American Entertainment: Taylor Swift wrote a song for the beginning

Chapter 127 This star is too self-disciplined (please subscribe)

【41 (no photo uploaded): I have heard of this forum for a long time! 】

【4444 (7.1 points): @Ryan...】

【22222（7.3）：A new short code has appeared. Please tell me your name.】

【13 (8.7): She is my friend. 】

【5854 (8.1): Do you want to watch the live broadcast as well? 】

【13:……】

【41: Is there really a live broadcast? 】

【13: Stop it, Selena. 】

【3111 (no photo uploaded): Selena Gomez? 】

[15 Gao Mei (8.9): It’s getting more and more lively]

"Why does everyone have a number after their ID?" Taylor was surprised to find that everyone had an extra score on Ryan's page, while his own page remained the same as before.

"We held a hot girl contest before and encouraged fans to upload selfies. I asked Veronica to connect the backstage scores." Ryan said.

"I didn't upload any photos. Also, why is my score so low? Who is this 15? How come her score is higher than mine?" Taylor yelled.

"You know, men's aesthetic taste is different from women's. Most of the people who are judging now are probably male users." Ryan explained patiently.

"You know men's needs are very simple. They have to have one of the following: waist, legs, and owl. The photo 15 may upload is more sexy, but that doesn't mean she is more beautiful than you." Ryan continued.

After Ryan's explanation, Taylor felt much more balanced.

Ryan deliberately posted the rating link in places where male users are active, and the girls selected are naturally the hottest girls in men's minds, which are more in line with Ryan's actual needs.

"Also, as time goes by, the number of judges will increase, and your score may even go up," Ryan said finally.

At this time, Olsen sent a private message to Ryan.

【16: The stRay series has been rolled out in all the row stores and will be officially on sale tomorrow. 】

the row is the high-end brand of the Olsen sisters. Under the advice of the two, stRay also takes the high-end route, with an average selling price of over four figures.

For Ryan, the fashion series did not cost him a penny, and he gets a share of every item sold, so it is a guaranteed profit.

"I'm going to take a shower." Taylor stood up suddenly.

"Remember to wash your butt clean." Ryan said casually while communicating with Olsen.

"How about you help me wash it?" Taylor hooked the ends of her hair and raised the corners of her mouth. She spoke these little dirty words very fluently and naturally, which was not the case with her before.

"That's fine, I can wash it more cleanly." Ryan nodded quickly.

Seeing Ryan stand up directly, Taylor's smile froze a little, and she suddenly understood what Ryan wanted to do.

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"...Enough is enough." Taylor lay in the bathtub, one leg curled up, slightly sideways, his brows furrowed, and his expression uncomfortable.

"Almost." Ryan nodded.

Just at this moment, Ryan's cell phone on the sink rang with an old-fashioned tone.

This is a specially set alarm clock.

Taylor opened his eyes, only to see Ryan had walked out, as if something had happened.

"What are you doing?" Taylor propped himself up, no longer showing the weakness he had just shown.

"I forgot to tell you, I set an alarm. From now on, I will take time out to work out for three hours every day. Everything else will be stopped during this time, including... you." Ryan dried himself.

Taylor was stunned for a moment, and Ryan had already put on his clothes.

"You're just going to leave me here?" Taylor shouted as Ryan was about to walk out.

Self-discipline is a good thing, but will being too self-disciplined make you look like you are making a fuss? Ryan turned around, kissed Taylor on the forehead, and stroked her head twice to comfort her: "Just wait here for me to come back."

"I want to go too! I want to work out with you." Taylor raised his fist and decided to go with Ryan.

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"I can't do it anymore... Ryan... I really can't do it anymore." Taylor supported herself on the treadmill with both hands. Her legs could not keep up with the movement of the tracks and her steps were really staggering. At this moment, she changed into a sports bra, and her slender abdomen could be seen. Her exposed skin was covered with sweat. Her face was really red and she was breathing heavily.

Ryan, who was on the treadmill next to him, raised his hand and took the initiative to help Taylor stop the treadmill.

