hollywood billionaire

Chapter 437 Giraffe and Hyena
"What's the problem, Sophie?"

After leaving Justin Bieber's locker room and taking a few steps, Madison called out to Sophie Finley, who was walking quickly with her head down, her face as calm as water, and no special emotion could be seen.

"No." Sophie was slightly startled, then smiled at Madison, "I'm fine, actually very good. Why do you ask? Have I shown anything?"

"No normal person would behave like you after seeing their lifelong idol." Maddie pointed a finger at Sophie's face and drew a circle in the air. "This... emotionless reaction makes me a little frustrated, because I worked hard to get you a chance to meet him. Haha, you know, he's not the easiest person in the world to meet."

"I'm sorry to make you feel this way, Maddie. I'm so grateful for everything you've done for me. I really am. And I'm so happy to meet Justin, but..." At this point, Sophie glanced at Louis who understood, and sighed softly, "I've encountered the same situation before. I mean... I've encountered this situation many times."

"what's the situation?"

"It's the kind of thing you just encountered. Being rejected, discarded, underestimated, and... objectified. In fact, it's not just me. Almost every woman I know has been treated like this."

"It's as if your opinions are always marginalized, your stance is always ridiculed, your reactions are always glossed over with ridicule, and even your existence is looked down upon by others..."

Sophie became more and more excited as she spoke, until Louis put his broad palm on her back, which made her calm down a little.

"I heard what Scooter said, and I saw how he acted around you, and it's easy to imagine what you've been through in those first few years. I just... oh, God, I guess I just don't want to believe that someone as perfect and talented as you could be treated like this."

"Like I said. I'm just a normal girl, and even though I may not be so normal in the eyes of others, I still go through the same struggles that every other girl on the planet goes through every day."

Hearing Sophie's confession, Madison took a deep breath and then smiled a smile that was both comforting and encouraging.

"But that's normal, right? I mean, no one can set the game of life to easy mode. People have their own struggles, regardless of gender, race, social class, and income level. Objectively speaking, some people's struggles are undoubtedly bigger and harder than others. But these are not directly comparable. Sometimes the slightest sting can be fatal, and the most fatal pain can only make people stronger."

"I think... at the end of the day, I don't want to preach to anybody with my experience, because to some people, this might be child's play, an easy hurdle to overcome. The only thing I want to make people realize is, 'Hey, that girl had a struggle, but she got through it. Maybe what I'm dealing with isn't that bad and it's totally manageable and treatable.' If I can achieve that, that's good."

"So, have you overcome it?" Sophie asked seriously, lowering her voice to a level that only the two of them could hear as they walked to where the crowd was dense. "Or... are you still facing it?"

"You mean..." Madison didn't ask the second half of the question because she had already guessed who Sophie was referring to. "No, yes, I have overcome the problem, and now I don't have to face these things... He has always been great."

"That's good."

“Not only did he patiently listen to me… he helped me find my own voice.”

"Then he's the one you have to hang onto. I feel the same way about Louis, he helped me find my purpose in life and I tell you, men who can do that are as rare as unicorns."

"I know he can't get away." At this point, Madison suddenly grabbed Sophie's hand, hesitant to speak, "Listen, I don't want you to see everything you saw before, Scooter and I...but Justin is a good man. He is very young and emotionally unstable, but he is a good man, he has experienced a lot himself, he did this out of self-defense, you should know that..."

"I know, I know, I've loved him and idolized him for six years. I've read every article about him, I've been with him through his highs and lows, so I firmly believe that he is a kind and sincere person... He will always be my idol."

"that would be great."

"But my feelings for you are deeper and more intimate, Maddie. I feel closer to you than I ever did to him."

"Really? I'm so happy." Madison giggled. "I won you from Justin."

"No, I'm not kidding, I'm serious." Sophie emphasized, "You two are different. He is my idol and you are my role model. They are two completely different things... Can you understand the difference between the two?"

