From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Beverly Hills?

The focus of all attention, the center of the spotlight.

Imagine, Anson currently lives in an ordinary residential area, and the paparazzi are already a constant nuisance, like persistent flies. If he were to enter the pinnacle of Hollywood, what kind of treatment would he face?

Even with the protection of privacy walls, daily life probably wouldn't be peaceful.

This is only part of the reason. Another very important reason is:

It's the heart of Hollywood.

Not only do top stars and wealthy elites come and go, with countless parties every week, but it has also become a symbolic presence.

In the past two years, transportation has become more convenient, world travel has become easier, and the tourism industry is booming, with more and more people traveling to Los Angeles.

Thus, shrewd businessmen seized the opportunity and started a business:

Touring celebrity homes.

Every day, countless tour buses take tourists to Beverly Hills, where guides passionately recount the history of these homes and celebrity gossip, with waves of tourists coming one after another, never stopping.

Like a zoo.

Later, a wave of Hollywood stars fled Beverly Hills, moving to quieter and more private mountains or harbors.

Sprawling hills, Santa Monica, Newport, Laguna Beach, and the three inland areas of La Cañada, San Marino, and Bradbury, whether by the mountains or the sea, these areas are slowly becoming emerging luxury residential areas.

Over time, few truly want to stay in Beverly Hills.

No wonder there's a saying among the wealthy that truly deep-rooted tycoons often live in seclusion and would never choose cities like Los Angeles or New York. They have mansions and apartments here, but they live year-round in remote mountains or islands.

The deeper the foundation, the more low-key they tend to be; the shallower the foundation, the more high-profile they tend to be.

The poor live downtown, the rich live in the suburbs, and the tycoons live in small towns. This is also a symbolic distribution of residential areas in major American cities.

Of course, this isn't a definitive rule, but it is indeed a trend.

Not only Anson, but Charles and Nora also don't recommend living in Beverly Hills. Like New York, if they don't move to the Hamptons for seclusion, they should avoid the Upper East Side, which is also a spotlight.

James was taken aback. "Beverly Hills isn't popular anymore? When did that happen?"

Anson chuckled. "Today."

James silently raised his middle finger.

Chris eagerly asked, "Then where are you planning to move? Santa Monica?"

"No, Malibu," Anson said.

… …

Malibu, a small city founded only in 1991, with a history of only ten years, has already become a well-known resort for Los Angeles residents.

Malibu is located west of Los Angeles, less than thirty minutes along the Pacific Coast Highway. To the north are the Santa Monica Mountains, and to the south is the Pacific Ocean. It's known for its twenty-seven miles of coastline and has more than a dozen beaches, making it a preferred choice for surfing and vacationing.

In this city, only over ten thousand people reside. It doesn't have the hustle and bustle of Santa Monica Beach, the luxury of Rodeo Drive in Beverly Hills, or the exoticism of Venice Beach, but it exudes an unadorned wildness and freedom.

Because of this, in Malibu, these villas can have larger areas, away from the main roads, completely isolated from the paparazzi and tourists, enjoying the pleasantness and tranquility of facing the sea with spring blossoms. Among the different luxury residential areas around Los Angeles, Malibu has always been extremely popular.

Although it's only 2002, Beverly Hills is still a Hollywood landmark, and top stars haven't flocked to Malibu like a wave yet; but Steven Spielberg, Leonardo DiCaprio, Tom Hanks, and others have already had the foresight to quietly become Malibu residents.

Now, add Anson.

Waking up from a dream early in the morning, the golden sunlight penetrates the entire glass wall without obstruction and falls down, but it's not dazzling, it just fills the entire space. The gentle halo extends quietly in the interior space, lightly surging on the eyelids, awakening the refreshment of the night.

With a turn of the body, you can see the spacious backyard:

Tall palm trees cast swaying shadows, covering half of the neatly trimmed green lawn. The sparkling swimming pool lies quietly beside it like a piece of jelly. Beyond that is a specially built wing—

There is an entertainment room and a guest room. In addition, Anson is also considering setting up a studio there, specifically for meditation and homework.

Beyond the backyard, the deep and bright blue Pacific Ocean stretches infinitely in the field of vision, empty and vast, as if opening his arms could embrace the whole world.

And the area in front of him is only a corner of this mansion.

The entire house, about fifty acres (20,000 square meters), is divided into several different areas. The main house alone has five bedrooms, three bathrooms, two living rooms, a study, and a series of spaces waiting to be assigned functions, not to mention other places. It can be said to be a small manor.

Currently, Anson hasn't had time to explore it yet, but Lucas has driven a golf cart to inspect it inside and out. He should be more familiar with this place than Anson.

Lucas is much calmer. Even Charles and Nora didn't interfere too much, leaving everything to Lucas to handle, and they finalized the deal at a fixed price.

Ten million dollars.

Undoubtedly, this is an astronomical figure, and Lucas shook hands and made the deal without batting an eye; but Anson was still a little surprised, the price was lower than expected.

Thus.

Anson's first fixed asset in Los Angeles was completed, officially entering the ranks of homeowners and becoming a Malibu resident.

“…Anson, it's me.”

Edgar sat in the driver's seat, pressed the doorbell, and looked inside through the carved iron gate. He suddenly had the feeling of going to Michael Jackson's Neverland Ranch.

Of course, Neverland Ranch is a full two thousand eight hundred acres, and the villa in front of him is just the tip of the iceberg; but the immediate feeling is still different.

Involuntarily, he felt a surge of excitement.

Edgar can't be blamed, after all, he still remembers living in an ordinary two-bedroom apartment. He hasn't yet become an A-list agent, and only now has he begun to feel the taste of success.

Creak.

The iron gate opened automatically, and a lush green forest spread out in front of him. The privacy walls of Beverly Hills suddenly seemed small in comparison to what was before him. Guests coming and going outside couldn't see the main house at all, let alone any figures.

So, when Alice wandered into Wonderland, was this the kind of feeling she had?