American Entertainment: Taylor Swift wrote a song for the beginning

Chapter 248 PR Meeting, Instant Messaging Software
On a sunny afternoon, on a quiet beach near Palm Beach, Ryan sat on a lounge chair under a parasol with his hands under the back of his head, looking at the coastline in the distance.

In the reflection of Ryan's sunglasses, you can see a figure slowly walking ashore from the ocean. Her fair skin looks holy under the direct sunlight. She is wearing a blue bikini swimsuit dotted with colorful embellishments, like a mermaid in a fantasy movie who has just left the ocean and stepped into the human world.

Taylor walked barefoot on the beach and walked quickly towards Ryan. When she came to Ryan, she took off her goggles and swimming cap, and untied her hairband and hairpins. Then she shook her head, and the blonde hair that was originally tied on her head was spread out.

Instead of moving to the empty recliner next to her, she lay directly in Ryan's arms.

Taylor was wet all over, so Ryan picked up a bath towel and wiped her whole body clean, not leaving out any corner of her body. Ryan pinched and touched her through the towel.

"You're so bad." Taylor chuckled. As an old couple, they naturally didn't have to be so particular.

She picked up the coconut with a straw on the small table beside her and started drinking it.

"We tried several times before and failed. Let's go surfing together later." Taylor looked at the surfboard standing upright in the beach.

Ryan nodded. He came ashore a little earlier than Taylor.

Taylor rested his head on Ryan's chest and took a short break.

"You were right yesterday. Now I should focus on the Country Music Association. But there is no need to fall out with the Academy of Country Music this year because many people in the academy are also connected to the Recording Academy, and they are all Grammy judges." Taylor thought.

Whether it is ACM or CMA, these are just awards in the field of country music. No matter in terms of value or influence, they cannot be compared with similar awards, not to mention the Grammy, the most important award in the record industry.

Ryan thought about it roughly and currently the direct competitors of Taylor's "Fearless" are confirmed to include "I Am Sasha Fierce", "END" by the Black Eyed Peas and "The Fame" by Lady Gaga. These three albums can be said to be classics. If they were released in a small year, they would have a chance to win the album of the year, but this year they are all squeezed together.

And including Beyoncé, none of the above has yet won the award.

"I don't have high hopes for Album of the Year. My goal is to keep a few awards in the country music category," Taylor said after thinking for a while.

"I'll contact Louise in advance. She knows a lot of members. I'll ask the electronic music professionals in the United States to fully support you." Ryan said. He has nothing to do with the Grammy Awards next year. He will concentrate all resources and give them all to Taylor.

It's not difficult to implement it. Just hold some "electronic music seminars" and invite these guys to a scenic tourist spot, arrange all the fun and food, and by the way, let Mary send some women to serve them and do public relations for Taylor. There is still more than half a year before the Grammys, so there is plenty of time.

"Then we have to start preparing as soon as possible." Taylor nodded.

When Ryan talked about his plan, Taylor smiled and even fantasized: "In the future, we will take turns to be the banker."

Ryan smiled. This was obviously unlikely. He didn't have that much energy now. Public relations was just a bonus. He still had to rely on good works.

"Let's not talk about this anymore. We came here to relax today." Taylor continued. She twisted her body to face Ryan, twisting her waist intentionally or unintentionally and rubbing against Ryan.

Obviously wanted.

"I haven't seen you for a week." Taylor looked around and made sure that there was no one within a few hundred meters. There were bodyguards standing in the distance behind the chair, but the back of the chair just served as a cover. In short, no one would see what he did here.

After being nurtured by Ryan for such a long time, Taylor is now more and more relaxed in front of Ryan. She now readily accepts some things that she used to resist, and will even take the initiative to ask for some things, such as the current field battle application. The reason is that her threshold is getting higher and higher.

Since his wife had already sent him a match invitation, Ryan certainly wouldn't refuse. Taylor bowed his head without saying a word, his head shaking.

Seeing that the time was almost right, Ryan raised his hand and skillfully untied the knots of Taylor's panties on both sides of his hips.

