefore, Han Yi finally witnessed what it meant to be overwhelmed, to be flustered, and to be walking on thin ice.

[My little whiny baby: No way, sweet potatoes don't have human rights.]
[My little whiny one: Be good, I'll come to New York and eat you up after my exams.]
[Barbs: Jiojio = feet? Is that Chinese? ]
[Barbs: You show me a picture of the back of someone else's head, and I can show you a picture of something that isn't my foot. Think about it, sweetie.]
[My foodie daughter: I think it's mainly a matter of tone. Saying "boyfriend" in a normal tone sounds strange. But if you say it like this... "Boyfriend, you've been naughty today." Hmm, doesn't it sound much more natural?]
Whether through text or voice messages, the three girls' increasingly intimate and ambiguous messages flooded in at the same time, leaving Han Yi somewhat overwhelmed.

Xiao Ru, who is cute and occasionally utters a few wild words, has already made his blood sugar level soar. Add to that Barbie, who knows how to be both sweet and seductive and is captivating, and You Zhen, who doesn't know what constitutes sweetness but is even more charming because of it... How can he possibly live?
Help!

Slightly despairing, Han Yi leaned back in his seat for a while, watching the Manhattan skyline gradually approaching outside the car window, and forced himself to cheer up.

He was the type to rise to the challenge and would never allow himself to be defeated so easily!

Let them see Han Yi's true strength when he's given up on everything!

[YiYi Baby: Really? I take every word my XiaoRu says seriously! If you say you'll eat, you have to eat; no going back.]
[Babe: Yes, jiojio = feet in Chinese. ]
[Babe: I think I'll pass. You need to let me build up some imagination so I can unleash it all when I see you again.]
[Boyfriend: That definitely feels more natural. How about this: Girlfriend, I missed you so much today because I dreamt about the day we went to Disneyland on the plane… That feels natural too, doesn’t it?]
Soon, Xiaoru, Barbie, and Youzhen each received these messages from Han Yi—some text, some voice.

The first step to regaining the initiative is to catch the flirtatious teasing thrown your way and deliver a more powerful, heartfelt straight shot, so that your shy yet delighted opponent will lose their composure.

The second step is to steer the conversation towards the other person, control the pace of the conversation, and take the initiative.

[YiYi Baby: By the way, how did your exam preparation go today? Are you confident?]
Boyfriend: By the way, how did your exam preparation go today? Are you confident?

[Babe: Oh right, I have an exam today...]
...Sorry, I'll delete it. I couldn't stop myself and copied and pasted it twice, almost sending it to Barbara.

On December 7, 2016, both USC and UCLA entered their final exam week. Xu Yiru and Zhao Youzhen were in their respective apartments reviewing and preparing for their exams, striving to end the semester with straight A's.

Yu-jin had already completed the final exams for two courses two days ago. She only needs to take one exam today, one exam tomorrow, and the last exam on the 9th before she can head to New York to reunite with Han Yi.

USC's finals week starts later than UCLA's; today is only the first day of exams. Although most courses can be completed before the 11th, Xiaoru, who is striving for a GPA of 4.0, still has to wait until the 13th to finish her remaining course exam and submit the final version of her group's final paper before she can leave campus.

Xiaoru is taking an exam, so why isn't Han Yi taking an exam?

Please, do you even know the value of a Master's degree in Arts Management? There are practically no exams to take! You're lucky if you can even show up for class, submit a five- or six-page paper at the midterm and final.

As for Barbara… of course, there's no test for her either. Although her English is getting better and better, and she speaks with a completely fluent American accent when communicating with people, only revealing her Hungarian identity during long, intense conversations, if you asked Barbie to answer exams and write papers in English like Xiaoru and Youzhen, she would still have to summon her inner Barbara and hide in Han Yi's arms for a cowardly cry.

Today, Barbara is busy with an offline promotional event for L'Oréal's Colorista hair products in Shoreditch, London. This is Barbara's last work assignment of 2016; after it's finished, she can return to Hungary to officially begin her Christmas holiday.

While enjoying the holiday with their families, they eagerly awaited Han Yi's arrival.

[Babe: By the way, how did today's promotional activities go? Did it interfere with your holiday?]
[My little whiny one: Don't worry, I noticed my hair roots are turning a bit yellow again today... I always get an A when they turn yellow, so it's fine!]
[My foodie family member: I've missed quite a few classes this semester, but I've looked at the review materials, and it shouldn't be a big problem.]
[Barbs: Don't worry, no job can stop me from taking a vacation. It didn't matter in previous years, but this year my boyfriend is coming to visit me for the holidays. Hehe, you don't have a boyfriend, you wouldn't understand.]
Apart from Barbara, who could still exchange a few playful banter with Han Yi, Xiaoru and Youzhen were clearly stunned by Han Yi's bold and passionate words, and shyly changed the subject.

This made things much easier for Han Yi. For the next half hour, he regained his composure and replied in turn, his witty remarks flowing smoothly, appearing calm and at ease.

It wasn't until he arrived at One57 and was in the high-speed elevator leading to the 79th floor that he suddenly realized something was terribly wrong, thanks to Corey's gentle reminder.

Because, from the very beginning, he didn't win three big prizes.

There are four portions.

(End of this chapter)