"I can understand."

Madison also became serious, her playful smile faded away, and she nodded solemnly.

“An idol is someone you see there…”

Madison pointed toward the sky.

“And the role models are the people you see out there.”

In the second half of this sentence, Madison pointed in the direction in front of Sophie's eyes.

"Exactly." Sophie breathed a sigh of relief and put her hands together at her mouth. "I will be back to where I live soon, but I will always be by your side. I want to witness every little success you achieve in your career and life, because from a selfish point of view, they will make me more confident in my own life. 'If she can do it, I can do it too'."

"If I can do it, you can do it too." Madison extended her pinky finger to Sophie. "Let's make a pact."

Their fingertips intertwined, the two smiled at each other.

"As your role model, I will do everything I can to show you what we are capable of. Every year, every month, every day, you will see something new in me, starting today."

At this point, Madison took Sophie's hand and walked to the aisle on the left side of the stage and stood there.

"Today, I will start with a small thing."

"What little thing?"

If you ever feel like you're drowning, I will jump into the freezing water to rescue you.

Maybe time will make us rush to different rivers, I will always be there waiting for you.

I want you to know that I will never let go.

I hope you know, I won't let go...
"I'll repeat myself - my name is Justin Bieber and I love you all, Las Vegas!"

"This is my last song of the night and my latest number one single. This wouldn't be possible without the people who have been supporting me - like this man standing behind me, Diplo. Thank you for the song, thank you for the invitation, and thank you for hosting such an amazing festival!"

"And the one who is about to take the stage and sing the last chorus with me - my disciple, my good friend, your future superstar, Madison Beal!"

"Come on, Madison!"

come on.

Please save me from this capsizing boat.

I just want to wander around.
I am alone and have no worries.

But I also want someone to see me.

Take me away from this bone-chilling deep sea.

take me Home,

Take me to a place where I can rest my soul...

I need to know……

You won't let go!
"For this next drop, I want to see everyone's hands in the air and their feet off the ground!"

"Let's go!"

"What a nice view."

Leaning against a row of unattended and unused makeshift fences at Gate No. 4, Pedro, with a lollipop in his mouth, looked at the main stage with all the lights and effects on, and muttered something.

"What's beautiful?"

Douglas walked towards him with his hands in the pockets of his black clutch jacket.

"Madison Beal, or the fireworks?"

"Both are beautiful..." Pedro thought for a moment and laughed dryly, "But the former is still better... Damn, this girl reminds me of Megan Fox when she was young. You know, the Megan Fox during the "Transformers" period. I mean the first one."

"Indeed, I know what you mean."

Douglas glanced at the screens on both sides, and saw the face that was as dazzling as a flawless jade under the reflection of the fireworks. He turned his head quickly without any expression.

These characters on screen, whether it be the small screen, the big screen or the festival screen, will never have anything to do with someone like him.

Why keep looking at her then?

He has more realistic goals to pursue and more pressing problems to solve.

"Your share."

Douglas stuffed the bulging envelope into Pedro's arms with his right hand, and pulled the lollipop out of Pedro's mouth with his left hand, making two crisp collision sounds.

“Don't eat anything here, be professional.”

"Ouch." Pedro cried out in pain, but he didn't show any surprise. Instead, he smiled and grabbed the envelope and put it back in his pocket. "Thank you, boss... I'm very professional. I have helped about a hundred people 'cross the border' today."

"Louder, or I'll call the police for you."

"Who will testify against us?" Pedro spread his hands.

"Count your money, you smartass." Douglas pointed to Pedro's chest. "Tick it and see if the number is right."

"No need to order, I trust you, Boss." Pedro patted his chest, lowered his head and was silent for a moment before he chuckled again, "You know, Boss, this is the time when I have the most money in my pocket since I came to the United States."

"Is it enough for next month's rent?"

"It's already enough." Pedro roughly weighed it in his mind, "There's still a lot left."

