American Entertainment: Taylor Swift wrote a song for the beginning

Chapter 236: The Condemnation of DJ Magazine
As soon as a man and a woman entered the room, they hugged each other. The woman took off her shoes and then took the initiative to lift up the man's clothes.

"You're in a hurry." The man moved his mouth away and looked at the rosy-faced woman with interest.

"When was the last time?" the man asked again.

The woman bit her lip, not knowing how to respond.

"Three months? Or half a year ago?" The man made the woman turn her back to him and whispered in her ear.

Feeling the constant invasion, the woman blushed and gave the answer: "Almost a year."

"No wonder, how did you solve it during this period of time?" Ryan was not in a hurry.

"Don't ask." Anne Hathaway said shyly.

"Is it like this?"

Anne Hathaway snorted.

"answer me."

"I...solved it myself." Anne Hathaway said feeling extremely ashamed.

Oh my god, why did I tell him this? She couldn't help but wonder in her mind.

"Then do you need me?" Ryan asked again.

“…” Anne Hathaway didn’t know how to answer.

"Say it."

"Need..." Annie whispered.

"louder please."

"Yes, I need you. I need you to be like you did to Taylor!" Anne Hathaway's face was so red that it was almost bleeding.

"I don't understand, what exactly do you need?"

Anne Hathaway couldn't explain it either.

Ryan decided to quit while he was ahead and carried her to the sofa.

……

"Wait... this won't work... please let me go... it's too dangerous." Annie said intermittently, and then her voice changed tone.

Ryan no longer held her arms, and Anne Hathaway fell directly onto the table, and the ceramic teapot fell directly onto the soft carpet.

"So this is how Taylor lives every day." Anne Hathaway closed her eyes and whispered. She felt her heart pounding and dopamine was secreted rapidly. Every pore in her body was open. Dense beads of sweat oozed out of her snow-white back, which matched her skin as delicate as snow, as if a glacier had melted.

"Do you envy her?"

"I also want to find an athlete boyfriend." Annie whispered.

"It's too late to regret now." Ryan continued to kiss her.

"Well, I'll always be your little bitch." Annie smiled with her eyes closed.

"You've given me a deeper understanding of Hollywood."

"Yes, Hollywood actresses are all born of a bunch of bitches," Anne Hathaway admitted.

The two then slept for a while, and when Ryan woke up, he found Anne Hathaway clinging to him like an octopus.

"What time is your flight?" Anne Hathaway slowly opened her eyes and couldn't help asking.

"Tomorrow morning."

"Then you have a whole night to bully me." Anne Hathaway fumbled for her cell phone, called her assistant, and asked her to send some healer drugs.

The next morning, Ryan drove to the airport.

"Let's go." Ryan opened the car door and prepared to get out.

"When will you return to Los Angeles?" Anne Hathaway in the car couldn't help but ask.

Ryan turned around and looked at her: "Didn't we agree not to fall in love with each other? Now you're thinking about next time?"

"Your movie is about to start shooting, you have to come over, right? Besides, you have to act in it." Annie couldn't help but say.

"So when do you want me to come back?" Ryan asked again.

"It would be best if it were within this month...next week is also possible if you have time." Anne Hathaway's voice became lower and lower as she spoke.

Ryan kissed her cheek, said nothing, and got out of the car.

It would be bad if she really fell in love with me, Ryan thought.

·
The journey passed uneventfully, and when Ryan returned to the record company upstairs in the bad room, he found that many staff members were busy working.

"The new songs of Yinghao and Kevin Harris have already started to hit the charts, including your new song of course. Scott will also stay in the record company during this period of time." After Theresa learned that Ryan had returned, she immediately went into the office.

There was a mess to clean up at the "Spirit Club", and the serious record business also entered a busy promotion and marketing stage.

"Leave the publicity and promotion to Scott." Ryan nodded.

"Of course, but he has contacted some media organizations. You have had a lot of announcements recently, and some magazine media have been invited to visit the Bad Room. You have to be interviewed. This is the schedule for the next few days. This afternoon, the first media will rush to the Bad Room. It is "DJ" magazine. This time the other party has sent many staff members to prepare a multi-faceted special report on the Bad Room. The other party has confirmed that the Bad Room will be the cover of the next issue of DJ magazine." Theresa handed Ryan her notebook.

