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

He said good morning to Eric. Gwyneth Paltrow was invisible to ask the twins to prepare breakfast for themselves. Then he sat down opposite Eric, glanced at the newspaper in his hand, and asked, "Eric, hasn't Drew got up yet?"

Eric nodded and said, "Yes, 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. He looked at the glass of milk at Eric's hand, his eyes flashed, and said, "Eric, I'm a little thirsty. Can you drink your glass of milk first?"

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

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

"Yes, what's wrong?"

Gwyneth shrank her neck, but this time it wasn't really a pretentious move. When she heard Drew discussing the purchase of four private jets with Eric last night, Gwyneth felt a little unaware of what it felt. She was from a good background, but since she was a child, she had only a handful of private jets. However, Eric had to buy four private jets at a time and build a private airport on the east and west coasts. She never thought that this kind of thing would happen to her.

However, thinking about Eric's wealth at the top of Forbes' rich list, Gwyneth took this for granted, but his envy for Drew increased a little more. How great would it be if this happened to him.

"I just think, can I use it all?"

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

Gwyneth blinked, her body unconsciously moved forward a little, regretting not sitting next to Eric just now, with a little coquettish tone, and said, "Can I borrow it from you?"

"Okay."

"Then I'll just say that," Gwyneth immediately hit the snake and followed the stick, and then said, "But I don't have your mobile phone number yet. Can you give me one? I want a private one."

This time Eric shook his head gently and refused, "You want to contact me, just find Drew."

"Hmph, I just said it's okay to borrow it from you," Gwyneth said in dissatisfaction, picked up the milk in front of her and took another sip, and deliberately licked the corner of her mouth with a few teasings. Unfortunately, Eric didn't even look at it.

Seeing Eric being indifferent, Gwyneth was about to continue working hard. The girl floated into the restaurant in a daze, barefoot, wearing a small vest and shorts, and looked sleepy. She dragged a chair and moved to Eric next to him, yawned a little, and then leaned lazily on Eric's shoulder. She felt uncomfortable, and her little body quickly tilted down again.

Gwyneth saw Eric's doting smile on his lips and deliberately reached out to wrap his hand around the girl's body to prevent her from hitting the edge of the table. He almost felt a loud roaring urge in his heart: Why don't you, Xiao Bichi, die of sleep?

On the other side of the table, Eric's arm was vaguely held in his arms by the girl. He hummed a few times before saying, "Eric, ask Natasha to prepare the car, let's go to Ventura later."

Eric lowered his head and whispered: "Why eat something first and sleep on the road later?"

"Well, I haven't brushed my teeth yet, so I won't eat it."

"Ha, then go brush your teeth."

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

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

Gwyneth felt that the whole process was ignored, and she was so angry that she wanted to throw the glass of milk in front of her. Seeing Natasha coming in with a salad and politely put the plate in front of her, Gwyneth subconsciously wanted to deliberately pick a few questions, but when she remembered the appearance of these two quiet Russian girls who used to make sandbags in the gym, she immediately endured it again, but inexplicably felt very aggrieved.

After half an hour, Eric and Drew walked into the restaurant again with a chat and laughter. Both of them changed their clothes, and I don’t know if they took the opportunity to do something bad.

Gwyneth changed a smile on her face, and she blinked at Drew with a deliberate sneer, before she asked unintentionally: "Drew, is it too far from Los Angeles to build a private airport in Ventura?"

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

Druby was a little more energetic just now and said, "I want to build the airport in Los Angeles, but unfortunately the Boeing 747 runway requires at least three kilometers. I ran in Los Angeles for a long time and couldn't find a suitable place. I could only go to Ventura. However, it's less than 50 kilometers from Pinocchio Manor, which is not far away. It's almost 50 kilometers from Pinocchio Manor to Los Angeles International Airport. By the way, Kate, today is the weekend. Should I go with us? Ventura is still very suitable for weekend vacations and leisure. Eric and I plan to buy a small manor there by the way."

Although I made an appointment to go home for lunch today, Gwyneth nodded without thinking and said, "Okay," as he said, his eyes were still turning between Eric and Drew, and then smiled, "As long as you don't like me as a light bulb."

The girl immediately said, "Then you can call your boyfriend together. We plan to hold on to Wentu for two days and come back again on Monday."

Gwyneth subconsciously glanced at Eric, smiled and shook her head, "I don't have one now, why don't you lend me your boyfriend to use."

"Haha, no loan," the girl also shook her head with a smile, holding Eric's arm, not knowing whether it was intentional or unintentional, and said, "But you can grab it, whoever grabs it will belong to whoever you get it."

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

Passing downtown Los Angeles, heading north along California Highway One, and entering another residential area more than an hour later.

