American Entertainment: Taylor Swift wrote a song for the beginning

Chapter 227 Cooperation is finalized, Spirit Club
On the beautiful and pleasant Florida beach, outside, under the parasol, Ryan saw Ivanka walking towards him.

She was wearing sunglasses and had her hair tied up. She was not wearing a swimsuit, but a white gauze skirt with a red coral pattern print. She probably knew she would meet Ryan, so she dressed very conservatively, with only a pair of long legs exposed. When Ryan got closer, he could clearly feel that her legs were rounder than Taylor's, her shoulders were broader than Taylor's, and of course her chest was broader than Taylor's. She had a plump physique.

A practical weapon.

"How long have you been here?" Ivanka took off his sunglasses.

"About twenty minutes." Ryan stood up and shook her hand.

"Sorry, I'll go back and change my clothes." Ivanka sat down and saw Ryan's bodyguards not far away turning their backs to the two of them and closely monitoring the movements around them. There were no outsiders within a hundred feet.

As Ryan said, this place is indeed very secluded.

"It doesn't matter if I wait a little longer to see such a great figure." Ryan praised her without reservation.

"You have a better figure." Ivanka smiled sheepishly.

Ryan was wearing a T-shirt at the moment, and through the T-shirt one could see that his arms were quite strong.

"You should exercise more often," Ivanka tried.

Ryan talked about his daily fitness routine.

"You are really self-disciplined. I can't stick to it." Ivanka shook her head.

"It seems you frequent the gym too."

"That's right, I have a physique that is prone to gaining weight. If I don't do this, my figure will be completely out of shape in a few years. This is even more so after giving birth. I feel like I've gained weight again in the past few days. I really envy Taylor's figure." Ivanka shook her head and sighed.

"Let's not talk about this anymore, let's talk about cooperation first." Ivanka spoke at this time.

"As for cooperation with a clothing brand... I have no objection, but your father directly refused." Ryan chose to tell the truth at this time.

"You talked to him on the phone?" Ivanka suddenly realized.

"Yes, we talked on the phone before." Ryan nodded.

"There's nothing we can do. No matter what anyone says to my father, it's useless. Once he has made up his mind, there's no way I can make him change his mind." Ivanka said helplessly.

"What if you disagree with your father? Suppose you like a man but your father doesn't like him." Ryan inquired.

"Then there must be a reason why he doesn't like this man." Iwanka thought for a moment and said.

"Suppose this man has a family."

"Then I must have been carried away. My father was right to do this." Ivanka looked at Ryan and said immediately.

Ryan nodded, "Actually, I came here today to discuss another type of cooperation. I want to open a New York branch of the Bad Room in the building named after your family on Fifth Avenue."

This part of New York has to have a bad room.

"That sounds... not bad. How much is the daily turnover of the store in Orlando now?" Ivanka asked immediately.

"The day you came, we set a new record for sales, approaching half a million."

"Don't lie to me." Ivanka shook her head. "I have a degree in economics and business."

"Do you need me to get you the account book? A rave nightclub like the Bad Room relies mainly on ticket sales, followed by alcohol. The big customers in the box that day were also very supportive. During normal times, the Bad Room's revenue can exceed $300,000 a day..." Ryan explained the source of income in detail.

"I understand. This is different from other nightclubs. It's a new model." Ivanka immediately sensed something.

"It's not a new model. It's been around in some parts of Europe for a while, but it wasn't popular in the U.S. before."

"You took advantage of your fame and combined it with the characteristics of a DJ to come up with the idea of opening a nightclub. In other words, the bad room is your channel for monetization," Ivanka continued.

"Yeah, Taylor's touring all over the country, and so am I, except I've always stayed in one place," Ryan reminded.

"But this is very risky. If you don't perform in the Bad Room, the audience will lose enthusiasm. And as more and more franchise stores are added, you will probably become more and more exhausted." After a moment's thought, Ivanka pointed out the weakness of the Bad Room.

Although she is a little weak in character, she is not stupid.

"You're right. This involves the record company you visited the other day. Nightclubs and record companies are one and the same. Nightclubs can expose newcomers, and when newcomers become famous, they can further drive bad rooms. It's a virtuous cycle."

"An impeccable business case." Ivanka laughed. Only then did she realize that many of Ryan's arrangements were not decided on a whim. Upon closer examination, there were tricks behind them.

"The entertainment industry is not considered a qualified target in the eyes of investors due to its high risks, but you are different. I think you are more like a businessman, a smart businessman." Iwanka sighed involuntarily.

"You didn't go to college, did you?" Ivanka asked.

"You know, some things forced me to interrupt my studies. In fact, I was considering returning to college again." Ryan nodded.

"Wise choice."

"Actually, I'm also considering setting up an academy, an electronic music research academy." Ryan raised his hand and made a double quotation mark.

"Are you planning to gather a group of people to study electronic music?"

"No, it's actually more like an industry association, just like the Oscars and Emmy Awards selection organizations, covering the media, practitioners, record companies and almost every link in the industry. The ultimate goal is to gain the right to speak, and this right to speak is reflected in the International Dance Music Awards. These are all part of the carnival, and another component is the music festival. I have connected these three platforms, and the first carnival will be in a few months." Ryan went on to talk about the carnival.