"How are you going to spend it?"

“Prepare to send it back.”

Douglas immediately stopped taking cigarettes from the box and stared at him. "Boss, I'm not always what you think. I don't want to be on the run forever." Pedro grinned and showed his not-so-white teeth to his boss. "My family has suffered a lot because of scum like me. This is the least I can do for them."

"it is good."

When the cigarette was lit, the smoke instantly enveloped Douglas's face, which was a mixture of light and dark under the fireworks.

“Do what you want to do and send the money back… You will definitely make more money later.”

"You mean, we continue to work as security guards at other music festivals like this, and then..."

"Why not?" Douglas also showed a somewhat sharp smile, "Working as a security guard in the casino during the day and doing other jobs to earn extra money at night, isn't that how people in Las Vegas live? What's the difference between us?"

"There is a difference." Pedro's eyes began to become a little serious. "The extra money those people make is dangerous and disgusting. What we do... is all good deeds. Helping fans without tickets to see their favorite stars, isn't this a noble cause?"

"Yeah, it's very noble." Douglas handed Pedro a cigarette. "We don't have the ability to do those dangerous and disgusting things, nor do we need to do them... To be honest, it's not bad to just do one Mad City every year."

"Then we'll come back next year?"

"Of course I'll come back again."

Blowing out a puff of smoke, Douglas pointed at the black-haired figure with his back to them in the booth area and spoke slowly.

"You see, people like him are like the kings and nobles at the dinner table in the Middle Ages. They have steak, red wine, singing and dancing, laughter, and servants like us are waiting behind them."

"We wait for half-eaten bones to be thrown under the table and pick them up like dogs. They don't even look at us because they don't mind us doing it, they might even want people like us to help them clean the bones..."

"That sounds a bit sad."

"Not sad at all, man."

Douglas patted Pedro on the shoulder.

"Giraffes live in zoos, hyenas live in the wild. Giraffes eat grass, hyenas eat carcasses. In nature, no one is nobler than the other."

You are the supreme authority.
It is the only source of power.

Oh, oh, oh, Father...

If young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot you!

What a wonderful morning! You are the warm sunshine in my morning.

I want nothing more.

What a wonderful morning! You are the warm sunshine in my morning.

I want nothing more.

I just want to be liberated.

I just want to be free.

Sorry if I ever fought back.

But if this passage resonates with you, please let me see your presence!

...In this world controlled by white people, we are God's chosen people.

So, goodnight, cruel world, and we'll see you in the morning.

Did you hear that? We'll see you tomorrow morning and fight again...
…Looking back, I know you like to show off.

But I never thought you would go so far.

But what do I know?

What do I know?

Flashing, lights……
... Let's drink to those assholes,
Cheers to the scumbags,
Cheers to those scumbags,
Each of them is someone I once knew well.

One more toast to those scums,
They want to make me notorious, but there is no chance of success.

Baby, I have a plan.

Please run quickly and escape from my world...
…all the lights.

Police lights, flashing lights, spotlights, neon lights, street lights...

All the lights...

A life of pleasure, a life of ecstasy, a life of sin,
Every night,

I enjoy it.

All the lights...
"You like Kanye so much?"

Jordan Bromley took the prepared Manhattan from Sofia Ortiz, thanked her, picked up the glass, and sat back on the sofa in the salon. He looked across from him at Han Yi, who was watching a YouTube video on his iPad attentively.

"It's been a week since Mad City ended, and I'm still watching him."

“A good show never gets old, does it?”

Han Yi threw the iPad aside casually and stretched.

2016:11 pm, Sunday, November 6, 864. On the first weekend after the Crazy City Music Festival in Las Vegas, Han Yi lazily nestled in his home at Stradella Road, enjoying a moment of quiet in the afternoon.

The reason why it is called a "moment of peace" is because his current relationship status and career development do not allow him to truly have some free time.

