American Entertainment: Taylor Swift wrote a song for the beginning

Chapter 243 Another Day of Missing Lao Xi

"I said I'd keep this moment in mind.

We stood there waving our hands
The crowd in the audience was almost frenzied

……

We are kings and queens because we rule our own world

You hold your head high with pride, like a hero recorded in history

……

Hooray! Let us go through the difficulties and dangers side by side like warriors

I am willing to spend my whole life fighting against evil with you
The glory of this kingdom will shine for us
You see I am shouting Long live! We are creating a miracle! "

Ryan looked at the lyrics written casually on the paper and found it hard to believe that these were written by a girl who had previously written love songs such as "Love Story" and "Superman".

Compared to the previous songs that were always about girlish feelings, this song can be said to be about women being as good as men. It has a unique epic flavor, but also has some feminine softness, which is always very unique.

"But the previous song 'Mean' did not achieve the expected good results. Liz advised me to stick to the original creative direction." Taylor shook his head and laughed.

"That's because the competition is more intense now than ever before," Ryan comforted.

"Never mind, there's nothing wrong with differentiation. Those old stubborn guys who want to cling to their own things will sooner or later be left behind by the times." Taylor shook his head, referring to the guys at the Academy of Country Music.

From what she said, she has decided to make this "manifesto" as the next title song.

"That's decisive." Ryan nodded.

"Okay, time to go to bed. I'll think about the rest tomorrow." Taylor closed his notebook for the time being.

"Do you need to sleep with your 'inspiration notebook'?"

"You are my real inspiration notebook. I have to hold you in my arms as I sleep." Taylor giggled and climbed back into bed. The two of them slept in each other's arms all night.

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The next day, when Ryan went downstairs to the living room, he saw Taylor pacing back and forth holding a phone, obviously busy with what happened last night. As for her Abigail, she sat on the sofa, watching Taylor pacing back and forth.

"Great, that's settled then." Taylor hung up the phone, looking excited.

Seeing Ryan coming down, she turned around and picked up a piece of paper with the names of several country artists on it, most of whom Ryan didn't know. In addition to the names, there was also some contact information.

"I have spoken to quite a few people in the college on the phone, and they are very willing to cooperate," Taylor said with a smile.

Ryan nodded. He only needed to give the list to Theresa and she would take care of the rest.

"By the way, I have to go to Nashville this afternoon," Taylor turned to Ryan.

"You're leaving so soon?" Abigail said.

"Plans can't keep up with changes." Taylor shook his head.

This time she never mentioned taking Abigail with her, and hurriedly prepared to go out after lunch.

"It's okay if you want to stay a few more days." Taylor looked at his friend.

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After Taylor left, Abigail looked at Ryan and couldn't help laughing: "She left in such a hurry this time."

Ryan looked at her: "I'll send someone to take you back."

Abigail said "Oh", then whispered: "I can actually stay a few more days."

"You still have to go back to class." Ryan shrugged and followed Taylor out the door.

After a while, a security guard from outside entered the house and said he would take Abigail to the airport.

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"Yo, Ryan, how are you doing?" When Ryan returned to the office, he received an unexpected call. The voice on the other end of the phone was rhythmic and it was obvious that it was a black person.

"Not bad. How did you know my phone number?" Ryan couldn't help but ask.

"I got it from Arthur, Ryan. Why didn't you contact me for such an important occasion as the Summer Carnival? We didn't have any hatred before, right?"

"Of course, I'd love for you to come over." Ryan laughed immediately.

The person who called was Kanye West. In Ryan's eyes, he was a male artist with an unpredictable style. He spoke quickly, but his words often caused trouble.

He got rich by selling shoes and also offended squids. After several years, he can only attract attention by cultivating exhibitionism. Maybe he just likes it, or maybe... it's just the master's task, such as the Grammy Awards in 2025.

"But you know, I may not have much budget right now."

"That's not a problem at all." Kanye said happily on the other end of the phone.

"Anyway, for such an important occasion, don't you think it would be a little less interesting without me? I am a pioneer in electronic music." Kanye said with some arrogance.

"Of course! No one says it's not true." Ryan nodded. Strictly speaking, he was indeed a pioneer. His collaboration with Daft Punk made many people aware of electronic music.

"Also, you can't forget Virgil. He has been doing a good job in the New Orleans branch, and he is also an excellent designer. Let me tell you in secret, I have asked him to design the cover of the album that Jay-Z and I are working on." Kanye added.

Kanye West and Jay-Z collaborating? In the rap world, this is considered a top lineup.

As for Virgil mentioned by Kanye, Ryan thought for a long time before he recalled that he had met Kanye and a few of his friends in Paris. The DJ Virgil was very enthusiastic, and the New Orleans branch happened to be short of a DJ at that time. In a blink of an eye, he had been working in New Orleans for a while. However, Ryan did not ask much about the performance lineup outside.

"No problem, he can join during the lunch time slot." Ryan wouldn't be too fussy about such trivial matters.