"Amazing, incredible, I didn't expect you to have so many ideas. You are different from those stars or businessmen. You are like a perfect combination. If everything goes well, you will become Alexander the Great in the field of electronic music." She made an analogy.

"To be honest, I'm really envious of Taylor because I didn't meet you earlier." Ivanka said involuntarily.

"It's not too late to meet now. I'm not married yet." Ryan shrugged and said in a joking tone.

"Then I'll have to work harder." Ivanka joked.

"Do you want to cooperate with me now? You can choose not to interfere in the daily operations, or you can take charge of it yourself. It's up to you. It may not be as good as your personal brand, but at least you can make more money." Ryan didn't know how her personal brand was going now, so she spoke relatively cautiously.

"Actually... the profitability of my personal brand is not ideal." Ivanka looked at Ryan, hesitated for a moment, and decided to tell the truth.

"I remember it was about four years ago, my father saw Paris Hilton's personal perfume, and it suddenly occurred to him that he wanted me to try it, and that's how I came into being with my own personal brand," she said rather embarrassedly.

The main business is not very profitable, which is of course good news for Ryan.

"But I think the decoration of your nightclub is still a bit 'simple'. I don't think that's bad, but I think the decoration of nightclubs in New York should be more luxurious, with palace elements and golden feeling everywhere..." Ivanka has already begun to imagine what will happen after reaching a cooperation with Ryan.

"That's totally fine. I have no objection anyway. Don't forget to pay my share of the investment as well."

"Then you have to call me boss." Ivanka laughed.

The discussion between the two went very smoothly and two and a half hours had passed before they knew it.

"This time when we come back from Florida, shall we start right away?" Ryan reminded.

"Of course, we have to start right away. I'll call my dad tonight."

"Call your dad?"

"Yes, that's his building, so of course we have to get his consent." Ivanka said as a matter of course.

"Don't worry, he will definitely agree. Especially after he understands the profit-making method, he can't wait to start tomorrow." Ivanka added immediately, fearing that Ryan would be worried.

Since I still have to get past him in the end...

"Why don't we go find your father together? We have to talk about this face to face." Ryan thought of what Old Tang had said to him before, and felt that it would be better to talk face to face to avoid another "misunderstanding".

"That's fine, but he might not be in Florida," Ivanka thought.

"It's okay. At most I can go with you."

"Then I'll call my dad right now." Ivanka took out his cell phone. "Hi, daddy. I'm in Florida. Yeah, didn't I tell you before? You forgot again. Where are you? At the Mar-a-Lago Club? That's great. We can meet tomorrow. Is she there too?" Ivanka's mouth drooped visibly, and his tone changed, becoming naturally distant: "Nothing, I just want to talk to you, um, that's it."

"Okay, you and I can meet my father tomorrow." Ivanka threw the phone directly on the table.

"You don't look happy?"

"Nothing." Ivanka shook her head.

"Because of the woman around your father?" Ryan vaguely realized something. Old Don was married for the third time, and all three of his marriages were to models. Ivanka was born to Old Don and his first wife, and there was a lot of controversy when his parents divorced.

Ivanka acquiesced, then continued slowly, "My brother didn't speak a word to my dad throughout his adolescence because of his parents' divorce. The feeling of a broken family is too painful."

"My dad is a playboy, and this is the biggest mistake of his life. Being loyal is the most basic requirement for a man. You've done a good job by not messing around with a woman like Paris." Ivanka looked at Ryan.

Ryan didn't know whether he should respond or not.

"I can't chase her away anyway, so let's just come in and leave quickly tomorrow and leave after we're done talking." Ivanka thought about it and made up her mind.

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The next morning, Ryan's car arrived downstairs of the hotel where Ivanka was staying.

Ivanka changed into casual clothes and got into Ryan's nanny car.

When we parted yesterday, she seemed to be in a bad mood, but she is much better today.

She said she went to the gym early in the morning, then took a hot shower and changed clothes before going downstairs.

The journey passed smoothly and the two arrived at Mar-a-Lago Club. This was Ryan's second time entering Mar-a-Lago Club. After getting off the car, the staff there took the initiative to greet Ivanka when they saw her. She was truly a young lady here.

"Hello! Ivanka." A fox-faced woman raised her hand to greet Ivanka when she saw him. There were several servants around her, and one of the maids was holding a child in her arms, who looked about two or three years old.

Ivanka simply nodded and quickly left with Ryan without communicating with the woman at all.

The woman took a closer look at Ryan and felt that he looked very familiar.

Ivanka and Ryan soon found her father, who was playing golf at the time.

"Hey, look who's here!" Old Tang handed the golf club to the caddy beside him, opened his arms, and the father and daughter hugged each other. Old Tang patted his daughter on the back a few times.

Then Old Tang saw Ryan beside his daughter, and his face suddenly darkened. It seemed that because his daughter was around, he did not get angry immediately.