"Husband~~"

As his body slowly sank, Taylor let out a sweet cry.

Ryan didn't need to move at all, Taylor was now fully automated.

After a while, Taylor was suddenly frightened and shrank into Ryan's arms: "Someone is coming!" she whispered.

Ryan looked back and saw a middle-aged woman in a swimsuit bringing three children, about seven or eight years old, to the beach. They seemed to be residents living nearby.

Ryan simply picked up the towel he had just used to wipe Taylor and wrapped it around her waist.

Taylor glanced at the middle-aged woman, then looked at Ryan: "Do you want to continue?"

There was a hint of nervousness in his voice, yet also some anticipation, and it was clear that he had already made his choice.

Then, Taylor's movements were not large, but the hem of the towel swayed rhythmically.

The middle-aged woman only took a glance from a distance, her face immediately flushed, and she pulled the child away to hide, but she turned her head from time to time to look at Ryan and Taylor.

Young people nowadays are becoming more and more shameless. She criticized them in her heart, but her eyes were always fixed on Ryan's well-developed chest muscles.

"That woman has been watching us." On the other side, Ryan smiled and whispered to Taylor.

After resting for a while, Taylor gradually came back to his senses.

Ryan put one arm around her waist and ran the other hand through her golden hair, touching the back of her head.

"Want to continue?" Ryan asked in her ear.

"You are so bad." Taylor opened his eyes and teased.

"Do you want to or don't want to?"

"Don't ask." Taylor said awkwardly.

"That means I don't want to."

Taylor shook his head.

"So what do you mean?" Ryan flirted deliberately.

Taylor opened his mouth and mouthed the word "yes".

"can not hear."

"Yes, I do!" Taylor pinched Ryan's arm.

Taylor and Ryan then sunbathed for a while, went surfing together, and played on the beach until the evening before going home for dinner.

The servants had already prepared a sumptuous meal, and Ryan cooked several of the main dishes himself. He would only eat these when Taylor was at home.

The main dishes tonight are completely Chinese style.

Looking at the steaming dish, Taylor struggled to pick out some fish meat with a fork and put it into his mouth.

"How was this made? It's so tender." Taylor said with great surprise.

"It's steamed," Ryan explained. "I see." Taylor suddenly realized and felt it was magical.

"Unique food culture." She couldn't help but say.

At this moment, Ryan's cell phone suddenly rang. Ryan picked it up and looked at it, but didn't answer it at all and put the phone back.

"Who called you?" Taylor mumbled after taking another bite of fish.

"When it comes to running a company, eat first, then try this."

After a while, the phone rang again.

"You'd better answer it first. It must be something urgent." Taylor said with some concern.

Ryan picked up the phone: "What's up?"

"Did I disturb you?" Ivanka couldn't help but ask on the other end of the phone.

"I'm having dinner with Taylor, what's going on?" Ryan asked.

"It's nothing. A supplier came over today. He's the supplier of Huaxia LED screens. He said he wanted to meet you. I didn't know what your plans were for the next two days, so I called to ask." Ivanka explained patiently.

"You can ask me about this during work hours tomorrow," Ryan said coldly.

"Sorry~"

"Tomorrow afternoon... at four o'clock." Ryan gave the exact time.

"Okay." Ivanka laughed dryly and hung up the phone.

Ryan put down the phone and shook his head: "A rich girl who has been spoiled since childhood just doesn't know how to consider others." Then he told Taylor the purpose of the other party's call.

"How's she doing at work?" Taylor hadn't forgotten the woman.

"It's so-so, still useful. You know, her father is involved in the spiritual club project and sent his daughter here specially to let her exercise. I don't know how to refuse." Ryan laughed.

"That's understandable, but she's so beautiful...it makes the work much easier." Taylor nodded.

"I have to admit that. Putting aside her work ability, Ivanka's face alone can increase the success rate of negotiations with franchisees," said Ryan.

"Let's not talk about her anymore. I have to go to the operations company tomorrow afternoon to meet with the LED supplier."

