American Entertainment: Taylor Swift wrote a song for the beginning

Chapter 225: Growing up in a greenhouse, it is bound to decline
"Ryan, why are you putting all the business in the hands of Ivanka? Her father will be unhappy." Jared said immediately, fearing that Ivanka would agree.

"Ryan, they don't need you. Ivanka's shoes and clothes are already on sale in many department stores across the United States. Last time I saw her stores in Macy's and Hudson's Bay Department Store. They had pink door fronts, right?" Paris also spoke up, forgetting to bring her baby clips.

"That's even better, we'll have one more channel partner." Ryan nodded immediately.

"Ryan!" Paris looked straight at Ryan and began to regret why she invited Ivanka to her box.

"Well... I myself really hope to cooperate with Ryan, but Stray has already collaborated with Dior, which will make the cooperation very complicated. I have to go back and think about it carefully." Ivanka chose her words.

She knew that Anna Wintour had personally certified Ryan's design talent, but cooperation was not something that could be done in a few words, so she subconsciously left it to her father to help her make the decision.

Ivanka has been following her father's plan. From studying business at Wharton School to joining the family business to starting her own business, it was all driven by her father. Even when she started modeling, it was the same. Under her pretty face, she is actually a flower in a greenhouse, at least for now.

Old Tang began to give her opportunities to show her face when she was fifteen years old, allowing her to serve as the host of the Miss Teen America beauty pageant, which her brother did not receive.

Although the eldest son, Xiao Tang, also joined the family business right after graduating from university, Old Tang was much more "indulgent" towards his eldest daughter than he was.

Ryan nodded: "I'll contact you later."

"Okay." Ivanka nodded. She could vaguely feel that Ryan had a passion for her that surpassed other women.

After they chatted for a while, Ryan took the group to the record company upstairs and went to his office.

"To be honest, this place is a bit small and the decoration is too simple. Ivanka, I'll take you to my office later." Jared said to Ivanka beside him.

"Do you have this thing in your office?" Ivanka pointed to the trophies sparkling under the lights not far away. In the most conspicuous position were the Grammy trophies - two of them!
"I... cough cough." Jared coughed violently, obviously choking.

When Paris and his group saw the various trophies, they rushed over and took photos with the trophies one by one.

Finally, Ryan was pulled in, and Paris stood in the front, holding up her phone to take a group selfie.

Ryan chose a position and stood next to Ivanka. At that time, mobile phones did not have telephoto lenses, so in order to fit everyone in, everyone had to be close together.

Jared also wanted to come over, but was pushed away by Ryan.

Ivanka and Ryan were so close together that they could smell each other.

Ivanka exudes a unique scent that is a mixture of rose, amber, vanilla root and sandalwood.

Seeing Ryan's nose twitching, Ivanka took the initiative to say, "If you like Clive Christian No.1 more, you can let Taylor use this one too."

The key point is the second half of the sentence.

Foreign women all have the habit of using perfume, not because they are particular about it, but mainly to cover up body odor. Ivanka has a strong body odor.

"She might have her own preferences," Ryan responded.

At this time, Paris pressed the shooting button and everyone dispersed.

Ryan looked over and saw that Paris immediately posted the photos on Twitter. She had posted at least a dozen photos tonight. As a first-generation Internet celebrity, she would not miss any opportunity to be exposed.

"Posting photos is a way to interact with fans. Your Taylor often does this." Paris looked up, noticed Ryan's gaze, and took the initiative to explain.

Ryan took the group around for a while. Everyone was curious about the furnishings in the recording studio. When Ryan began to introduce some of the more expensive music equipment, Ivanka's eyes flashed with surprise. She didn't expect that these seemingly insignificant things would be so expensive.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Ryan said that the nightclub was about to close, and the group of young people brought by Paris began to prepare to leave. Most of them were a man and a woman, and there was also a group of two men and a woman. It was obvious that they were preparing to play something more exciting later.

"How many days will you stay in Florida?" Ryan asked Ivanka.

"I'll stay here for about a week with my two best friends and sunbathe," Ivanka continued.

"Speaking of sunbathing, I know a beach not far from here with a very good environment." Ryan recommended a tourist destination.

"Then why don't you call Taylor and let's go together?" Ivanka suggested with a smile. She also wanted to get to know Taylor. Like Ryan, she was also very talented.

"I'll let her know. If she has time, she'll come." Ryan said immediately.

"That `s a deal."

"Are you going to see your father?" Ryan asked again.

"If he were in Florida, I would go."

At this time, Jared came over and asked: "What are you two talking about?"

"By the way, Ivanka, I'll arrange a car to take you back to the hotel." Ryan didn't give Jared any chance at all.

"No need, Ivanka came here in my car." Jared said immediately, afraid that Ryan would know which hotel Ivanka was staying in.

