American Entertainment: Taylor Swift wrote a song for the beginning

Chapter 269 The Prince’s Hobby; Recording Gate

With Ryan's departure, Prince Albert of Monaco and his sister were the only ones left in the reception room upstairs in the Monte Carlo Casino.

"He sticks to principles and never touches things that shouldn't be touched. Considering the mixed crowd in the club, this kind of person is the most suitable partner." Princess Hanover looked at her brother. Ryan left a good impression on her.

"This little American is too young, and he's a singer. People like him are the most unreliable. In a few years, if he's no longer popular, it will leave us with a mess." Prince Albert said, shaking his head.

"Your Majesty means..."

"I have a friend who runs a nightclub in Ibiza. He is much more reliable than this young man." Prince Albert said happily.

Although he is the monarch of this place, he is not arrogant and is even a little "childish" in front of his sister.

Both are children of the previous princess, whose mother is the famous Hollywood star Grace Kelly, but she died in an accident more than 20 years ago. The siblings have a good relationship, and the Princess of Hanover has helped her brother manage Monaco's government affairs and lead commercial development. Privately, insiders jokingly call her the "Regent" of Monaco.

Princess Hanover frowned slightly and said helplessly: "Your Majesty, your first priority now is to find a princess, not to fall in love with Yingying and Yanyan."

"He didn't arrange a woman for me." Prince Albert was afraid that his sister would nag him, so he stood up quickly and said, "I'm tired. I need to go back to the palace to rest."

"I'll ask the driver to take you back." Princess Hanover called out to the back.

The prince was lustful by nature. He liked to hang out with women even before he became a prince. After he ascended the throne, he became even worse. He traveled around the world and liked to have trysts with local women wherever he went.

Taking into account the status of a prince, it means that the number of heirs is guaranteed, which facilitates the succession of the throne. However, in recent years, the type of women that Prince Albert likes is a little special... If this gets out, the Monaco royal family will lose face. When the prince's personal life becomes a laughing stock among the people, it is bound to affect the image of Monaco as a whole. Considering that tourism and high-end service industries are the pillar industries of Monaco, it will directly bring immeasurable economic impact.

Losing face doesn't matter, but making less money is a real pain in the ass.

After cleaning up her brother's messes and handling scandals in a low-key manner, the Princess of Hanover could no longer tolerate it and took over the Prince's security and strictly monitored his daily life. Of course, for the sake of the Prince's face, the Princess of Hanover turned a blind eye and would not take the initiative to stop her brother as long as he did not go too far.

The Prince of Hanover drove to the Prince's Palace on the top of the cliff. About 20 minutes later, another car stopped at the back door of the Prince's Palace. Darren, who had just arrived in Monaco, got out of the car. A few black women dressed in office clothes got out of the car behind him. Their looks were ordinary even among black people, and their lips were thicker than each other. To put it inappropriately, they looked "very ape-like". (In reality, the black mother of the prince's illegitimate son looks like this. I'm not exaggerating. I can't post any pictures. I have to go wash my eyes~)

"This is the prince's guest. He wants to discuss the entertainment venue with the prince." The middle-aged butler who had just picked someone up at the airport said to the guard at the door.

The other party reported using a portable headset, and after confirmation, they were allowed to pass. As for the black women who were accompanying them, they were stopped by the guards again.

"These are my subordinates, responsible for reporting to the prince." Darren explained with a smile.

This time, the guards hesitated for a long time, but finally let him go.

The group had an unimpeded journey all the way and came directly into the palace, which was heavily guarded and tourists were only allowed to take photos at a certain distance from the main entrance of the palace.

As soon as I stepped in, I saw Prince Albert coming out in a hurry to greet me. The butler then slowly walked out and closed the door.

"Your Majesty, these people will explain the investment plan of the nightclub to you in detail later." Darren made way.

The prince looked at it carefully and couldn't help smacking his lips, smiling even more: "Monaco needs a passionate and experienced operator like you."

The prince was obsessed with women since he was young. He had played with so many traditional blonde white beauties that he felt bored and even empty.

Desire is like a black hole, it can never be filled. In the process of satisfying his desire, Albert's habits gradually became outrageous. By chance, he met a black stewardess on the plane, and from then on he became more and more uncontrollable. As for the beauties in the traditional cognition of other men, he is not interested in them now.

·
Ryan hadn't received any news for three days since his meeting with the Princess and Prince of Hanover. When he asked Charlotte, she just asked him to wait.

Ryan simply went to London midway to meet with Simon and settle the contract issue with Leona Lewis.

Compared to last year's popularity, Leona has quickly become out of fashion this year. Simon's attitude was very tough at first, but after Ryan presented a series of data on her recent album sales and chart rankings, Simon had to admit this fact. Then Ryan mentioned Eminem again, and implied that he could make this cooperation between the two of them. In exchange, Simon must give up half of Leona's revenue in the American market, covering the profits from record sales.