As the organization that selects the top 100 DJs, "DJ" magazine has a unique position in the electronic music circle. Since the other party has sent such a large lineup, Ryan naturally has to play the role of host.

"The highest-ranking person in the interview team this time is the deputy editor-in-chief, named Ames. I have already sent you his information via email. Also, I have to remind you that he is a queer person, so you can't refer to him, otherwise he will be unhappy." Teresa added.

"If not him, then should we use it? There are only two genders in the world. This is determined by nature, just like the earth is part of the solar system. It exists objectively and no one can change it." Ryan sneered.

"You are right, but we cannot deny that there are people in this world who uphold other values. Paula's advice is to respect these people."

"I respect this person, but does this person respect me?" Ryan sneered.

"In the eyes of these people, the respect you demand is itself a form of systemic discrimination." Teresa also seemed helpless.

"Then he is invincible." Ryan shook his head.

"In that case, I suggest that Sean be the one to interview you later. What do you think?" Theresa thought of a compromise in case Ryan really had a conflict with the other party.

"Let's decide this first." Ryan nodded.

I originally thought that the matter was over, but I didn't expect that my subordinates would come to report so soon.

"Boss, a staff member of DJ magazine was stopped outside." The subordinate reported.

Ryan stood up and walked to the window. Looking down from here, he could see a man with a beard, dressed like a woman, with blush, eye shadow and lipstick, arguing with Beric in a shrill voice, but he couldn't hear the specific content of the argument.

"Positive?"

"No, Beric thinks the man's attire is out of order."

"Tell Beric not to let go, no matter who the deputy editor is." Ryan reminded.

After a while, the "monster" took out his cell phone. After a while, Sean came to the gate and talked a lot to the man with an apologetic smile on his face.

Eventually the monster was stopped outside, but some of the interviewers were able to enter the nightclub.

Late at night, Theresa and Sean came to Ryan's office together.

"The in-depth interviews have ended. I sent someone to keep an eye on them. They were all routine interview contents, so there were no problems. All the new DJs were interviewed, with Ying Hao and Kevin Harris being the focus..." Sean reported.

Ryan nodded and did not let the deputy editor in chief in, thus avoiding some controversy.

"If there's nothing else, I'll leave first." Sean turned and left the office.

"Ryan, with the release of three new songs this time, plus the coverage in DJ magazine, Bad Room's popularity in the circle will definitely be raised to a higher level." Teresa was relieved at this time.

"It's good enough if these people don't cause more trouble." Ryan said.

At this time, Teresa walked around the desk and came to Ryan, just like in the past, and took the initiative to sit on Ryan.

"I didn't bring you with me to Los Angeles this time. Did you miss me?" Ryan grabbed her left hand and could see the ring on her ring finger.

"I don't dare to think too much. After all, it's Taylor who goes with you, and she needs you more than I do. So I will work hard and not let you worry." Theresa turned around and offered her lips.

"That's good, but I have other plans tonight, so I can't accompany you." Ryan gently lifted her cheek.

"Okay. I'll go arrange a vehicle." Although Theresa was a little reluctant, she still nodded.

·
"Why did you come to see me at this hour?" Ivanka yawned as she opened the door for Ryan. "The nightclub just closed." Ryan walked in and looked around Ivanka's current residence.

She moved from New York to Fort Lauderdale, an industrial city at the southern tip of Florida, where the Spirit Club's current offices are located.

The size of this place is surprisingly similar to Ryan and Taylor's love nest. Next to the living room is a huge glass sliding door, so you can enjoy the sea view while sitting in the living room.

The dining table in the restaurant was also filled with food, most of which was untouched.

"Have you eaten? If not, I'll ask the servants to get up and make some more for you." Ivanka said at this time. At this moment, she was wearing a black suspender nightgown with a low-cut V-neck design. The large area of ​​snow-white was illuminated by the moonlight.

This time Ryan went to Los Angeles and met many Hollywood female stars with top looks. If we only talk about figure, only Sofia Vergara can compete with Ivanka. In terms of face, Sofia is more sexy, while Ivanka is more dignified and elegant. It can be said that they each have their own characteristics.

Ryan calculated in his mind that with Ivanka's lavish spending style, her monthly living expenses alone were equivalent to an average family's income for one or even two years.

Only a rich man would dare to pursue her.

