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In Ryan's sight, there was Lil Wayne, a black man with long dreadlocks, wearing loose jeans, a baseball shirt, a baseball cap, and a heavy gold necklace around his neck. There were four burly men standing beside him, and their presence was no less impressive than Arthur's before.

His situation this year is just the opposite of Arthur's. The album he released this year sold more than 100 million copies in the first week, and he is now very popular. His sphere of influence is New Orleans, Louisiana. In addition to himself, the two artists he discovered and cultivated are perhaps more well-known. One of them is Nicki Minaj, and the other is Drake.

After just one look at him, Ryan realized that this cooperation was most likely impossible.

He is holding a leaf in his hand now.

"Don't worry, he knows your rules. Maybe things can turn around. Just think of it as a chat with him. It won't take you long." Scott glanced at Teresa who passed by Ryan and entered the record company.

Scott then added: "Technically, he is one of them. Cush Money Records is also a subsidiary of Republic Records."

Rui had no choice but to go forward and the two even bumped fists.

"Let's talk here?" Lil Wayne looked at Ryan closely, his voice a little hoarse.

His voice reminded Ryan of Mai Li, that unique duck voice.

"There's a Columbian restaurant nearby," Ryan said.

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"There's only one thing I don't understand. Why are you so insistent on the so-called... environmentally friendly thing? You have to know that it's other people's freedom to do what they want, and you have no right to interfere." Lil Wayne tapped the table.

"It's a simple truth. Do you know how many nightclubs there are in Orlando? Including bars and pubs, there are hundreds and thousands. But there is only one that does this. Nightclubs have existed before you were born. In other words, this is nothing new."

"You talk to me about ideas, and I talk to you about business!"

"There are always some people who feel disgusted with this kind of environment, and we serve this group of people. As a result, you can see that the Bad Room has been a great success. At the beginning, this was just a temporary decision of mine, but the result was unexpectedly good, which proves that this harmless environment will attract a group of customers. Even if it fails, we can still recover. The nightclub is in our hands, and the rules can be changed."

Before Ryan did this, public acceptance was a black box, but after trying it, he found that it was all feasible.

This conversation left Lien and others looking at each other in bewilderment.

"Would you rather sit in a nightclub where you spent a lot of money but no one comes to smoke to your heart's content, or would you rather smoke at home while counting your money?" Ryan asked.

"But... you have to know, if I invest in a nightclub, I can't even get in..." Lien laughed.

"Why do you want to go in? Do you want to be a DJ or supervise the employees? Maybe you will feel fresh and impressive at the beginning, wow, I have a nightclub. But I swear, after a month, you will feel bored and think that it is just the same. You hear the same music every day and the girls dancing are always the same few moves."

"This……"

"There are people around you who don't smoke...you know what I'm talking about."

"my mother."

"Very good, let your mother help you watch the store every day, or find someone else you can trust."

“This aspect is easier to handle.”

"Do you have any more questions?"

Lien exchanged glances with his men.

"Not yet...for now." He said blankly.

"Very good, you understand the situation better than I thought."

“I just think that people who are good at something should be allowed to do what they are good at.”

"Then let's talk about the specific details..." Ryan didn't expect the negotiations to go so smoothly. The fundamental reason was that there was no conflict of interest between him and Lien, and Lien was the only one in New Orleans.

"You will be responsible for negotiating with the local authorities and handling the formalities. The location is up to you. We can discuss the management. The investment amount will be equally divided, but I will have to take 51% of the shares because I provide the content, including electronic music and activities. These will be handled by my team. In the future, the equity changes can only be made with the consent of both parties. What do you think?"

"I understand the electronic music part, but what activities do you mean?"

"There will be activities rotating every month. Currently, there is a 'Porn Star' theme. The Bad Room will cooperate with the University of Florida on Christmas. The same is true in New Orleans, Louisiana State University, right? The football there is also very famous. If there is an excellent football team, there will be an excellent cheerleading team. These are just the first two activity themes. There will be more activities in the future..."