Simon made a mysterious phone call in the middle of the trip, and after coming back, he agreed to Ryan's request.

After returning, Simon did not hide the fact and told Ryan that the call was brought to Clive Davis, who was Rihanna's previous partner in the United States. The passionate fight between Rihanna and Chris Brown was after attending the party of this big boss.

Two other things happened during these three days. First, Louis Vuitton launched a new men's clothing series almost at the same time as Dior, and the design elements were almost the same as the collaboration between Dior and Stray. This time, Louis Vuitton brought in the originator of high-end street style, and had him personally design it. Obviously, Antoine was deliberately going for Delphine this time.

Another thing is the revelation from the Bad Room Carnival, which pointed out that the protest group was hired by several middlemen. The instigator behind the scene was a businessman named Darren Hughes, who owned a company called Pacha Group, which opened nightclubs and hotels in many places in Europe. In addition, he also served at the International Music Summit and was the main director of the local entertainment industry association. Although the entire chain has been dug out, there are many witnesses, and even details such as transfer records have been exposed, this incident has not caused obvious public discussion, let alone any public pressure.

Ultimately, this is a business competition and does not violate any laws.

The former incident was a fight between gods, and Ryan was affected; the latter incident at least made him understand who his enemy was.

At this point, the so-called "ban" still exists. Although there is still room for development in the US market, sooner or later, we will have to expand overseas. Instead of harboring the illusion of peace talks, it is better to strike first.

Ryan chose to appoint Berwick to lead a team to Ibiza for a field investigation.

However, less than three hours after arriving in Ibiza, Berwick called Ryan.

"Boss, we were thrown out by the other side! These people know me! They have been prepared for a long time." Beric said helplessly on the other end of the phone.

It seems that the other party is not only well-prepared, but also separated from him by the Pacific Ocean and the Mediterranean Sea. His current sphere of influence cannot reach there at all.

Ryan felt helpless.

"Come back first, we have to think of another way." Ryan hung up the phone.

·
Inside a restaurant in Monaco.

"It's no use urging me. I'm just a messenger." Charlotte expressed her helplessness on the phone.

"So is it your mother or your uncle who is responsible for this matter?" Ryan couldn't help but ask, recalling the situation at that time.

"That's a royal secret." Charlotte refused to answer the question.

"Forget it, I don't think you can make up your mind for a while, so I'll go back to the United States first." Ryan was ready to leave tomorrow, as there were a lot of things waiting for him.

Carly, who was sitting opposite Ryan, was stunned for a moment when she heard what Ryan said, and then she slowly said, "Are you leaving tomorrow?"

Carly nodded, but didn't mention anything about going out to sea, as she knew Ryan was quite busy.

Ryan seemed to have guessed her thoughts, put down his phone and said, "Let's talk about it later. I'll take you guys on vacation during the Christmas holidays."

"Then after dinner, I'll pack your luggage for you." Carly thought for a moment and then quickly added: "Don't think too much, I'm just repaying you for bringing me here to play."

Ryan wasn't in the mood to pick up girls right now, so he asked about her future work arrangements.

"Summer is the off-season for the clothing industry. I only have a few magazine interviews this month. However, I received a modeling invitation in Monaco yesterday. I didn't expect that there is a modeling agency here, and the remuneration they promised is very high." Carly said.

"What kind of modeling agency is this? It's just a recruitment agency for high-end call girls under the guise of sheep meat." Ryan shook his head and told her the truth.

Carly thought about it carefully and then she suddenly realized.

"I almost believed it." Carly felt a little scared.

She is relatively young, and when she debuted, Faith kept her from being exposed to some of the dark truths of the modeling industry. Later, she met Ryan and Taylor, so it is normal that she didn't know the inside story.

"Remember, don't take any jobs that are unexplainably high-priced," Ryan reminded. "The jobs were arranged by Faith. I don't normally come into contact with these. Don't worry, I'm not stupid. If you want to blame someone, blame the person who made up a good story yesterday, saying that he was from the Spanish Pacha Group..."

"What group?"

"Pachi, that guy said yesterday that, like you, he also runs a nightclub, with its headquarters on Ibiza, and many branches across Europe, with annual revenue of more than one billion euros." Carly fell into reminiscence.

There's no doubt about it. This is it.

Ryan didn't expect to meet the other person here. After thinking about it, he immediately realized the strangeness of the matter.

If Monaco had already had nightclubs, Princess Hanover and Prince Albert would not have met him in person. Besides, he had not found any traces of his peers in Monaco in the past few days, unless...

"Where did you meet this man yesterday?"