"I'm kind of looking forward to the grand occasion then." Kanye smiled.

I just hung up the phone with Kanye and another call came in.

"Ryan, what are your plans for the design? Are you going to continue looking for an outsourcing company or..." Ivanka on the other end of the phone sounded a little anxious.

Now all other aspects of the "Spirit Club" are going smoothly, but the design plan has not been resolved. Ryan previously rejected the idea of cooperating with that design company because their quote was too expensive.

"I'm thinking of a solution... By the way, I happen to have a designer candidate, maybe he can help." Ryan suddenly had an idea and thought of Virgil, whom Kanye mentioned on the phone just now.

Ryan naturally had no idea what Virgil was like in terms of design, but he believed in Kanye's vision.

This guy must be quite talented to be valued by Kanye West, who has a keen sense of fashion.

"Who? Has anyone done related design?" Ivanka followed.

"Probably." Ryan murmured.

"That means no." Ivanka responded immediately.

"Maybe. I think we can let him try. I'll ask him to come over as soon as possible." Ryan followed.

"That's decided then. Anyway, it has to be done as soon as possible. This is your company. How can you..." Ivanka suddenly found herself more anxious than Ryan.

"It's my company, but you're also in charge."

"That's true. Anyway, thank you for trusting me. If my father were the one making the decision... he would probably think I'm not qualified." Ivanka said slowly.

"You don't seem to know nothing as your father said. Aren't you running the company now?" Ryan offered his comfort.

"Um... I have to admit that my previous thinking was a little off course, but luckily you gave me a hand." Ivanka said calmly, feeling warm in her heart at being comforted by Ryan.

"In addition, my father assigned some staff here, who are mainly responsible for connecting with properties in various places." Ivanka added.

Ryan wouldn't care about such a small matter. The two parties finally agreed that Ryan would come to the company as soon as the designer arrived.

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"At this time, you are still planning to look for a designer? Isn't this a waste of time? There is only one feasible solution now, and that is to use the design department of our company." Ivanka just put down the phone and heard the man sitting on the sofa not far away muttering. The man had short hair, wore a custom suit made of expensive fabrics, dressed meticulously, and had a fair complexion. He was Jared Kushner, who had launched a series of offensives against Ivanka before. He is now in touch with Ivanka's father, and the staff assigned by Ivanka's father are actually mostly employees of Kushner Group.

Even the properties of the "Spirit Club" are mostly managed by the Kushner Group, which is deeply tied to the business of the Spirit Club.

When Kushner heard that Ivanka and Ryan were going to start a company together, he became extremely anxious. Old Tang seized this weakness and used the Kushner Group to help him quickly search for properties across the United States, killing two birds with one stone.

"This is Ryan's company after all, and he has the final say on how to arrange things." Ivanka stood up and prepared to go off work.

"Ivanka, I've booked a table at a high-end restaurant in Miami. This time, we're going to order your favorite dishes, low-fat and high-protein." Jared stood up as well. He had only been here for a few days, and he wished he could spend the entire day in Ivanka's office.

"I'm tired." Ivanka shook her head.

"Then I'll take you home, the car is ready." Jared immediately changed his words.

Ivanka seemed a little helpless and chose to speak her mind at this time: "Jared, I am currently focusing on my career. I don't have any plans for life. Besides, I also have a driver."

The good guy card has been issued.

"I know and I understand that you want to realize your own value. I just don't want you to be too tired. There's nothing wrong in relaxing occasionally. You are not a machine. Besides, I didn't have the chance before, but this time I can help you. I swear." Jared put his hand on his chest.

I have to say that Jared was really persistent and relentless in his pursuit, so much so that Ivanka was often helpless against him.

"Then you have to promise to do business impartially. You are not here because of me." Ivanka had no choice but to say this.

"Of course, I will do my job." Jared nodded.

After saying goodbye to Ivanka downstairs, Jared closed the car door himself and watched Ivanka's car drive away. The smile on Jared's face suddenly disappeared.

If Ryan hadn't suddenly appeared, I would have succeeded long ago, right?
What a troublesome guy.

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"Welcome, Virgil." Ryan stood up and shook hands with the flat-headed black man who came into the office. The person who came was Virgil.

"I heard from Di Pineapple that you do have some talent in DJing." Ryan said, he had already asked Di Pineapple about it before.

"It's my honor. How many days will I stay in Orlando this time?" Virgil asked expectantly.

He had just received a call saying that Ryan hoped that he could perform in Orlando. Although they were all bad rooms, Orlando was the most forward-looking in terms of performance lineup. Only after being recognized here would he perform in the other two stores.

"I haven't decided yet. Maybe you'll have to stay here forever." Ryan changed the subject.

"You mean, you want me to stay here in Orlando permanently?" Virgil's face lit up, his mouth wide open, revealing a row of white teeth.

"That's not entirely true." Ryan shook his head: "I heard you have some talent in design?"

"This is my job. I'm currently a fashion designer," Virgil explained.

"Any works?"

