hollywood billionaire

Chapter 76 The Big Apple of Four

From the very beginning, the New York of the three of them ran counter to the imagination in Xu Yiru's mind.

Landing at JFK, they didn't go directly to downtown New York after getting their luggage. Instead, they boarded a black Cadillac Escalade and drove towards a terminal that Xu Yiru had never been to or even heard of in New York before.

General Aviation Terminal.

The name is very confusing, but after arriving at this VIP lounge named Blade Lounge, Xu Yiru only took a glance at the scenery outside the window, and Xu Yiru understood the environment she was in.

All kinds of Bombardiers, Gulfstreams, and Cessnas outside the window told her accurately that this place is a transit point for old New York money or upstarts to travel around the world by private jet.

"Why are we here?"

Xu Yiru looked at Han Yi who was registering information, and asked in a low voice.She glanced at Zhao Youzhen who was at the side, and found that the other person also had a similar blank look on his face.

"JFK is too congested to the urban area, and it is said that there are so many international flights taking off and landing at this point, that I can't reach the hotel within an hour and a half."

Taking back the California driver's license registered as ID, Han Yi tapped out the window with his thumb.

"Olivia's idea, she booked us a free helicopter."

"This one……"

Ten minutes later, as the Bell 10GXP helicopter ascended to an altitude of 407 feet, Xu Yiru, who was overlooking the entire junction of the three states, asked this question.

"Why is it free?"

"What?" Wearing noise-canceling headphones, Han Yi could only see Xiaoru's lips moving up and down.

"I said..." Xu Yiru approached Han Yi, took off the earphones of the other party, and spoke loudly next to his cheek, "How can this be free?"

"This company is fighting Uber and Lyft!"

Han Yi also took off Xu Yiru's earphones, and competed whose voice could be louder than the noise of the high-speed rotation of the spiral blades.

"They provided Chase Private Bank customers with a charter flight experience service! They want me to be an annual card member!"

Nodding, Xiao Ru sat back in her seat, turned her head to look at the breathtakingly beautiful spectacle outside the glass window.

In the ink-stained night, the Big Apple is like the most dazzling galaxy in the boundless universe.The gentrification movement is in full swing, giving the old and decaying downtown Brooklyn a new vitality that belongs to the digital age. It spreads around 388 Bridge Street, and within a mile, countless luxury apartment projects are on the rise. Rising up with scaffolding.

From Fort Greene to Lower Town to Williamsburg, the stone walls of ancient memories grow vibrant steel branches.

If this scene is shocking enough, please look up to Manhattan.

The southernmost tip of the peninsula, One World Trade Center, completed in 2014, overlooks 1932 Pine Street, which stood here in 70.Flying north, the New York Times Building, the Condé Nast Building, the Bank of America Building, and the Chrysler Building are guarding the Empire State Building, a proud old aristocrat born in 1931, like guards in Midtown.Nearly a century later, the 1250-foot Empire State Building remains the most majestic monument at the waist of Manhattan.

Looking in the direction of Central Park, the glory of this century is beckoning to people.Since the Time Warner Center was shortened in 2003, a gilded ribbon called Billionaires' Row slowly unfolded on the south side of the park. The 1005-foot One57, the 1398-foot 432 Park Avenue, and the half-built Central Park Tower, which will eventually reach 1550 feet.

This is Manhattan, seemingly cramped and small, but able to accommodate the wealth and power of the entire world.

The old-fashioned rich who were well-clothed and well-fed in the roaring era, the financial giants who rose strongly during the oil crisis, and the industrial upstarts that sprung up like mushrooms after the Internet bubble.No matter how much capital there is, New York will accept it as it is ordered.

The purpose of greedily devouring the huge amounts of cash and desires in the stock exchange during the day is to unreservedly release the brilliance of the essence of capital society to the depths of the Atlantic Ocean at night.

"Ah, ladies, and Mr. Han, the world-famous Manhattan skyline is on your left. 08:30 in the evening, it is the most beautiful time period...With a piece of music for the occasion, please allow Immerse yourself in it."

Xu Yi stared intently at the neon sea of ​​stars under his feet, and the background music carefully prepared by the helicopter pilot for the flying passengers came from the noise-cancelling headphones.

"Empire State of Mind, pt. 2" - Alicia Keys.

"Even though the road ahead is bleak, I still have dreams.

Baby, cause I'm from New York,

A city of dreams made of steel forests.

Any ideal can become a reality,

As long as you're still in New York..."

It seems that it is not so bad.