"Is it that Chinese company? Since the product quality is pretty good, I think we should try to invest in it. What do you think?" Taylor asked. She also had an impression of this manufacturer. It was they who installed the big screen for her tour.

"If it's just a pure investment, there's no problem." Ryan was relieved. Every spirit club will install a screen and the supply is huge.

"In addition to traditional industries, the Internet industry is also a hot spot, so my dad tried to get me to pay attention to the news in this area," Taylor continued.

"That kind of investment is too big, and the waters are complicated and difficult to control." Ryan said very cautiously.

"But having said that, the technical department will soon launch a program that runs on mobile phones. They say it's written in Java, which will allow fan forums to be accessed on mobile phones. It will also have private and group chat functions, just like a communication software." Ryan went on to talk about another thing. Fans had long requested for this feature to be launched, and the money Sharon gave him was used to develop this software. The testing has been completed and it will be launched soon.

"Sounds like WhatsApp?" Taylor thought.

Seeing that Ryan only had a vague idea, Taylor explained that it was just a chat tool on the phone... the American version of WeChat.

After dinner, Taylor accompanied Ryan to work out. A room was converted into Ryan's exclusive gym, which was equipped with many fitness equipment. Taylor didn't have much of a fitness habit, but Ryan still pulled him onto the treadmill. However, he got off after a while, looking out of breath, which was quite different from Ivanka.

She then sat on Ryan's back and let Ryan carry her to do push-ups.

"82, 83, 84!" Taylor crossed her legs and started counting. After Ryan stopped, she handed him a towel and sports drink as she did before.

·
The next day at noon, Ryan and Taylor appeared in the bad room together.

Taylor stood at the window of his office, looking at the busy construction workers not far downstairs. The ground had just been excavated when he came last time, but now a brand new winding road has been paved, and the commercial buildings along both sides of the road have also taken shape.

"There will be a large swimming pool there, which will serve as a day club. There will be shops all around it. The tallest building will be a couples hotel. It is initially estimated to have more than 300 to 400 rooms, and it can be expanded in the future. Except for this hotel which is my direct investment, the rest of the properties will be rented out and sold, which can be tripled to quadruple the cost price." Ryan talked about the future plans.

"Have you thought of a name?" She blinked her big eyes, looking forward to the future.

"Originally I thought of naming it after you, but maybe Swiftly is a bit inappropriate," Ryan tried.

After all, every man who comes in doesn't want to be a quick shooter.

"It's really not appropriate. Let me think...how about calling it Serene?" Taylor began to daydream.

"Sounds good." Ryan nodded.

It sounds like it's designed for couples.

The two chatted for a while, and then Nathan Chapman arrived, so Ryan and Taylor went to the recording studio of Bedroom Records together. Taylor originally thought that there would be few people here, but unexpectedly it was full of people, all of whom were artists under Ryan.

"You guys, don't all need to use the recording studio, do you?" Taylor couldn't help but ask.

"No, they came here just to see the recording process." Ryan shrugged.

With professionals on site, debugging the equipment was a breeze. Taylor and Nathan Chapman also often worked together, so everything seemed familiar.

Ryan noticed Avicii in the crowd and called him over.

"Do you have any ideas for new songs?" Ryan asked with concern.

If we were to say who he is most optimistic about, it is not Ying Hao or Kevin Harris, but the young man from Stockholm in front of him.

Avicii seemed confused and shook his head immediately.

"Okay." Ryan couldn't help but pat his shoulder. Not only Avicii, but even his own visual sense had not been active during this period of time.

In the blink of an eye, it was afternoon. Ryan glanced at Taylor who was recording behind the glass, then turned and left to go to the operations company.

·
In the operations company, Ivanka sat behind her desk, looking a little absent-minded. She fixed the ends of her hair, then lowered her head to pull the hem of her clothes, and finally looked in the mirror.

"Ryan is here!" The secretary came in and whispered, sticking her head out. Ivanka had told her in the afternoon to notify her as soon as Ryan arrived.

Ivanka immediately stood up and took the initiative to go out to greet...

(End of this chapter)