"My nanny car is very spacious and has been specially modified. It has luxurious seats and sofas, and you can even watch TV in it." Ryan ignored Jared completely.

"Then I really have to try it." Ivanka nodded immediately, knowing that Ryan was helping her get rid of Jared's entanglement.

When Ryan saw Sean coming over, she asked Sean to take her to the car.

As soon as Ivanka left, Jared glared at Ryan, snorted coldly, and turned away.

"You made him angry and embarrassed." Paris came over and said in Ryan's ear.

"Do you know what is the best ingredient for barbecue?" Ryan asked suddenly.

"Grilled squid, of course!" Ryan said with a smile. Of course, the meaning of this sentence can only be realized in the Chinese context.

"It's incomprehensible. What do you want to say?"

"You are good at managing social networks. And I just happen to be in need of a publicity manager," Ryan continued.

Since she was going to be a DJ in the Bad Room, she might as well further the cooperation.

"You want to hire me? I'm very expensive. I'm afraid it will scare you. You also have to buy me the best medical insurance." Paris reminded.

"The premise is that you can complete the corresponding indicators."

“KPI, right?”

"Pretty much. In addition to a fixed amount of promotional materials, you also have to ensure that the number of online fans and interactions increases accordingly. You work in the Bad Room three days a week, and temporarily only work at the main store in Orlando."

"I can do all this, but can you afford to pay for it?" Paris certainly doesn't mind making money.

"How about this, in addition to the monthly salary, there will be a nightclub consumption quota, and I will pay for your consumption in the nightclub." Ryan thought of an idea.

In this way, she can not only pay less salary, but also invite more friends to support her. Similar to celebrities, these friends can more or less play a certain publicity role, which is killing two birds with one stone.

"Ryan, you are really good at business, aren't you? I'm surprised you could have come up with such an idea." Paris saw through Ryan's thoughts and couldn't help laughing.

"You know I have a lot of money to spend right now," Ryan whispered.

"Then you have to agree to two additional conditions of mine." Paris' eyes rolled around and he immediately proposed.

"tell me the story."

"First, you have to write a song for me within six months. I don't care if the song is written by you, but you must sign your name on it."

"Okay, I agree to this one."

"Second, I want you to tell me in person what you think of Ivanka?!" Paris stared at Ryan.

"What can I think of her? Your question is very problematic. Can't I talk more to people other than Taylor?" Ryan sneered.

"Why did you send a car to take her?" Paris asked immediately.

"She was entangled by Jared and asked me for help." "Then why did you help her? And why did you cooperate with her?"

"Her father is a real estate businessman and also my neighbor. This person can be useful to me." Ryan answered fluently.

"Tsk, just pretend." Paris pointed to his own eyes and then pointed at Ryan, meaning "I'll keep an eye on you."

Nikki, who was standing by, saw this and said coldly, "Don't pay attention to her. My sister has a mental illness."

"You are sick. You eat my food, drink my drinks, and use my things every day. It's really a waste of my love for you." Paris scolded his sister.

"Okay, you can continue the lecture on the way. Ryan still has things to deal with. Let's go quickly." She pushed Paris.

"You care about him so much, why don't you care about me?"

"I'm just caring about you. It's getting late. Go back."

The two sisters left in unison.

After the two men left, Sean also came back. He first said that Ivanka had got on the car, and then began to report the turnover on the first day of the event. Today's turnover once again broke the record since the opening of the Bad Room. The revenue for one night was close to 500,000. In fact, the main hall had been saturated for a long time. Before the expansion was completed, it could only accommodate so many people. The growth mainly came from VIP guests in the boxes.

"Also, the New Orleans branch called me yesterday and asked when they could start activities there. I've already asked, and the groups that have performed here before don't have much time recently."

"Have you asked the group that will be performing today?" Ryan asked.

"not yet."

"Let me take care of this. Where are those people now?"

"I'm changing clothes backstage."

Ryan quickly came to the dressing room backstage. He originally wanted to wait outside until they changed their clothes before going in, but the group of girls yelled at him to come in now.

The group of people themselves didn't mind, and Ryan minded even less. After entering, he found that there was nothing to see. The girls were all wearing underwear and only changed into outer clothes.

"Ryan, where will the private party be held later?"

"Don't change places, just stay here."

"Then I won't wear any clothes. I'll take them off instead."

The words of these women were still full of provocation.

Ryan talked about the purpose of his visit, and that he wanted to go to New Orleans for another event after the event was over.

I originally thought that these cheerleaders would refuse. After all, they are NFL cheerleaders. Football is the national sport in the United States and is very popular among the people. Also, it involves a business trip, so I'm afraid they don't have the time.

Unexpectedly, the girls agreed immediately.

"Ryan, as long as you ask, you can let us perform anywhere."

"Yeah, one performance in the Bad Room is worth half a month's income for the cheerleading team."