Xiao Ru said hello to Madison Square in her heart, thinking so.

It took an hour and a half to drive, but the flight only took 5 minutes. Before Xu Yiru could express his emotions, the helicopter arrived at the destination, the TSS helipad on the east side of West 34th Street.

Almost as soon as the hatch was opened, Xu Yiru saw an amiable black old housekeeper.

Why do you know it's the housekeeper at a glance?Because no one else stands in front of a royal blue Jaguar waiting for a private helicopter to land on an April night in New York, wearing a black tuxedo with a pure white vest.

"Good evening everyone."

The old housekeeper bowed slightly to salute.

"I'm Maurice Denzel from the Concierge at Les Clefs d'Or at the Pierre Hotel, and it's my pleasure to welcome our valued Getty Suite guests to Manhattan."

"Corey's recommendation."

Han Yi explained in a low voice to the two girls beside him.

"He has done a lot of research on New York hotels...according to our itinerary, this is the hotel and room type he recommends the most."

Sure enough, it was the butler of the mansion who had seen the world around Stephen Schwarzman.

This suite is... amazing.

Fifteen minutes later, Xu Yiru was standing on the private terrace of the Getty suite, with his hands lightly resting on the railing, his head slightly outstretched, overlooking the entire Fifth Avenue, and the never-ending flow of the Che River. scored high.

From the service details, interior decoration, to the sense of history revealed in the display of ornaments, this suite, and even this hotel, can be called the leader of the Manhattan peninsula.

"Who did you say lived here?"

It wasn't until the night wind blew through her thin clothes that Xu Yiru felt a chill all over her body, then she reluctantly left the terrace, returned to the living room, and asked Han Yi who had just put on a thick coat.

"Elizabeth Taylor... No, Yves Saint Laurent?" Han Yi tried to remember for a few seconds, then shook his head as if giving up, "I can't remember. But it must be one of them."

"It's Martin Zweig." Zhao Youzhen walked out of her room, still adjusting the collar of her coat.The Getty Suite has a total of three bedrooms, just enough for Han Yi, Xu Yiru, and Zhao Youzhen to live in. "Of course, the two people you mentioned, including Sumner-Redstone, are regular customers or tenants here."

"Zweig's penthouse, the most expensive residence in New York since 2004."

In addition to the three registered guests from Los Angeles, there was another visitor in the living room of the Getty suite at this time. The signing target of Zhao Youzhen's trip to New York was Madison Bill, who had returned to his hometown in Long Island two days ago to relax.

She stretched out on the sofa and took up the conversation with a smile.

Louis Vuitton’s Boite Chapeau Souple round cake bag, Balenciaga Ceinture black ankle boots, and a black Gucci belt with double G letters are hidden under Topshop’s parka coat.The three-dimensional, deep and delicate face like a Greek goddess, combined with impeccable fashion taste, makes her not fall behind in front of Xu Yiru and Zhao Youzhen, and even has her own characteristics.

"Been here before?" Han Yi pointed at his feet and smiled.

"I wish." Madison rolled her eyelids coquettishly, "I don't need to be here, any New Yorker knows this place. Charles Pierre's masterpiece, closed down during the Great Depression in 1930, and was sold to Paul Getty, who sold it to the Taj Mahal Group in 1938."

“For a long time, New Yorkers couldn’t tell if it was a hotel that looked like a luxury condominium, or a luxury condominium hidden under a hotel’s false name.”

"Wow." Han Yi raised his eyebrows and pursed his lips, "Historian Bill."

"That's me." Madison Bill showed a cute smile full of complacency, "I've watched a lot of... Discovery Channel."

Shaking an unexpected burden, the Long Island girl unceremoniously accepted the laughter of the whole room.

"In that case, I guess the Food Channel is also at the top of the watch list, right?" Han Yi was referring to Food Channel, a 69% subsidiary of Warner Bros. American households with TV service subscribe to the Food Channel.

Obviously, Bill's family is also one of the 9100 million families.

"This is a question that doesn't need to be said at all." Madison nodded proudly, "I will arrange the first dinner in New York this time."

"my pleasure."

Having said that, Han Yi turned his attention to Xu Yiru.

"Xiao Ru, do you want to add some clothes, it's a bit cold outside."

"Okay, then wait for me." Xu Yiru responded obediently, smiled in the direction of Madison Bill, and walked towards her bedroom.

"Don't make it thinner, wear it thicker."

Han Yi reminded behind him.

"Your trench coat from Loro Piana is just right... the beige one."

"Know it."

