hollywood billionaire

Chapter 11 Return to Reality
Han Yi's decision made Brandon overjoyed, and to be honest, he was ready to leave empty-handed today, because 864 Stella Della Road is already the last property Brandon prepared for this tour .Unexpectedly, it was at this last destination, a detail that Brandon thought was too small, conquered this big customer from Chase Private Bank and prompted him to make a decision to make an offer.

Of course, it's not that Han Yicheng has a plan in his chest, so the villa will automatically belong to him.In the United States, this kind of real estate listed by real estate agents has to go through several rounds or even more than a dozen rounds of extreme pulling between the buyer and the seller before the final price is sold.This is especially true for top luxury houses like 864 Stella Della Road with an initial price tag of 5500 million. Ryan O'Connor is not needed to remind him. In his last life, he was keen to watch various introduction videos of the world's top luxury houses on YouTube. Han Yi also knows a thing or two about the doorway.

The high listing price is to increase the psychological expectations of consumers, so that buyers can offer offers higher than the minimum psychological price that sellers can accept.Generally speaking, the lower the actual value of the home, the less the listing price will go up.The first villa the group saw, No. 9945 on Beverly Boulevard, had a listing price of US$2580 million, and the actual transaction price was expected to be between US$2100 million and US$2150 million.The second building, No. 1999 Angelo Landscape Road, is estimated to be priced at US$10102 million, and it is estimated that it can only be cut to about 1800 million.Of course, the seller's attributes, urgency, and length of time on the market will all affect the final transaction price of the house.

As for No. 864 Stella Della Road, which is more than half a billion, even in Bel-Air, it is a 1% limited product, and the moisture is relatively large. On October 2014, 10, when the property was not yet completed, Brandon Williams confidently listed a high price of $9 million, a full $5500 per square foot.On July 3868, 2015, when No. 7 was opened for inspection in the form of an existing house for the first time, the price was directly reduced by 30% to US$864 million. On January 9.1, 4999.5, it was further reduced by 2016%, which is the current listing price of US$1 million.

In half a year, the price was reduced by 700 million US dollars, which is lower than the price of a house of the same area in Pasadena. No one can tell how much room there is to drop.

This is the status quo of the top luxury market in the United States. There is no fixed value for the price, and the transaction depends on the game.

In the end, after serious discussions with real estate consultant Ryan O'Connor, Han Yi decided to set his first offer at $3395 million, 70% of the listing price.

"Thank you for your quotation, Mr. Han." Brandon put away the paper inquiry form filled out by Ryan, and nodded to the two with a smile. Naturally, he would not reveal any information at this time, "However, There are currently four other interested buyers on this property who have made an offer and it may take a few days for us to notify them of your price and see if there are any competing offers."

"Of course." Han Yi held Brandon's hand, "We keep in touch."

Leaving Stella Della Road, the S350 drove Han Yi back to the famous car dealership in Ogala. Erica and Jamal had completed all the transaction procedures.

"Mr. Han, all the documents involved in the transaction have been reviewed and approved. We have pre-authorized the debit card for 350 million US dollars, and the specific amount can be transferred to O'Gara's account as soon as tomorrow."

"I see. Thank you very much, Jamal." Han Yi nodded to his business relationship consultant. He was still wondering why he hadn't seen the deduction information for so long.Afterwards, Han Yi shifted his gaze a little, and looked at Erica, who was standing aside and humming softly.The source of her good mood can be guessed with the cecum. Today Erica earned more than one hundred thousand dollars in commissions. Even after deducting taxes, she still earned all the money from her Hellcat.

"Then can I take one away today?"

"Both are fine, Mr. Han." Erica raised her hands with a smile, and shook Han Yi, holding a key in each of her left and right hands. The key in the left hand is a black key made of ultra-light carbon fiber. The small shell has a silver McLaren logo on the surface, and the handle of "Turin, 2689" on the right hand.

"You know the answer, Erica." Han Yi grinned and shook his head with a smile.

"I sure do." Erica put the Ferrari's vintage car key in Han Yi's palm, "Now, take it for a drive...Another car, do you need our delivery service?"

"Maybe I can store it with you for a while?" Han Yi thought for a while, and it would be too exciting to bring two million-dollar sports cars to the apartment at once. "It would be great if it could be stored until the handover of the new house gone."

"If it takes too long, there may be a little storage fee, but it's okay. Fortunately, we haven't moved it yet. I know you will want to try 250 first." Erica nodded, and Bieber pulled Fa is still in the exhibition hall, so Han Yi's P1 can naturally be put on for a while.

"Then wait for me to prepare the garage for it, and then pick it up." Han Yi opened the door of the 250 GT SWB that had been parked on the street, and waved to Erica, Jamal and Ryan, "It's been a hard day today. That's it, guys. If it's convenient, we can have dinner at Nobu this Friday as my way of saying thank you."

"It should be done, boss." Ryan put his arm around Jamal's shoulder and said with a smile, "If there is no special explanation, I will take it as the Nobu in Malibu."

"No problem, as long as you can book a seat." Han Yi smiled, stopped making polite remarks, and got into the driver's seat directly.

