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Chapter 166: Waiting in line to give money (Subscription required)

Ryan thought it was just a formality, just a few boring words like "love yourself, love God".

Unexpectedly, as soon as I appeared, there was a huge booing in the main hall.

"What do you want him to do?"

"He makes a mess around here!"

"Ever since the nightclubs appeared, I have never let my daughter go out at night!"

"Blasphemy against God! Danger to the community!"

"Close the nightclub and leave the community!"

"The nightclub is closed!"

“Leave the community!”

The people in the church then shouted slogans in unison.

Ryan stood still, holding onto the podium, and looked at the people in front of him. As far as he could see, most of them were Colombians and Cubans.

From the physiognomy, most Colombians have mixed blood features, while Cubans are more like traditional European whites. The specific differences are similar to those between Brazilians and Argentines.

Facing the crowd of doubters, Ryan smiled and knocked the ring hard on the podium twice.

"Bang, bang, bang!" Ryan exerted force, the echo was particularly clear, and the shouting gradually disappeared.

"Tell me, when was the last time this place was so lively? It was in the 1970s and 1980s. But now, decades later, what have you gained? Dilapidated roads, chaotic public security, or increasingly corrupt people's hearts? Young people leave here and leave their hometowns to make a living in big cities. Children cannot get a good education, middle-aged people are troubled by prescription drugs, and the elderly are tortured by diseases."

"Tell me, is this why you came here in the first place?"

Ryan looked around at everyone.

No one in the audience dared to respond; Ryan's words pierced their hearts.

"This is the reality, you are just a bunch of garbage, no one cares about you, and you stink." Ryan continued bluntly.

This made many people in the audience feel indignant.

"Did I say something wrong?" Ryan looked into the eyes of many of them, and all of them retreated under his gaze.

"And now, this community is thriving again, with people coming and going every day and the parking lot full, all because of my nightclub. Are there any restaurant owners around here? Raise your hands so I can see."

Ryan searched the hall and saw two or three people raising their hands.

"Tell everyone loudly, has your business improved since the nightclub opened?"

One of the women holding a child stood up and said in a stammering voice, "Before the nightclub opened, there were only a few customers a day. But after it opened, especially in the early morning, many people came to the restaurant to eat. My husband couldn't handle it anymore, so he called my brother over and planned to hire two more people."

The other two responded in a similar way.

"Did you hear that? This is the answer. The closer a restaurant is to a nightclub, the more business it grows." Ryan knocked on the podium again.

"What does that have to do with us?!" someone else shouted.

"Of course it matters. Do you know what those nightclub guests represent? They are walking wallets!"

"I can tell you a good news. I am considering raising funds to build a commercial street around the nightclub, which will have restaurants, hotels, pharmacies, supermarkets, gas stations and other supporting facilities. This includes repairing nearby roads so that everyone can enjoy the benefits of the development."

"At that time, I will rent the berths to you at a low price!" Ryan opened his arms in an outward-facing position.

The people in the audience looked at each other.

I don't know who started the applause first, but within a few seconds the church was filled with loud applause.

"Let the community thrive again!" Ryan shouted.

"Let the community thrive again!" everyone shouted in unison.

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"Yes, you are good at public speaking and even better at agitation. Your talents are not limited to music." When the Patriarch saw Ryan coming down from the stage, he immediately took the initiative to hug Ryan.

"It's just storytelling at its core," Ryan said casually.

In his eyes, any narrative is a story.

As for the present, commercial streets always need tenants, and these locals can absorb some of them.

"It's just that your appearance is a little...young. You should try wearing a suit. It will make you look more stable and win more favor from the public." The Patriarch continued.

It seems that the speech had a good effect. The Patriarch specially asked Ryan to be the guest of honor and present gifts to several teenagers. These teenagers won the national sports competition, which is a cause for celebration for the whole community. In some communities with many believers, religious ceremonies are community ceremonies, and it is not surprising to see such occasions.

After the award ceremony, Ryan was still standing on the stage with a choir behind him, singing a religious song, or hymn.

Ryan naturally couldn't sing, he just clapped his hands to the rhythm. At this moment, the familiar sense of sight came back again, complementing the hymns in his ears.

Ryan was stunned and actually "heard" Beyonce singing
Then came a male voice, which sounded equally familiar.

"Put your wings on me and walk with me
When I'm overwhelmed
Soaring and singing in the music..."

Ryan recognized the unique male voice as the lead singer of Coldplay.

Beyoncé and Coldplay collaborated on a song that was not a religious song, but a pop song called "Hymn For The Weekend".

In addition, Ryan was surprised to find that this song was also produced by AVICII. This was the second time he saw this name.

Listening carefully, Ryan can feel that this song has certain similarities with the timbre of wake me up.

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"Boom boom boom!"

"Enter."

Theresa led a woman in a suit into Ryan's office.

"Welcome, Manager Nora." Ryan stood up and extended his hand.

The woman with short black hair looked at Ryan, then extended her hand and smiled, "You look much more mature than on TV."

Today Ryan changed into a shirt and dressed for work.

"You are much younger than I thought. I thought you were just an intern." Ryan said with a smile.

The woman named Nora sneered: "You are quite good at talking."

In fact, the woman did look very young. Due to the makeup, Ryan couldn't guess too accurately, but he thought she should be around thirty-five years old.

"Let me formally introduce myself. I work for APG, a subsidiary of the Carlyle Group's office in Florida. This time I am responsible for coordinating with you to complete commercial development and construction."

"An asset management company that operates water parks and family entertainment centers?" Ryan said as he sat down.

"That's right." Nora nodded: "This is our main business, of course we also do some side jobs."

"Cooperate with the Bishop?"

"Which bishop? The ownership and management rights of this land, including the building itself, have long been transferred to APG. It is legal and compliant. Don't overthink it." Nora said calmly.

Ryan smiled and said nothing.

"What stage have you reached now? I have seen the information on similar projects you submitted. Has the final budget been determined?" After saying that, she snapped her fingers twice to Theresa behind her.

Theresa walked over to the coffee machine.

"About 40 million," Ryan whispered.

"Forty million? You must have been cheated. The normal budget is definitely less than this amount. You don't want to build a luxurious commercial street, do you?" Nora reacted immediately.

Come to think of it, anyone who can participate in this work must be an expert.

"The final budget has not been determined yet, but I have already contacted the bank, and I need the bank's support for funds," Ryan said.

"Which bank did you contact?" Nora asked immediately.

"First Bank of Florida, Coast National Bank, Regions Bank..." Ryan said one by one. These are all local banks in Florida.

"Forget about these banks. I can't sustain myself any longer. The loan amount I can give you is definitely not high. I can recommend two to you, SunTrust Bank and United Bank. I have a classmate who works at United Bank. But you don't need to use my connections. As long as you open your mouth, these banks will rush to give you money." Nora said.

"I'll listen to you, Theresa. I'll make a phone call now and inquire about the relevant business." Ryan said.

During the process, Ryan received several more calls.

Nora was pacing in the office. She saw a photo of Ryan and Taylor next to the coffee machine, and next to it was the AMA Best Newcomer Award trophy, but the seat next to it was empty.

"Is this the space reserved for the Grammy trophy?" Nora turned around and said.

"Of course not, I'm not sure." Ryan put down the phone: "The bank has a message and they will send someone over tomorrow."

This is actually the case, banks are eager to give themselves money.

(End of this chapter)