Chapter 910 Private Airport

In the early morning, perhaps because of staying at Drew's house last night, Gwyneth Paltrow got up an hour or two earlier than usual, came to the dining room, and saw that Eric was already sitting at the table eating breakfast.

After saying good morning to Eric, Gwyneth Paltrow asked the twins to help her prepare breakfast, then sat down opposite Eric, glanced at the newspaper in his hand, and asked: " Eric, Drew hasn't gotten up yet?"

Eric nodded and said, "Yeah, why did you get up so early?"

"It's already seven o'clock, I don't have the habit of sleeping in," Gwyneth said without any guilty expression, looking at the glass of milk in Eric's hand, her eyes flashed, "Ai Rick, I'm a little thirsty, can I drink your glass of milk first?"

Eric smiled, pushed the cup next to him, called Natasha to prepare another cup for himself, and continued to look down at his newspaper.

Gwyneth picked up the cup and sipped the milk, smashing her mouth, remembering what Drew and Eric discussed later last night, and looked up and asked, "Eric, do you really plan to buy four private jets at a time? ?"

"Yes what's the matter?"

Gwyneth shrank her neck, this time it wasn't really a posturing. When she heard Drew and Eric discuss plans to buy four private jets last night, Gwyneth felt a little confused. She came from a very good background, but since she was a child, she took only a handful of private jets. Eric had to buy four private jets at a time and build private airports on the east and west coasts. She never had such a thing. I thought about what would happen to me.

However, thinking about Eric's wealth at the top of the Forbes rich list, Gwyneth felt that this kind of thing was taken for granted, but her envy for Drew increased a little bit more. If this happened to her, it would be a lot more it is good.

"I just thought, well, is it enough?"

"Oh, if you want to use it, you can borrow it from Drew."

Gwyneth blinked her eyes and moved her body forward unconsciously. She regretted not sitting next to Eric just now. She said in a coquettish tone, "Can't I ask you to borrow it?"

"Okay."

"Then it's settled," Gwyneth immediately hit the snake and followed the stick, and then said: "However, I don't have your mobile phone number, can you give me one? It's a personal one. ."

Eric shook his head slightly this time, and refused: "If you want to contact me, just ask Drew."

"Hmph, I just said I could borrow it from you," Gwyneth said dissatisfiedly, took another sip of the milk in front of her, and deliberately licked the corners of her mouth with some provocation, but it's a pity that Eric Never looked at it at all.

Seeing that Eric was indifferent, Gwyneth was about to make persistent efforts, and the girl drifted into the restaurant in a daze, barefoot, wearing a small vest and shorts, with a sleepy look, dragging a chair to stab Lazily moved to Eric's side, yawned a little, and leaned on Eric's shoulder lazily, feeling uncomfortable, and his small body quickly crooked again.

Gwyneth saw Eric's mouth with a doting smile, and she deliberately stretched out her hand to wrap the girl's body to prevent her from knocking on the edge of the table. She almost had the urge to roar loudly in her heart: "Why don't you little bitch?" Go to sleep!

on the other side of the table,

Eric's arm was dazedly held in her arms by the girl, and after humming a few times, he said, "Eric, let Natasha prepare the car. Let's go to Ventura in a while."

Eric lowered his head and said softly, "Do you want to eat something first and sleep on the road later?"

"Well, I haven't brushed my teeth yet, and I don't eat."

"Oh, then go brush your teeth."

"I still want to take a bath," a small white arm stretched out from under the table, pulled the collar of Eric's shirt, and said coquettishly, "Eric, hug me."

Eric looked helpless, but he put down the newspaper in his hand, reached out and picked up the little girl in his arms, and left the restaurant.

Gwyneth felt that the whole process had been ignored, and she was so angry that she wanted to throw the glass of milk in front of her. Seeing Natasha walk in with a salad, she politely placed the plate in front of her. , Gwyneth subconsciously wanted to deliberately pick up a few mistakes, but when she remembered the appearance of these two quiet-looking Russian girls playing sandbags in the gym, she immediately put up with it, but she felt inexplicably very wronged in her heart.