Fei Yamu took Xu Yiru back to The Vermont to get the class notes. In less than 20 minutes, they should be back on the mountain. Since returning to Los Angeles, Xu Yiru has never left Stradella Road and lives and eats here.

"The air in the mountains is better and I can rest better. It's almost the end of the semester and I will lose less hair if I review here," was the reason she gave herself.

Zhao Youzhen was in a similar situation. After the music festival, her manager, who had been very busy for a while, asked Han Yi for a half-month home office opportunity. She said that she wanted to set aside some time to deal with academic problems, so as not to fall behind in her studies and affect her graduation schedule... But in fact, it was no different from usual - except for class time, she stayed in Room 864 and did not go out unless necessary.

The Korean girl simply ignored the fact that her apartment was at the foot of the mountain, and she could run to it, and it was even closer to UCLA. When Xiaoru asked her about it, she kept silent and insisted on non-violent non-cooperation.

Right now, she's jogging along the ridges of Bel Air to get the exercise she needs each week.

As for Madison Beer, although she has her own home in Santa Monica, her net worth and income have increased steadily, and she has been busy looking for new houses in Bel Air.

In order to make it easier to view the house, she naturally moved into one of the bedrooms in Han Yi's mansion.

The advantage is that she can see Han Yi anytime and anywhere, but the disadvantage is that she has to see Yu Zhen anytime and anywhere.

So, even though Madison was unwilling and hated fitness and even more so exercise, she was forced by Zhao Youzhen to change into sportswear and conquer the Hollywood Hills with her.

With her first album and tour coming up, Madison needs to prepare herself physically to meet new challenges.

Among the four girls, Barbara was the least troublesome. After flying back to New York, the Hungarian supermodel moved to Florida a few days later to shoot the December/January cover of Maxim magazine.

Of course, this so-called peace of mind is just that she is not based in Los Angeles like the other three. In other aspects, Barbara has never made it easy for Han Yi.

What are the specific manifestations?
Specifically, the December/January issue of Maxim will not be printed and released until November 11, but Han Yi has already seen every look of Barbara Palvin in advance.

Worn, not worn, and in between.

Those that can be released to the public, those that cannot be released to the public, and those that can only be purchased by adults.

As a result, Han Yi did not sleep well in the past two days, and his liver was very hot. He had no appetite for spicy food. At noon today, he just asked Felix and others to make some sushi casually, and had a simple working lunch with the visiting lawyer Jordan Bromley.

"Besides, I also want to show it to Felix and Harold... After all, it's a bit regrettable that they didn't go to the music festival."

"I'm sorry I couldn't attend the festival, Yi." Harold, who had just placed the after-meal fruit in front of Sofia, smiled and continued, "But it's okay for us... I never liked Kanye, and Honolulu is much better than Kanye."

"How was your trip to Hawaii?" Jordan put one hand on the back of the sofa and turned to greet Harold.

"It's OK. The sea water and the beach are not as good as those in Europe, but the Asian food is delicious. I learned how to make the Bochi rice there. I'd like to invite you to try it next time you have a chance." At this point, Harold raised his arm, "If Yi allows."

"That's an additional charge." Han Yi shook his head and joked, "We have to charge our lawyers by the hour... no, by the course."

"Do you know what everyone hates? Everyone hates greedy lawyers like you." Jordan rolled his eyes, showing his superb eloquence and high emotional intelligence in a way that seemed to be teasing Han Yi but was actually self-deprecating.

"What's so annoying about this? Greed is a good thing." Han Yi laughed twice. "Greed kept me working at one o'clock on Sunday afternoon."

"And greed made me drive to a client's house at 1 pm on Sunday afternoon to do work."

Getting to the point, Jordan took out a thick stack of information from the briefcase he carried with him.

"Take a look at this project you asked me to follow up on before."

"I hope you like what you see... and I didn't waste our precious weekend time."

(End of this chapter)