"It sounds attractive." Lien laughed, as if he had already foreseen the scene of making a lot of money in the future.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Gunshots suddenly rang out in the block outside the restaurant.

Lien's four bodyguards immediately went on alert, and Ryan and Scott raised their heads at the same time.

The crisis was not resolved until fifteen minutes later. "The police came and said someone shot and killed the thief who broke into the house."

"It's broad daylight." Ryan frowned.

This place is not far from the nightclub.

"Scott, who do you think is the most powerful person in a community?"

"If it's here, then he must be a local Catholic priest. There are many Catholic believers here. Of course, it's just a superficial reputation."

"Christmas is coming soon, I have to find time to visit him." Ryan realized that he had not had any contact with local forces in these few months.

The sound of the gunshot woke him up.

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A few days later, the church where the bad room was located.

"Ryan, right? I know you, the yellow-haired guy who appeared on Victoria's Secret." The middle-aged man wearing a patriarchal robe, a Roman collar and a felt hat smiled at Ryan.

“Do you watch Victoria’s Secret too?”

"I have dabbled in it occasionally." He nodded. "This year's Fantasy Bra is impressive, but not as good as the one Gisele Bundchen wore in 04. I miss that time very much. These days, walking on the catwalk is like shopping."

You can tell he is an expert just by listening to him.

"It's nothing. Beauty has passed away, but she remains in God's heart."

"That makes sense. Christmas is coming soon, and I've been busy with my daily affairs and haven't been able to see you. This is a little gift from me." Ryan raised his hand and placed an envelope on the table. There was a check inside.

The other party opened the envelope directly, took a quick glance at it, and quickly put it away.

"You are not giving this to me, but to God and the community at large."

"You're right."

"Tell me, what problems are you facing now?"

"The expansion of the building..." Ryan murmured.

Ryan called the asset management company and proposed to expand the church after the New Year. The other party said that this required the approval of the local church.

"As for this matter...you know, the local people have always been very dissatisfied with you. After all, it is a church, a sacred and inviolable place. Many people have expressed their opinions, but I suppressed them all." He sighed.

Ryan cursed the ISP lion in his heart for asking such a big question, but he just smiled and said, "If there is anything I can do for the local people, I will never refuse."

"It's not difficult. You know, there is a wasteland over there. If the people want to build a commercial street on the wasteland, they will have to build a road, which is very troublesome..."

This is the idea of supporting facilities. There are so many people coming and going in the nightclub every day, and the parking lot is full of gunfire every morning. If there is a love hotel here, the business will definitely be very good.

Ryan changed his mind and felt that it was an opportunity.

"No problem. I'll take care of the funding and construction. I'll have to trouble you with the necessary procedures. At that time, part of the property rights will be managed by the church."

"Ryan, you're only 20, right? You have a bright future!"

"Correction: nineteen."

"The expansion work will start at the beginning of next year. If the old church can be put to use, I think He will be very happy." The other party smiled.

As for commercial real estate partners, Ryan thought of Aja, but he didn't know whether the other party would be interested in such a "small business".

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When Ryan returned to the bad room, he saw that there were twenty or thirty young women dressed either casually or sexy in the main hall. It was only 3:30 in the afternoon and there were no customers at this time. In fact, these were all members of the Alligator Cheerleaders carefully selected by Ryan. One third of them were from the Dazzlers. This group of people were the absolute main performers and they themselves had rich experience in jazz, hip-hop and modern dance.

And Ryan gave them the highest appearance fee.

The Spirit Squad has more people selected. These people have no dancing skills, but they will perform at school celebrations, community events or recruitment promotions. They are good at interacting with guests and creating a good atmosphere. They also look more friendly and sweet.

The rest came from other teams, and each one was recruited after Ryan's review, so they were carefully selected.

"Ok, girls, time is running out, let's start rehearsing today!" Ryan said to everyone while standing on the DJ stage.

(End of this chapter)