He can't wait to see this reborn legendary sports car.

The embarrassing thing was that as soon as he turned on the engine with the key and stepped on the accelerator, Han Yi almost sent the Ferrari to the curb with too much force.

He was only inches away from sending the car back to O'Gara for repairs.

It is indeed fiercer than the Maverick.

With a light cough, Han Yi turned his head away from Ryan, who was blushing, and Erica, who was already covering her mouth and giggling. He turned the car around and drove east.

After a few minutes of running-in, Han Yi gradually mastered the feeling of driving this 250 GT SWB, and gradually adapted to the much lower field of vision than before.

The back is completely covered by the calfskin chair back, and the palm is round and smooth Nadi wood.Outside the car window is the Wilshere Avenue where dusk and night blend together. Driving at a constant speed of [-] miles, the seemingly invisible sound of the engine turning has become the voice of Gerver Washington Jr. and Bill Withers on the stereo at this moment. The perfect harmony of the famous song "Just the Two of Us".

It's just you and me right now,
As long as you try, you can always turn your dreams into reality.

just you and me,
Build a castle of dreams in the sky,
just you and me.

When passing LACMA's famous landmark installation art "Urban Lights", Han Yi even felt that he was living in the world of "Pretty Woman".

Except he's not Richard Gere.

There was no Julia Roberts around either.

But it is not possible to be on the street like in the movie...

Forget it, it's illegal.

And don't you use the website to contact you now?
Let me see, the url is...

No matter how many small theaters are being staged in his mind, it is difficult for Han Yi to ignore the interference of the real world.Along the way, this Ferrari 250 GT SWB is the swear word collector of Los Angeles.

Holy shit, god damn, Jesus fucking Christ, what the actual fuck...

These are the original voices of passers-by floating from the window.

Of course, there were seven or eight honking horns, and countless drivers who stopped beside him shouted "I like your car" after rolling down the window.

At this moment, Han Yi felt the feeling of Candice Swanepoel or Kate Upton walking on the street.

annoying?
A little.

cool?

Hell yeah.

Wilshere Boulevard was terribly congested during rush hours. Han Yi was able to drive up to 10 mph at the beginning, and when he approached the intersection of Wilton Theater and South Western Avenue, he was submerged in the dense traffic. In traffic.Slowly moved forward for [-] minutes, turned right into South Hoover Street, and things didn't get any better.With one foot on the brake and one foot on the accelerator, Han Yi, who wasn't quite used to the feeling of pushing his back, almost threw up on the steering wheel.

Everything that happened today was too dreamy. Century City, Beverly, Bel-Air, and Han Yi seemed to be walking on clouds, always feeling erratic and unreal.

Thanks to the horrible traffic in Los Angeles, he was dragged back to the hard ground of reality and fell hard.

It hurt a little, it wasn't great, but that's life.

Amidst the whistling of students and the collective attention ceremony, Han Yi arrived at the garage podium of University Gateway. Only then did he remember that his Ford Maverick was still parked in the outdoor parking lot of BCD Tofu House, entering and leaving the apartment garage The required sensors are still attached to the windshield of that car.

After a lot of effort, Han Yi got the temporary parking pass from the automatic payment machine at the gate of the parking lot, cursed and retracted his head from the window, and sat back in the driver's seat.

I have used mobile payment for too long, and I have completely forgotten how to swipe my card. I bought a night parking ticket and almost scratched the number on the card.

Stopping back to 328, Han Yi didn't get off in a hurry.He took out the keys, turned off the engine, looked at the illuminated USC campus on the left side of the garage, and sat for a while without saying a word.

Really back to 2016.

If everything is business as usual, you have to go to school.

After waking up tomorrow, will I still be in this world?
This morning, Han Yi couldn't wait to drown himself and return to the familiar 2023.But now, he has begun to be a little afraid of leaving here.

No kid wants Disneyland to close, do they?

Of course, worrying can't solve any problems, and any unknown must be faced to see the answer.After another half an hour, Han Yi opened the door and walked towards the garage elevator.

Won't be scratched?
Han Yi turned his head in three steps, looking at the red sports car that was gradually cooling in the night wind in Los Angeles, thinking so.In fact, University Gateway is not without luxury cars. Bentley, Rolls-Royce, Maserati, Lamborghini, in the University of Southern California, which is nicknamed the University of Spoiled Children (University of Spoiled Children), how can there be less famous cars.The security measures in the apartment garage are good enough, and the external environment is the safest in the entire community. Han Yi's worries are completely groundless.

But even if it is not unreasonable, who can not worry about buying something worth 100 million US dollars for the first time and throwing it outside so lightly?

He hasn’t had dinner yet, and Han Yi doesn’t plan to make any more fuss. In the United States in 2016, food delivery platforms such as Grubhub and Doordash are still in the ascendant. At this time, there are not many options for ordering food delivery, and the delivery is extremely slow. McDonald’s two miles away, give away a set meal It's not uncommon for it to take an hour, and it will take at least a year or two for this to improve.