Taylor supported himself on his knees and struggled to sit down on a chair next to him, his breathing making the sound of an old bellows.

She looked at Ryan's back and felt that he was running very fast. His pace was several times faster than hers and he had been running for almost twenty minutes.

"No wonder he's so good at that..." Taylor fiddled with his hair, thoughts popping up in his mind.

For Ryan, this is just a warm-up. Strength training after aerobics is the key to maintaining muscles.

He sat on the high pull-down machine, pulling down with his left and right hands respectively. This machine mainly exercises the back muscles. Taylor stood close in front and could see that as Ryan exerted force, the muscles on his back continued to bulge, full of a special beauty of power.

Taylor's heartbeat also went up and down as Ryan stretched. The feeling was like a man watching a porn movie for the first time. She was nervous, curious, and a little secretly happy. She was like a little fan girl and took the initiative to wipe Ryan's sweat.

I trained my back, legs, arms and chest, and the three hours passed quickly.

"Are you tired?" Taylor asked with concern.

"Not bad." Ryan looked at Taylor who was wearing tight sportswear. The intense exercise did not make him feel tired. Instead, he felt refreshed. The huge amount of hormones secreted in his body made his thoughts in that regard even stronger.

"Let Erica buy a soft enough cushion. The softer the better." Ryan suddenly said to Taylor as they walked out of the gym.

"Why buy that thing?" Taylor didn't react for a moment.

"You might need it tomorrow." Ryan nodded.

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"hiss……"

Taylor had just sat down in the first-class cabin of the plane when he gasped and broke out in a cold sweat. He first regretted not listening to Ryan's advice yesterday, and then secretly cursed Ryan for being too reckless. But then he thought, that thing is determined by genes, and Ryan himself cannot control it.

I'll have to buy more baby oil next time... Taylor muttered to himself, leaning forward and sitting on the edge of the large and thick airline seat.

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At the same time, Ryan also boarded the return flight. He and Taylor had different destinations, so naturally they couldn't take the same plane.

After landing, Ryan received news that Ellie Goulding and her current boyfriend were waiting for him in the record company's office.

The nightclub has now completely established itself, and the customer flow has become stable. On average, there are 2500 people spending money in the venue at the peak every day, and the average daily customer flow is between 3500 and 4000 people. The daily turnover easily exceeds 40, most of which is ticket revenue. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is "making a fortune every day." Before opening the store, Ryan thought the place was too big, but now he thinks it is too small. If the venue can be expanded, the turnover can be further increased.

The stable cash flow also made Ryan's pockets bulge rapidly, and the second phase of the project, including the renovation of the record company and the remaining boxes, has already begun.

As for the expansion plan, the ownership of the abandoned church is in the hands of an asset management company, and Ryan has sent someone to contact it.

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"Fifteen years? What a joke!" Ellie Goulding's boyfriend yelled as soon as he saw the content of the contract.

"This is just a record contract, not a contract to sell yourself. Why are you in such a hurry?" Ryan said in a bad tone.

"I...this term is too long. If the sales are not good, won't Ai Li's singing career be locked up by you? Unless you shorten the contract period, this contract can't be signed." Although her boyfriend stopped yelling, his tone was very firm.

"Ellie, we can also contact other record companies, right? Several have contacted us." He began to wink at his girlfriend.

Ellie nodded quickly: "Yes, that's right."

The young man's acting skills were poor. Ryan shook his head and took a sip of canned Coke: "It's okay not to sign the contract. Just pay the penalty in the lock-in agreement. It's not much, only 100,000 pounds."

"One hundred thousand? You only gave us five thousand before!" Ellie said quickly.

"And it's a deposit!" her boyfriend added.

"Really? I'm afraid you didn't read the contract carefully. This is an advance payment. The agreement I signed with you is also a priority agreement. The agreement stipulates that my record company has the priority right to sign the contract. If you sign a contract with other record companies, no matter what conditions the other party gives, it will be considered a breach of contract." Ryan said slowly.

"Fuck you!" The young couple stood up immediately.

(End of this chapter)