Under Virgil's guidance, Ryan opened several web pages, which were all filled with the products Virgil was selling. He would buy some white T-shirts from Balenciaga, and then use a similar method to block printing to print some characters on the T-shirts. With just this one process, he could triple or quadruple the selling price. He could now make a lot of money in a month by doing this.

“Have you ever tried interior design?”

“I studied interior design during my undergraduate studies, and my master’s degree is in architecture.” Virgil nodded.

I didn't expect that he was a professional.

"You want to renovate the decoration of the bad room?" Virgil heard it.

"Not only that, I actually have a special project of my own, and I just happen to be lacking design talent." Ryan asked Virgil to sit down and talked specifically about the planning of the Spirit Club.

"I'm afraid I can't handle this. I have no experience in leading the design of an entire project. Besides, this is a national franchise brand with very high requirements." Virgil looked a little frightened, afraid that he would mess up Ryan's big project.

For a franchise brand, the first impression is highly related to vision and can be said to determine life or death.

"Don't rush to refuse. You won't know the details until you try it." Ryan was full of confidence in him.

The next morning, Ryan brought Virgil to the Spirit Club's office in Fort Lauderdale.

It was Ryan’s first time here, and as soon as he came in, he was naturally warmly welcomed by all the employees. After all, he was the “big boss” behind the scenes.

Today, Ivanka wore a beige suit and a pearl necklace. She was as tall as Taylor and had a charming figure. Her ponytail showed her competence and was very eye-catching. When she stood there, the office was elevated to a higher level. It is said that big companies always have to use beautiful front desk staff to decorate their facade.

As for the man standing shoulder to shoulder with her, it was a little beyond Ryan's expectations. He didn't expect to meet this Ivanka's dog-skin plaster here.

Ryan looked at the employees again and found that some of them were obviously more enthusiastic about Kushner, most of them were his subordinates.

Considering what Ivanka said to him last night, Ryan immediately realized that it was Don who was behind this. He was afraid that his cabbage would be taken away, so he specially asked Kushner to keep an eye on Ryan.

While secretly cursing Old Tang, the old fox, Ryan shook hands with Kushner with a smile on his face.

"I have to say thank you. I didn't expect you to be so busy for the Spirit Club." Ryan said with a smile.

"Well, Ivanka took the initiative to ask me to come here, I can't refuse, I will take good care of her." Kushner praised himself.

"Then I have to congratulate you two." Ryan looked at Ivanka.

"Can you two stop making fun of me?" Ivanka was a little speechless: "I didn't ask Kushner for help, he came here on his own initiative."

"To be precise, it was your father who asked me for help." Kushner was exposed in front of his face, but he answered calmly.

Then he saw Virgil following behind Ryan. Today, Virgil was wearing a baseball cap and carrying a backpack, looking very ordinary.

Kushner looked into the distance twice, then said to Ryan, "Ryan, didn't you say you would bring a designer with you? Where is he?"

Then he deliberately looked at Virgil again, showing that he suddenly understood: "Sorry, I thought he was your security guard, a black designer? Are you sure? Is the Spirit Club going to go the street art route? Are you going to spray graffiti all over the outside?"

"What's wrong with black people? That's right, how can a black person compare to the noble squid? You mean, German? Did your ancestors participate in World War II?" Ryan looked at Ivanka.

Iwanka is of German descent, and if you trace back further, she has some connection with the founding family of Kraft Foods.

"This..." Ivanka didn't dare to respond and immediately checked the expression of Kushner beside her.

Coincidentally, the Kushner family can be traced back to refugees from World War II.

It's another day of missing Lao Xi.

Even Jared, who had seen big scenes before, looked a little ugly at this moment, his face turning pale and blue: "I will remember what you just said and pass it on to other compatriots, you racist."

"No, no, no, I'm just prejudiced against you. Why are you still like a child, always thinking about telling tales?" Ryan shook his head, comparing Jared to a child who had not grown up.

On the other side, the employees who had stood up to greet Ryan couldn't help but giggle a little.

Jared didn't argue any further: "It's your company anyway, it doesn't matter whose design you use, as long as you're not afraid of violent death."

Putting aside the grudges, Ivanka was a little worried about the young man Ryan brought.

"Can he do it? If there is no other way, Jared recommended the design department of his own company to me." Ivanka thought for a while and said.

"How could Ryan, who is so 'magnanimous', hire my men? Ivanka, save yourself the trouble." Jared shook his head, obviously mocking Ryan.

"I don't care about that. As for whether Virgil can do it, we'll know after we give it a try." Ryan said lightly. Jared made a surprise attack, and if Virgil didn't do enough, he would lose face.

"It just so happens that the design director of my company also has his own ideas about the spirit club. Ivanka, shall we go to the conference room with Ryan to see the results?" Jared was very confident in his subordinates.

"Then let's go." Ivanka nodded. She was really afraid that the two of them would fight outside the office if they had a disagreement. She was not worried about Ryan, but Jared had skinny arms and legs, and it would be difficult to explain if anything happened to him.

(End of this chapter)