"This is Ryan, you know him, right?" Ivanka introduced him to her father.

"Of course, I know him. He is Taylor Swift's fiancé. Now he should be called Taylor Rivers." Old Tang said lightly.

Then he raised his hand and called the club security personnel standing next to him, and ordered in front of Ryan: "Please invite Ryan to the reception area outside. This is the private territory of the club members. Non-members are not allowed to enter."

"Dad, he is my partner. He and I came to you to discuss something. Why are you chasing him away?" Ivanka was suddenly unhappy.

"I know, but rules are rules, and I have to be responsible to other members." Old Tang said with a smile.

"Then let's go to the reception area and talk," Ivanka said immediately. She didn't understand why her father was hostile to Ryan.

"Let Ryan go first. I want to talk to you." Old Tang asked his daughter to stay with him first.

On the other side, several security guards had already blocked Ryan.

"I can leave by myself. Now that I'm here, I have to abide by the rules here, right?" Ryan said to Old Tang without being impatient.

Old Tang nodded and waited for Ryan to leave on his own initiative.

"But I'm not the only one who doesn't follow the rules here." Ryan turned around and looked at the woman who was walking not far away.

"That's my wife. I'm the owner of the club and my family enjoys special privileges." Old Tang chuckled.

"Then I am your family too, so it is reasonable for me to bring a friend in. It's not like you haven't brought other women in before," Ivanka retorted immediately.

Old Tang was a little anxious: "I set the rules here. I don't welcome him now. It's that simple. Take him away!"

"Why? I finally found a reliable person, why do you want to ruin my career?" Ivanka said angrily.

"Forget it, let's stop talking, Ryan, let's go." Seeing that his father didn't respond, Ivanka turned around and was about to leave.

"What on earth do you want to do with him here?" Old Tang felt helpless as he couldn't do anything with his own daughter.

Ivanka seemed to have known that his father would give in, and turned around with a smile.

"Ryan and I are going to work together to open a branch of Bad Room in your building on Fifth Avenue."

"So that's why. Of course your father supports you in starting a business, but this is a nightclub, with all kinds of people coming in. What if someone gets killed? What if someone brings contraband? Have you considered the consequences?" Old Tang asked several questions in a row.

Unexpectedly, my daughter came prepared this time: "Ryan has already solved all the problems you mentioned. The bad room is different from other nightclubs."

"That won't work either. There are security checks at the airport. Aren't there still people who bring weapons and contraband onto the plane? There's no room for negotiation on this matter. Even if we cooperate, it will be Ryan and I. As a woman, you'd better stay away from such things." Old Tang completely extinguished the flames of anger in Ivanka's heart.

This time Ivanka really didn't know what to say, and looked at Ryan for help.

But Ryan also took a step forward and looked at her father: "It would be better to cooperate directly with you. In addition to the New York branch plan of Bad Room, I actually have another plan, a larger plan. This matter can only be discussed with you."

"What plan?" Old Tang waved his hand, and the caddy next to him immediately opened the seat of the golf cart, revealing a separate small refrigerator inside.

"Give me a bottle of Coke, give my daughter a bottle of sugar-free lemonade, and as for Ryan, give him a bottle of Sprite. I hate Sprite, and someone has to use up the stock." Old Tang said deliberately.

Ryan didn't mind and took the Sprite and took a sip.

"I think you two must have heard the story of McDonald's." Ryan said suddenly.

"What do you mean?" Old Tang was a little confused.

"I want to create a McDonald's version of a nightclub brand that will be open to everyone. It will no longer be a large nightclub like the Bad Room, but small and medium-sized ones, located in busy business districts and city centers." Ryan proposed a new idea.

If you want to speed up expansion, franchising is definitely more convenient than direct operation.

"As for the profit model, we can refer to McDonald's. The core point is rental income. Besides, property prices in various states are falling now. This is a rare opportunity. Since it involves commercial real estate, cooperating with a real estate company is undoubtedly the fastest way."

"Of course, I only have a general idea now. There are still many things that need to be resolved, including the supply chain, decoration, a series of standardized music facilities, etc., but the brand name has been chosen." Ryan looked at the Sprite in his hand.

“It’s called Spirit Club, but the theme color has to be different from Sprite. Green can’t be used anymore.”

"It sounds like a Sprite-themed store, or a mental hospital," Old Tang said unhappily.

"I think it's not bad." Ivanka thought that this idea Ryan came up with on the spur of the moment combined the two advantages of Ryan and her own family business.

"Of course, the prerequisite is that you have to be willing to cooperate, otherwise I can only look for other companies." Ryan said.

There are many real estate companies, but there is only one Ryan.

"Dad, you won't give this opportunity to others? Right!" Ivanka immediately looked at his father.

Old Tang fell into deep thought. Ryan's idea seemed to make sense at first glance, but the problem was that this kid had bad intentions!
"My daughter must not get involved." Old Tang said immediately.

"Why!?" Ivanka cried.

"Who you send out to take charge is your internal matter." Ryan said, implying that this matter had nothing to do with him.

"In that case, we can have a good chat!" Old Tang grinned.

(End of this chapter)