On Drew's Land Rover Range Rover, Eric sat in the middle, and the girl sat near the sea, passing by Oxnard City south of Ventura, and pointed to a large area surrounded by low wire mesh in Linhai with regret, saying, "What a pity, it would be great 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 from Eric, and asked curiously: "Then why not build it here? I think it's quite suitable here?"

The clothes in summer were very light. Eric felt the soft body that Gwyneth had deliberately been touched by, and was too lazy to avoid it. He just smiled and explained: "This is the Mugu Naval Base."

"Haha, that's definitely not possible," Gwyneth smiled, but did not move her body away, and continued: "In this way, can we build a private airport nearby? It seems, I remember, there should be any no-fly zone near the military base?"

"No problem," Eric did not answer, and Drew on the other side said: "I have consulted a lawyer, and Oxnard already has two civil airports, and the one on the north side is less than ten kilometers away. If there is a no-fly zone, these two airports will not be able to appear."

Chatting all the way, passing through downtown Oxnard, I soon arrived at the city of Ventura, which is close to the north.

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

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

The Ventura official named Jack Wilson also got out of the car and took Eric and his party through the farmland along a simple cement road. He explained: "Mr. Williams, look, Ventura Harbour is the south. If you have a yacht, you can also park here. This is the plot where the private airport needs to be built. From our feet, we will go west and one kilometer south, a total of 300 hectares of land. Miss Barrymore said that the airport will take about 10 planes, and this plot 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 should be unnecessary. Both civil airports in Oxnard are also one runway."

Eric nodded and asked the girl beside him: "Would we build a runway or two?"

The girl smiled and gave birth to two fingers: "The plots on Changdao have been picked, only two."

"Miss Barrymore, this place cannot be compared with Long Island," Jack Wilson smiled and said, "We are a densely populated area. If you want to draw a larger plot, it will not only cost more money, but also have a longer review time. After all, you have to get the residential area northward. If you want to build it, you must first get the consent of the people. If you get to our feet, the distance is just right and there is no need to hold a hearing or something, you can break ground as soon as possible."

Eric felt that he had been troubled by land in recent times. After looking at the large tract of land in Lubei, he did not think much about it, so as not to encounter difficulties such as Firefly Cinema in the future. So he said, "If possible, we should build two runways. We are not in a hurry. If we can extend one kilometer north, we can also get 600 hectares of land."

Since Eric decided, Jack Wilson nodded with a smile and said, "In this case, Mr. Williams, it will take at least a year for this airport to start construction."

Eric asked with a smile, "Jack, don't you want me to buy more land, the better? This can contribute more taxes to Ventura, right?"

Jack Wilson nodded with a shrewd look in his eyes, saying, "Of course, these taxes have nothing to do with me. I am only responsible for providing you with the most reasonable advice."

Several people were chatting and laughing, and wandering around the surrounding land for half an hour, Jack Wilson explained to Eric in detail various things to pay attention to in building a private airport. It was almost noon that everyone returned to Ventura.

As a small town mainly for leisure, hundreds of yachts of all sizes are parked in the harbor of Ventura. After the business was done, everyone rented a yacht to go out to sea together in the afternoon.

The white yacht was leisurely drifting on the sea more than ten kilometers away from the coastline. Eric was lying on the deck wearing beach pants and sunglasses. When he saw the twins shut down the engine and got off the anchor, he walked over from the other side of the hull, sat up, and asked with a smile: "I don't know you can drive yachts, by the way, will the airplane drive?"

The two girls smiled shyly and sat down beside Drew in a gentle manner. One of them nodded and said, "Helicopter, will."

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

Eric knocked on the girl's forehead, 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 and shook their heads and said, "No, master, these are what the boss sent us to learn."

Gwyneth, who had already sat up on the other side of Eric, felt that she was inclined to be ignored again. She put down the juice in her hand and took the initiative to find the topic: "Eric, didn't you say you wanted to buy four private jets? Why did that Jack Wilson say it was more than ten?"

Eric explained: "It must be a waste to build a private airport to house only four private jets, and some others will buy them together."

Gwyneth was still a little curious: "Who?"

Eric did not answer and smiled, "You can buy it too, just store it here at that time."

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

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

"That doesn't have to be the time, and even if I want to buy it, I can't afford Boeing," Gwyneth looked at Drew, who was whispering with the twins in envy, and said, "Eric, buy 1,500 acres here, oh, 600 hectares of land, should it be very expensive, right?"

Eric likes to use units of hectares, and the official named Jack Wilson deliberately cooperated with his habit in the morning. Gwyneth was obviously influenced by their conversation in the morning and deliberately changed the habitual acre unit to hectares.

"If it was Los Angeles, it would be very expensive. It's different here, but if it's just land, it won't exceed $20 million."
Chapter completed!