After more than half an hour, Eric and Drew walked into the restaurant again, talking and laughing together.

A smile changed on Gwyneth's face, and she deliberately winked at Drew mockingly, before pretending to ask unintentionally, "Drew, is it too far from Los Angeles to build a private airport in Ventura? already?"

Ventura is a small city in the north of Los Angeles, about 100 kilometers away from Los Angeles. Gwyneth heard Eric and Drew discuss a private airport in Ventura last night.

Drupe was a lot more energetic just now, and said: "I also want to build the airport in Los Angeles. Unfortunately, the runway of Boeing 747 is at least three kilometers long. I ran in Los Angeles for a long time, but I couldn't find a suitable place. Ventura. However, it is less than 50 kilometers away from the Sharp Point Manor, which is not too far. It is also about 50 kilometers from the Sharp Point Manor to the Los Angeles International Airport. By the way, Kate, today is the weekend. Would you like to join us? Let’s go together? Ventura is still very suitable for weekend vacations, and Eric and I are going to buy a small manor there or something.”

Although she made an appointment to go home for lunch today, Gwyneth nodded her head without thinking, and said, "Okay," she said, rolling her eyes between Eric and Drew, and said with a smile: "As long as you don't think I'm a light bulb."

The girl immediately said: "Then you can call your boyfriend with you. We plan to stay in Ventura for two days and come back on Monday."

Gwyneth glanced at Eric subconsciously, smiled and shook her head: "I don't have it now, or else, lend me your boyfriend."

"Hehe, no," the girl shook her head with a smile, and held Eric's arm, not knowing whether it was intentional or not, and said, "But you can come and grab it, whoever grabs it belongs to him."

After breakfast, Eric called a group of bodyguards, and the group set off from Beverly Hills.

Passing through downtown Los Angeles and heading north along California Highway 1, it took more than an hour to enter another residential area.

On Drew's Range Rover, Eric was sitting in the middle, and the girl was sitting on the side by the sea. Passing by Oxnard City, south of Ventura, he pointed to a large area by the sea that was surrounded by low barbed wire. area, said: "What a pity, it would be nice if the airport could be built here."

Eric just smiled, but Gwyneth, who was sitting on the other side of Eric, leaned over, looked out next to Eric, and asked curiously, "Then why not build it here? I think it's a good place here too?"

The clothes in summer are very light and thin. Eric felt Gwyneth's soft body on purpose, and was too lazy to avoid it. He just explained with a smile: "This is the Mugu Naval Base."

"Hehe, that's definitely not going to work," Gwyneth smiled, but did not move her body away, and continued: "In this case, can we build a private airport nearby, like, I remember, near the military base There should be some no-fly zone, right?"

"No problem," Eric didn't answer, and Drew on the other side said, "I've already consulted a lawyer, and Oxnard already has two civilian airports, and the one on the north side is not far from here. Ten kilometers. If there is a no-fly zone, these two airports will not be possible.”

Chatting all the way, through the urban area of ​​Oxnard, and soon came to the city of Ventura to the north.

Eric and his party first stayed at a private resort in Ventura, and then went to the airport construction site selected by Drew with an official from the city of Ventura.

The plot is located next to a dry river in the south of Ventura City. Eric and Drew got out of the car together and saw that there was still a farmland in front of him.

The Ventura city official named Jack Wielson also got out of the car and took Eric and his party along a simple concrete road through the farmland, explaining: "Mr. Williams, look , to the south is the port of Ventura, if you have a yacht, you can also moor here. Oh, the plot of land that needs to build a private airport is here. From our feet, it has been three kilometers west and one kilometer south, a total of 300 hectares of land .Miss Barrymore said that the airport is about 10 planes, the land is definitely enough, of course, if you want to build two cross-shaped runways, you need to extend at least 500 meters north, but I think this is It shouldn't be necessary, and both of Oxnard's civilian airports share the same runway."

Eric nodded and asked the girl beside him, "Are we going to build one runway or two?"