"If you can let us perform long-term, I can quit my part-time job as a cheerleader."

Ryan felt that he did not pay a very expensive appearance fee. Upon asking, he found out that the part-time hourly wage of the cheerleading team was ridiculously low. Moreover, the cheerleaders present had other occupations. Some were kindergarten teachers, some were office clerks, and some were aquarium tour guides. In fact, they were all ordinary people.

"Since the hourly wage of cheerleading is not high, why do you still do it? Is it for fame?" Ryan asked.

"What's the point of being famous? Unless you can hook up with a player, and the player is willing to spend money on you, don't expect to live a comfortable life."

"I have to pay rent and a car loan, and a job is not enough to cover my monthly expenses."

"At least you are not in debt. I am in a terrible situation. My father's surgery five years ago is still being repaid by my whole family."

"My credit card has been overdue for several months. I don't know how to pay off this month's student loan. My credit score has dropped a lot, and the interest rate is getting higher and higher. I am still considering whether to work part-time in a striptease club. At least the income there is higher. If it really doesn't work out, I can only sell more blood."

As soon as this was mentioned, the girls immediately started to complain.

Only then did Ryan realize that it was already difficult for ordinary people to survive in the United States.

These girls have college degrees, can dance, and their looks are above average compared to ordinary people. Even they have ended up like this, so one can imagine how ordinary people are treated worse than them.

It can be said that they have no shortage of suitors, but the economic conditions of ordinary American men are not that good either. There is no soil for the development of the dog-licking economy, and those who have boyfriends are more likely to be roommates who share the living expenses.

Of course, there are also some women who join the cheerleading team just for the status of cheerleaders, which makes it easier for them to find sugar daddies. There are also star players who serve as banners in the cheerleading team, and their husbands are quite rich, but these people will not fall to the level of accepting invitations to bad rooms.

As for the reason why they spoke so provocatively, besides the fact that Ryan was indeed very handsome and a celebrity, so it was worthwhile to spend the night with him, the more important reason was... Ryan was rich and generous, so they all thought they could get a lot of tips.

Ryan thought of the group of young men in the box. They were all dressed in gold and spent money like water. The wine wasted tonight would be enough for these girls to live comfortably for half a year.

On the one hand, the wealth of a few rich people is growing faster and faster, while on the other hand, the life of the general public is becoming more and more difficult.

The decline of America is inevitable.

"There's not much I can do, but your performance tonight was great, so I can give you some extra tips." Ryan nodded.

This caused another round of cheers from the girls present.

"In addition, if you are willing, the frequency of activities will be increased in the future, to every week, so that you can come back next month." Ryan thought of another idea.

"Oh Ryan, you are an angel, God will bless you!"

"You're a genuinely good person, you have a heart of gold."

While cheering, the girls were deeply moved.

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On the way back, Ryan talked about the cheerleaders. Theresa said that this was very normal, and even took the initiative to admit that if she hadn't been attracted by the high salary offered by Ryan, she would not have come.

The next morning, Ryan received a call from Taylor.

"Hi! How was yesterday's event?" Taylor was having breakfast.

"Fortunately, everything went smoothly." Ryan and Taylor also talked about the difficult economic environment of the cheerleaders.

"That's true. I have to admit that I came from a good family and I made money quickly, so I didn't have a hard time. But I can also feel the plight of some people. Many fans send me private messages hoping that I can help. Many people's lives are miserable and they have encountered all kinds of misfortunes," Taylor explained.

“So did you give money to these fans?”

"No, Paula said these people's experiences were all fabricated, and once you give one, you have to keep giving. But I gave Abigail money. She is not a local high school graduate in Kansas, and the tuition for the University of Kansas is quite expensive. I don't want her to have a hard time paying off her student loans, so I helped pay part of her tuition for this semester. You won't blame me, will you, Ryan?"

"Am I that cold-blooded?" Ryan laughed, "Abigail, if you have any problems, just speak up."

"Then I feel relieved. By the way, who was the person in the photo with you last night? I mean the one standing next to you." Taylor suddenly said. She saw the photo sent by Paris early this morning and immediately noticed the woman standing next to Ryan.

"Does Jared know her? I know one of the previous VIP guests. He was involved in the development of the land around the Bad Room. That's the one he's pursuing, Iwanka. Her father is the one on the reality show 'The Apprentice'..." Ryan continued.

"Oh, so that's what it is."

"She has a very unique scent. She said she uses Clive Christian No.1."

"I won't use it. It's such a waste. 50 ml of this perfume costs several thousand dollars." She said immediately on the other end of the phone. She knew the brand.

"She said she still wants to get to know you and hang out together later."

"I'm not like her, a person who does nothing. I have to go to work. We'll talk about it later."

The two chatted for a while, and then Ryan hung up the phone. Not long after that, he received a call from Old Tang...

(End of this chapter)