"It's just outside the park not far from the big casino. There are a lot of beautiful women passing by there." Carly said.

"Take me there." Ryan stood up immediately.

Seeing Ryan like this, Carly knew that something important was going on. She didn't dare to ask any more questions and nodded immediately: "Oh, okay."

·
"Look, that's the guy." Carly, sitting in the car, pointed to the distance.

Ryan parked the car on the side of the road and looked out the windshield. He found a young man standing at the entrance of the park, looking around, as if he was looking for a suitable recruit.

"Do you need me to go over and get some information?" Carly looked at Ryan who was driving, feeling nervous but also a little excited, as if she was in a Hollywood agent movie.

"Not for now. He has already told you what he should say. As for what he shouldn't say, he won't tell you even if you ask him now." Ryan said.

"So what do we need to do now?" Carly asked.

"Surveillance. If there's another woman who accepts his invitation, we can start with this woman." Ryan took out his cell phone, ready to take pictures at any time.

"Okay." Carly adjusted herself to a relatively comfortable sitting position, then widened her eyes and stared motionlessly at the person not far away.

The wait lasted for half an hour, during which time the man did chat up a few women, but they only exchanged a few words and the women left soon.

"I... I'll leave for a while." Carly blinked. Besides feeling a little sore in her eyes, she also felt the urge to urinate.

When she came back, she was holding a small hard tray with two cups of coffee on it.

As soon as I got into the car, I saw Ryan holding up his phone and recording a video.

Carly looked ahead and saw the man talking to a short, slender girl.

After a while, the girl shook her head and prepared to leave, but the man chased her directly, pestering her all the way across the road, just entering the blind spot of the shooting.

"Hold the coffee and give me your phone." Carly knew that Ryan was easy to be exposed, so she volunteered.

After taking the phone, Carly got out of the car directly, stuck her head out at the corner, and then found that the man was exchanging contact information with the young girl.

Because the distance was too far, Carly couldn't hear what the two people said specifically, so she quickly raised Ryan's mobile phone to take pictures.

Then he saw the girl and the man parting ways and walking towards him.

Carly took a step back. As the girl turned around, Carly immediately stepped forward and took the initiative to ask the girl how to get to the pier.

Out of the corner of her eye, Carly saw Ryan had put on a hat and a mask and started the car.

"I'm sorry, my husband and I just arrived in Monaco and don't know the way. Can you take us there?" Carly smiled slightly, and her smile was quite friendly. Seeing that the girl was hesitant, Carly took out a few banknotes from her pocket and handed them to her.

"Consider it a tip." Carly took the initiative to stuff the money into the other person's hand.

Seeing that Carly was so beautiful and well-dressed, and that she was obviously a rich person, the other party followed Carly and sat in the back seat of the car.

"I saw you were approached on the street just now..." After closing the car door, Carly immediately began to ask questions. At this time, Ryan in the front seat of the car had placed his mobile phone on the armrest with the recording turned on.

The girl nodded, and Ryan looked carefully in the rearview mirror, and suddenly asked: "How old are you?"

Seeing that the other party was a little alert, Carly immediately smiled and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't tell me, my husband is just a little curious."

"Thirteen years old." The girl said timidly.

Ryan and Carly, who were driving, frowned almost at the same time, and Carly even felt a little suffocated.

"Did that guy just now ask your age?" Ryan began to ask.

"I asked." The girl said with her head lowered.

Carly asked some more questions and found out that the girl followed her mother to Monaco to work. Monaco has a developed service industry and high wages, which has attracted a lot of labor from the surrounding areas.

Then Carly repeatedly told her not to have any contact with the person and not to answer his calls.

"They are bad people and will make you do things you don't like." Carly reminded in a serious tone.

Unexpectedly, the little girl frowned and suddenly asked back: "Are you the police?"

"No, we're just...tourists."

The girl nodded and said nothing.

Carly was afraid that the other party would turn a deaf ear to her words, so she reminded him again.

This time the girl laughed and said, "I know what he does. If he makes money, he can buy a lot of nice clothes and an iPhone. My mom doesn't have money either, so I can only find a way to buy it myself."

As the girl got off the car, Carly couldn't help but sigh. At first she just thought that the other party was young and ignorant, but she didn't expect this would be the answer.

"Do you still think it's a beautiful place here?" Ryan turned the car around.

Carly smiled awkwardly, unable to come up with an answer for a moment.

"I just want those people to go to jail now!" She then clenched her fists.

"Even if these people go to jail, there will be another group of people who will do the same thing."

"Is there no normal place in this world?" Carly felt a little desperate.

Of course there is, but you haven't had the chance to set foot there yet. Ryan thought to himself, then took out his phone and made a call:
"Charlotte, I want to meet your friend, Beatrice..."

(End of this chapter)