The girl smiled and gave birth to two fingers: "The land on the Long Island side has already been selected, just two."

"Miss Barrymore, this place can't be compared to Long Island," Jack Wyerson added with a smile: "We are a densely populated area. If you want to delineate a larger plot, it will not only cost more money , and the review time will be longer. After all, if you go further north, you will be close to the residential area. If you want to build it, you must first obtain the consent of the people. If you are at our feet, the distance is just right, and there is no need to hold a hearing. You can also break ground as soon as possible.”

Eric feels that he has always been troubled by land recently. He looked at the large land in Lubei, and without thinking too much, he planned to take as many plots as possible to avoid encountering Firefly Studios and the like in the future. The dilemma, so he said: "If possible, let's build two runways. We are not in a hurry. If we can extend another kilometer to the north, we can get 600 hectares of land."

Now that Eric decided, Jack Wielson smiled and nodded, but said, "In this case, Mr. Williams, it will take at least a year for this airport to start construction."

Eric smiled and asked, "Jack, don't you want me to buy as much land as possible, so that it can contribute more taxes to Ventura?"

Jack Wilson nodded, with some shrewdness in his eyes, and said, "Of course, but these taxes have nothing to do with me, and I am only responsible for providing you with the most reasonable advice."

A few people were talking and laughing. After walking around the surrounding land for half an hour, Jack Wielson explained to Eric in detail the various matters that need to be paid attention to in building a private airport. It was near noon that everyone returned to Ventura together. city.

As a small leisure town, Ventura has hundreds of yachts moored in its harbor. After finishing the business, everyone rented a yacht to go out to sea together in the afternoon.

The white yacht drifted leisurely on the sea more than ten kilometers away from the coastline. Eric was lying on the deck in beach shorts and sunglasses to bask in the sun. He saw the twins turned off the engine, got off the anchor and walked over from the other side of the hull. , sat up and asked with a smile, "I didn't know you guys would still fly yachts, by the way, would planes fly?"

The two girls smiled shyly, sat down meekly beside Drew, and one of them nodded: "Helicopter, yes."

The girl next to Eric also got up, hugged Eric's arm and said with a smile: "Eric, they can do everything, maybe it's an agent sent by the KGB to seduce you."

Eric knocked on the door of Ya's head, looked at the twins, and joked: "It looks really similar, so beautiful. Tell me what you are going to do, as long as you don't kill me, I will try my best to cooperate."

The twins still smiled shyly, shook their heads and said, "No, master, these are what the boss sent us to study."

Gwyneth, who was sitting up on the other side of Eric, felt that she had a tendency to be ignored again, put down the juice in her hand, and took the initiative to find a topic: "Eric, didn't you say you want to buy four private jets, why is that Jack? "Willson said it was more than ten?"

Eric explained: "It must be a waste to build a private airport with only four private jets, and some other people will buy it together."

Gwyneth was still a little curious: "Who is it?"

Eric didn't answer and smiled: "You can buy it too, just store it here."

Gwyneth's eyes showed yearning, but she shook her head regretfully, and said to Eric with some inexplicable hope, "I can't even buy a good car now, let alone a private jet. ."

"When you become a big star in the future, you can afford it."

"It doesn't have to be until when, and, even if I want to buy it, I definitely can't afford a Boeing," Gwyneth looked enviously at Drew, who was whispering something to the twins, and added: "Eric , to buy 1,500 acres here, oh, 600 hectares of land, it should be expensive, right?"

Eric likes to use the area unit of hectares. The officer named Jack Wielson in the morning deliberately cooperated with his habit. Obviously, Gwyneth was influenced by their conversation in the morning, so she deliberately used the habit. Convert acres to hectares.

"If it's Los Angeles, it's very expensive. It's not the same here. If it's just land, it won't be more than $20 million."

Although the land that Drew valued was adjacent to the urban area of ​​Ventura, it was only farmland and could not be too expensive. Jeffrey bought the 2,000-acre farm in Maryland for only $7 million. To build a private airport, the most expensive part is actually the operation and maintenance in the later stage.