Going down to the first floor, Han Yi ordered a spicy fried chicken rice and a cup of Thai milk tea at the Thai restaurant Trio House on the first floor of the Roamer Hotel across the street, which was a complete dinner.In the four years of university, Han Yi has dealt with casually here too many times.

The rice grains were still not fried well, the salt was still enough to kill an elephant, and the Thai milk tea was so sweet that two diabetics could be sent away.

The familiar taste is really nice.On the way back to the room, Han Yi touched his ill-treated stomach and sighed.

It is extremely disgusting now, but soon, the property where this hotel and restaurant are located will be acquired by Southern California and become a digital art center donated to the Academy of Film by great director Robert Zemeckis.

Some time, once gone, can no longer be grasped.

Therefore, Han Yi, who still had a few grains of raw rice in his mouth, decided not to pursue it.He put the plastic key into the socket of the apartment, and with a soft click, the wooden door swung open.

"Jay Woo."

Han Yi raised his hand and greeted his roommate in the living room.

Park Jae-woo, two years younger than himself, is a student majoring in business management at the Marshall School of Business at the University of Southern California.

The duo, who met in the Apollo Boys Choir at the Thornton School of Music, bear no resemblance.Park Jae-woo claims to be the king of nightclubs in the south of the Yangtze River, and he is best at grilling pork belly after getting drunk at three o'clock in the morning, while Han Yi is naturally quiet, not to mention strong alcohol, not even a drop of fruit wine.

The entire South Korean society pays great attention to appearance, and Park Jae-woo is no exception. His rich family environment also allows him to have luxury goods, and he has to change his outfit every day. He even pays attention to which pair of slippers go with which pair of socks in winter.If his father hadn't strictly prohibited him from undergoing plastic surgery, and would have kicked him out of the house as long as he touched a knife, Park Jae-woo would have already had his slightly barren nose and single eyelid done.

Of course, appearance does not prevent Park Jae-woo from becoming a man of the hour in the circle of Korean students at USC.The most blunt flattery Han Yi had ever seen was the gathering of these Korean students.The girls stick their silicone and hyaluronic acid close to Park Jae-woo, while the boys use the humility and toast words they learned from their parents on glasses of soju.

Park Jae-woo, on the other hand, always wears a contented smile, looks at girls like a seasoned gardener, constantly evaluating which flowers are worth picking and which strands of willows need pruning.Responding to the boy's words will always be a well-toned plain language, no matter how older the other party is.

"Because I don't often live in Korea, so I don't have a good command of honorifics. I'm really sorry."

Although he has never been to South Korea, Han Yi can get a glimpse of the unshakable power pyramid in that society.

"Ah, Yi. Where have you been? Today, I haven't seen you." Park Jae-woo glanced at Han Yi, and immediately turned his attention back to the TV screen. At this time, he was fighting with someone in UT , Gullit just snatched the ball and stuffed it to Pele in front of him, and he was about to score.

"Yes!" Bailey tapped the far end, 3:1.Park Jae-woo, who was sure of winning, clenched his fist, picked up the snacks on the tea table, and threw them towards Han Yi, "Have you eaten yet?"

"I just ate." Han Yi casually grabbed a handful from the Munchies bag and put it in his mouth, saying vaguely. Munchies, a snack mix of Cheetos, Doritos, Rold Gold pretzels and Sun Chips Cheese Cereal, have long been a favorite of Han Yi and his Korean roommate.

"Is there anything going on this Saturday?"

"Not yet, what's wrong?"

"Let's go to Koreatown together?" Park Jae-woo swiped the handle with his left hand, pointed at Han Yi with his right hand, and kept his eyes on the screen, "Quarters BBQ, I have prepared a girl for you."

"Which time was it for me?" Han Yi threw the Munchies back on Park Jae-woo, waved his hands, and walked towards his bedroom.

"It's all spilled out, bastard!" Park Jae-woo gave Han Yi the middle finger, and the door slammed shut in response.

"Yaoer, I got it, I got it, why is there so much money?"

Sitting on the computer chair, Han Yi clicked on the small green bubble, and his mother sent him a few voice messages. There was no joy in the tone, but worry that was about to overflow the screen.

"What did you buy? What did you buy? Did you use the twenty thousand dollars I gave you earlier?"

In the typical way of middle-aged and elderly people sending voice, a question is repeated twice.

Han Yi's heart warmed, he pressed the voice button, and replied: "I bought some of that...Tesla, and a stock called Netflix, which has risen fiercely recently, so I'll transfer some back for you. You support me so much." For a long time, I will support you too."

In the last life, let alone raising him, I would be grateful if I didn't owe too much.

You won't suffer this time.

"Oh, you still support me, so you can pay back the tuition fee." The mother directly sent a bomb emoji.

"Hurry up, it's just two months."

"Then I'll wait."

Han Yi turned off the app, and the fatigue of running around for a day seemed to have eased a lot.

We have responsibilities on our shoulders, hope in our eyes, and goals in our hearts.

Even if this kind of life is a hundred times more tiring than it is now, what is there to complain about?

Thinking of this, Han Yi turned on the screen of his laptop, opened Google, and created a new document.

Tonight, there is another infinitely possible future waiting for him to plan.

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