Ivanka then walked over, took out an A4-sized booklet from her handbag and handed it to Ryan.

"This is the design company's preliminary design, including the logo and exterior decoration renderings," Ivanka explained.

Ryan flipped through it and saw that the logo was a tilted font design, which looked very dynamic. The theme color was white, and the exterior decoration adopted a minimalist design with some geometric elements, giving it a futuristic sense of technology.

"The design is really good. How much does this company charge?" Ryan closed the booklet.

Ivanka raised her hand and made a 2.
"Forget it, your dad won't accept it." Ryan changed his way of saying it.

"So you plan to form your own design team?" Ivanka tried.

"Almost." Ryan nodded and commissioned the fan forum to introduce it, which he often did before.

"What about the other staff members?"

"We will also recruit openly. Your main job in the next few days will be interviewing." Ryan made new plans.

Ivanka nodded. At this moment, she was crossing her legs, and her slightly bulging calves showed the muscle lines. She had always had the habit of exercising.

"Any other plans?" Ivanka asked.

Ryan looked away and stood up.

"What time will it be when you get home? How about you sleep at my house tonight? There are several bedrooms. You can pick any of the others except the one I live in." Ivanka said with a smile.

"Forget it." Ryan shook his head: "If your dad knew I was living in your house, he would probably come to my house directly, right?"

Ivanka laughed and said, "He is like this, nervous every day, but I won't tell him."

"Next time." Ryan continued to walk out.

"By the way, where do you usually work out? Is there any private gym nearby that you can recommend?" Ivanka suddenly asked.

·
A few days later in the morning, Ryan and Ivanka were running along the sidewalk at the edge of the beach. Both were dressed in sportswear. Ivanka had her blonde hair tied into a ponytail and was wearing a black sports vest, black tight sports pants, and a pair of black running shoes.

Ryan was also dressed for sports, and their morning run had lasted for forty minutes.

Ivanka has been working out with Ryan these past few days. According to her, this not only makes it convenient for her to report work to Ryan, but also allows her to supervise Ryan's unshakable fitness methods. Her words imply that she is almost treating Ryan as a fitness coach.

At this time, Ivanka slowly stopped, put her hands on her waist, and took deep breaths. There were large blushes on her cheeks due to exercise.

"Almost." Ryan raised his hand to check the time, then started walking slowly.

"Ever since I started working out with you, I feel that my daily exercise volume has increased several times." Ivanka was supporting her knees with her hands. Even when she bent over, there was no excess fat. Her figure was perfect.

"Compared to me, you're doing weight training, so of course it's hard." Ryan joked at this time.

Ivanka blushed, but it wasn't obvious because she had just finished exercising.

"The recruitment went very smoothly, but in terms of design...the proposals given by other companies are still far different from before." Ivanka stood up and followed Ryan.

Then the two separated, Ryan returned to the bad room, and Ivanka went to the office.

As soon as he arrived at the office, Ryan saw the latest issue of "DJ" magazine on his desk.

The background of the cover seemed to have been taken during the performance that day. It was the backs of several dancers next to the DJ booth. In addition, there were portraits of several young DJs. Ryan was also on the cover, but the editorial department deliberately chose a photo in which half of his face was in shadow, making him look like a boss behind the scenes.

The main title reads "A behind-the-scenes boss, a distinctive DJ, an enemy of electronic music?"

Although there is a question mark at the end, it looks like a manifesto no matter how you look at it.

Ryan turned to the interview page, which began with "In just one year, this young American went from being unknown to becoming the hottest name in the electronic music world, with a series of distinctive songs, repeated commercial operations, and nightclubs. Is he a businessman? An artist? A singer? There are too many labels on him. We went to the Bad Room nightclub in Florida with doubts, but the truth was shocking..."

In the first paragraph, the young DJs recruited by Ryan are mentioned, and the contracts they signed with Ryan are deliberately highlighted in bold font.

"The young DJs interviewed said they had signed long-term record contracts with Bedroom Records. They were arranged to perform as DJs almost every day, including in branches in other cities. We noticed that Ryan is currently considering launching a national nightclub chain. These young people are very worried that their future lives will be filled with countless performances, but according to the contract, they have to do so and cannot cooperate with any external nightclubs. Their entire DJ career is trapped in the cage called Bad Room. We consulted relevant lawyers, and they said that such behavior may involve unfair competition."

