After putting down the phone, Eric turned to the girl and said, "Okay, go to UTA to find Kapoor, he knows what to do."

Virginia had already changed into a rose-colored suit and dressed in her hand, and she had a little intellectual bag in her hand: "Don't you go back to the city with me?"

"No, I'm waiting for my lawyer to come here. And we were discovered by paparazzi together, which is definitely not good."

Virginia took out a bunch of keys and handed it to Eric: "This is the spare key of the villa. If you want, you can... come over at any time."

Eric smiled and took the key and put it in his pocket: "Don't worry, I'll come often." As he said that, he couldn't help but reach out to pinch the girl's pretty chin: "You look so sexy in this outfit, I'll show me next time I wear it on the bed."

Virginia gave Eric a charming look: "It's only eight o'clock now, so it's OK for me to go out later."

Eric slapped the girl on the buttocks wrapped in the skirt, rubbed her a few times, and smiled and said, "Stop being ruthless, be careful I will let you go for three days, go quickly."

"Oh, it's crumpled." Virginia slapped Eric's magic hand away and tidied up her skirt: "Then I'll leave first."

Shortly after Virginia left, a black Mercedes-Benz stopped at the door of the villa. Eric's personal lawyer carefully corrected the address on the note and rang the doorbell in confusion.

"Eric, have you bought another home here?" Edward Lewis asked when he saw Eric open the door.

Eric explained: "No, this is a friend's house."

Edward followed Eric into the living room. Without looking at the feminine home accessories, just the faint fragrance in the air, Edward was sure that this was a woman's home. This made him a little envious of Eric's happiness.

He kept leading his private lawyer to the balcony on the second floor. Eric pointed to the sharp corner not far away and asked, "Edward, what do I need to do if I want to buy the plot there?"

Edward put on his glasses, squinted his eyes and shook his head: "Eric, it's too far away, why don't we go over and take a look? I can't explain it clearly here."

"No problem," Eric picked up the script drawing the design draft and followed Edward out the door.

The two of them stood on the edge of a cliff in a sharp corner area, with exposed brown rocks at their feet, surrounded by weeds, and the blue sea in front was beautiful and pleasant.

Edward was holding a design draft in his hand. Although it was drawn by a fountain pen, with Eric's solid sketching skills, the architecture on the picture is still vivid.

The private lawyer praised the grandeur and luxuriousness of the architecture in the drawings. If it is really built, it will definitely become a landmark building in Malibu: "Eric, are you sure you want to build such a mansion?"

"Isn't it possible?"

Edward nodded: "These are private villas on both sides. Although I don't know about construction engineering, if you guess a little, you will know that the reason why this place has been changed into a park is definitely because it is not suitable for construction land, otherwise no one would let the dozen or so acres of land be vacant."

"As long as I can get this land," said Eric. "No matter how much I spend, I have to build it. If the land is not good, I will reinforce it with cement; if the soil is needed, I will transport it from outside; if the excavator cannot apply the work, I will use explosives."

Edward shook his head with a smile.

Eric also felt that his words just now were too nouveau riche, and then smiled and said, "Edward, you won't be scolding 'damn rich man' in your heart, right?"

"Of course not, I just think it's unnecessary to do this, Eric. Look at those," Edward pointed to the villa twice: "It's very comfortable to live in a villa like that, and there's nothing but rocks and weeds."

After Edward said that, he looked at Eric with curiosity in his expression. He wanted to know why Eric suddenly wanted to build a mansion here.

"This is my ideal." Eric understood what the private lawyer wanted to ask, and made up an excuse, "When I was a child, I just moved to Los Angeles from England and was brought here to play with my father. The young man suddenly had the idea of ​​building a big house on the land under his feet. Later, he gradually forgot about it. Until this morning, he suddenly saw this place again, and remembered the whimsical thoughts that were a long time ago, as if he had a lifetime ago. And he had enough financial strength, why not realize it."

After saying that, Eric grabbed a blade of grass and put it in his mouth and chewed it twice: "I have countless thoughts since I was a child, and I have to pull it all the way. I have to realize a few so that I will not regret it in the future. Edward, have you ever had any unusual thoughts before?"

Edward seemed to be reminiscent of Eric's words: "When I was in high school, I wanted to be a rock star, so I skipped classes and went to school. My father was arrested and detained for a month. My father once participated in the Marine Corps and went to the battlefield, so he was also in a standard military confinement. If you haven't experienced it, you will never know what a terrible experience it was. A month later, I was released and applied to Yale Law School obediently."

Eric laughed and looked at Edward, who was more elegant and more like a scholar: "You don't look like someone who has played rock now."

Edward sighed, "Of course, it's almost thirty years. At that time, the Beatles had just been established, and Elvis was still at its peak. Now these legends have disappeared."

Elvis and the Beatles were too far away from Eric, but he still heard the recollections and feelings in Edward's tone, and reached out to touch them in several pockets.

Edward glanced at Eric's movements, took out his pocket and took out a box of cigarettes: "Are you looking for this?"

Eric took a cigarette and lit it and took a deep breath: "I thought you didn't smoke."

Edward looked around instinctively, then lit one: "Occasionally I smoke one. I was very addicted to smoking in high school. My father found that he beat me up once and used a rattan to smoke, which hurts very much, and gradually formed a psychological shadow. Even though my father stopped caring about it later, he was still used to sneaking when smoking, and many people thought I didn't have this habit."

Two men, who were both in their forties, were chatting while smoking. After half an hour of sea breeze, Edward crushed the last cigarette butt and stuffed Eric's cigarette butt into an empty cigarette box and put it in his pocket: "I haven't relaxed so much for a long time."

"You can come here often from now on."

"Too busy," Edward shook his head and continued, "Eric, get the check ready, I will do my best to help you get this piece of land."

"Thank you."
Chapter completed!