Xu Yiru didn't look back, her tone was impatient to be disturbed, but there was a lingering joy quietly hanging from the corner of her mouth.

Do you remember what I wore?

Not exactly an idiot.

Gently closing the bedroom door, Xu Yiru hummed a tune, bent down, and found exactly the Nuoyou Pianya trench coat that Han Yi described in the pink suitcase.

New York for three people may be a bit embarrassing.

But the big apple for four people seems to be just right.

Sitting in the small restaurant at No. 385 Sixth Avenue with the West [-]th Street subway station outside the window, there is a cubicle that can barely accommodate four people in front of you, and Han Yi who is exchanging food information with Madison Bill on the opposite side. The laughter and gossip of other nocturnal animals when they've had their fill.Of course, there is also the NYPD siren that has been covering the entire Manhattan and will never stop for a moment.

The addition of Madison Bill largely relieved the discomfort caused by the threesome.What was supposed to be a tense situation similar to the triangle relationship between Dylan, Kelly and Brenda in "Beverly Hills" suddenly becomes the joyous "It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia".

Of course, apart from the fact that none of the four had been drinking, lacked the hard backstories and crude jokes, and were much more attractive than the five, they were just like the ones on TV.

In the dimly lit street shop, with the most simple and authentic food, all the shackles and barriers of real life are removed, and witty and interesting conversations are held without lack of profound insights.

"Here...is the best street restaurant in New York."

The combination of maple syrup, fresh strawberries and pancakes melted into sweet endorphins in the mouth, Madison Bell nodded in satisfaction and said to Han Yi.

"This is……"

Han Yi turned his head and glanced at the neon sign that said "open seven days" on the restaurant window, then lowered his head, and glanced at the menu next to him. The letters were almost worn out and the name of the shop was "Waverly Diner". .

"Why did you eat breakfast for dinner?"

In front of Madison Bill was a large plate of pancakes, served with the signature of Waverly's Restaurant, "Bagel All the Way" with the cheese removed.

Proper Chinese translation?
"The road of bagels goes to black".

Eating breakfast at night is a sign of degenerate diet in the eyes of Americans, second only to staying at home with milk and oatmeal.

On top of that, Madison actually… drizzled maple syrup over bacon-filled bagels.

Syrup with fried meat.

The hearts of the three Asians were mostly chilled.

"It's not like this every day, only important guests come to New York..." Madison Bill thought for a while, and added a little mischievously, "There are still times when I think about it."

"YOLO."

Han Yi shrugged indifferently, and took a big bite of the grilled cheese sandwich.

"It tastes really good, do you want to try it?" Han Yi picked up another untouched sandwich and eagerly sold it among the three girls.

"I can't eat any more." Zhao Youzhen pointed to the half-full Caesar salad in front of him. If there are outsiders present, the Korean girl will always miraculously return to the state of losing weight.

"I haven't finished solving it myself." Xu Yiru picked up her basically untouched bowl of macaroni and cheese with a spoon. As long as You Zhenzhuyu is in front of her, Xiao Ru will never allow herself to eat more.

"And I... I'm Jewish."

Madison blinked and showed Han Yi the pastrami in the bagel.

"Meat and dairy must not be mixed ... kosher rules."

"Sorry, it wasn't intentional." Han Yi put down the sandwich and raised his hands apologetically, "I don't know."

"It's okay, if I don't say it, few people will see it."

Madison drew a circle in front of his own nose, teasing himself.The tip of her nose is exquisite, small and slightly upturned, which is quite different from the thick and big nose common to the Jewish people.

"Also, I'm not so strict about kosher... I will sneak some occasionally."

Madison buried her head almost level with the dining table and whispered the confession to the three of them.

"Pepperoni Cheese Pizza, more than anything else in this world."

"Why do you talk like that?" Han Yi also bent his head on the table, "Afraid of being discovered by acquaintances?"

"No, it's just adding a sense of mystery." Madison Bill laughed softly, and looked at Xu Yiru and Zhao Youzhen who were also smiling and watching their conversation.

"No one in town knows me, well...except for the occasional few fans."

"My acquaintances are all in Jericho."

"What was that like?"

"What is it like?"

"Jerico." Han Yi read the place name a little strangely, "I only know it's somewhere in Long Island."

"Oh, then..."

Faced with this question, Madison Bill sat up straight, raised his eyes to the upper right, and looked at the lamp above his head that seemed to be crumbling, with a dim nostalgic glow.

"that is a good place."

"Complicated...but good."

(End of this chapter)