The contract doesn't require them to work overtime!

Ryan smelled the flavor of Spring and Autumn style of writing.

And this is just the first part of this in-depth interview.

The second part mentions the dancers performing in nightclubs, and the accompanying pictures deliberately highlight their sexy costumes.

"Some interviewees said that they were often harassed by guests. As for their relationship with Ryan, they chose to remain silent. Obviously, these girls had concerns. Some staff members said that Ryan would regularly invite some female dancers from outside, most of whom were cheerleaders. Ryan often had intimate actions with these girls backstage. After the performance, Ryan would hold private parties with these girls, and Ryan was the only man at the whole party. Ryan used young girls as a tool to attract attention. We interviewed the heads of some women's rights organizations in the UK, and they believed that Ryan was using his influence to continuously exploit them..."

If the first part implicitly suggests that "Bedroom" Records is a sweatshop, the second part simply drops the gambit and starts bashing Ryan.

If the first two parts were just throwing mud at Ryan, the third part made Ryan an enemy of the entire electronic music industry.

"It is worth mentioning that the deputy editor-in-chief of the editorial department came to the Bad Room for this interview, but was unable to enter. The guard of the Bad Room said, 'This outfit is disgusting!' The entire Bad Room has been turned into a paradise for male supremacy. We heard many offensive words against women in the nightclub. There are all kinds of discrimination here. Many years ago, electronic music and clubs were regarded as safe havens where people could reveal their differences from others. This is the origin of electronic music. But now, such open and free values are constantly under attack."

"As the guard at the door of the Bad Room said: This is Ryan's arrangement, this is his nightclub, and his demands are the law here. No one knows what Ryan's next 'law' will be, but what we can be sure of is that his 'laws' will not stop. We really hope to interview Ryan, but unfortunately, Ryan has not been able to show up from beginning to end."

Ryan had just put down the magazine when Sean came in hurriedly.

"Ryan... these bastards! They were smiling at the time, but I didn't expect them to stab me in the back!" Sean cursed.

"I'll call the other party now." He pretended to take out his cell phone.

"The report has already been released. Looking for the DJ magazine now will do nothing except leave a negative impression on bystanders." Ryan shook his head and stopped Sean's action.

At this time, Teresa also arrived. She had just read the report and asked: "Should we contact Paula and draft a new statement to refute the views of this report?"

"These reports are full of speculation and innuendo. The other party wrote them very carefully and the grammar is very sophisticated, leaving no clues." Ryan shook his head.

What worked before doesn't work now.

"Are we not going to do anything?" Teresa couldn't help but ask.

"Let's take a look at the latest issue of Billboard released today." Ryan said after thinking for a moment.

"The results won't be received until this afternoon," Teresa continued.

Ryan opened his computer at this time and found that many people had posted comments on social media.

[Ryan's collapse has been foreshadowed for a long time. It's time for the public to know his true face. He is not a talented musician, but a devil who sucks the marrow out of people.]

[Maybe Ryan will make a new 'law' to delete all negative comments on the Internet. ]

[Does Taylor know what Ryan has done? Poor Taylor has been kept in the dark.]

[There was such a serious tragedy at the Ultra Music Festival before, and all the staff were recruited by Ryan. This is very unusual. I think we should continue to investigate. ]

[I want to say to the young DJs under Ryan that the nightclubs on Ibiza will always be open to them and will provide them with legal assistance.] The person who posted this is Darren Hughes, the owner of a nightclub on Ibiza.

Most of these people who openly take advantage of others' misfortunes are Europeans.

"Have they all jumped out?" Ryan sneered. He still remembered clearly how these nightclubs had banded together and used their influence to get other DJs to boycott bad rooms.

"DJ" magazine was the first shot fired.

It seems like a siege by European nightclubs against bad rooms, but it can also be seen as a dispute between Europe and the United States over the right to speak on electronic music.

That afternoon, Ryan received the latest results of Billboard. His three new songs with Hard Good and Kevin Harris ranked in the top three of the Billboard Dance Music Chart, dominating the top three spots.

Seeing this result, Ryan was not so worried anymore.

He called Theresa in.

"Are you going to make a statement?"

"No, I said, no need, I want to expose all the things that these European nightclubs have done to the bad rooms before! Also, all the announcements in recent days will be brought forward!"

(End of this chapter)