The legend of rebirth

Chapter 430

As soon as February is over, the land in the south of the Yangtze River has entered early spring.

On the balcony on the second floor of Jingshan Community, a grass seed floated from nowhere, lurking in the dust in the corner of the wall, and after several spring rains, it sprouted a sprout.

The weather was fine this morning, and the house's top predator, Mao Mao, was put on the balcony by the hostess, and Xiaocao was quickly killed by it.

The little guy ran into the living room with grass in his mouth, sat down at Ye Luo's feet, looked at the host, and wagged his tail happily.

"Where did the grass come from?" Ye Luo stretched out his hand to touch Mao Mao's back, and said in surprise.

"Recently, I don't have time to clean the balcony. There is a lot of dust and grass growing." Chu Mo'er's voice came faintly from the bedroom.

"Oh, that's my fault." Ye Luo smiled, "The balcony has always been my job."

"The luggage has been packed for you. Come and check it yourself to see if there is anything missing?" Chu Mo'er said.

"Does this still need to be checked?" Ye Luo smiled, "You are always more thoughtful than me."

Chu Mo'er pushed a large suitcase out of the bedroom, put it on the edge of the sofa in the living room, and then stretched out her palm to Ye Luo.

"Why?" Ye Luo asked puzzled.

"Wallet." Chu Mo'er said.

"Oh." Ye Luo reached into her arms, took out her wallet and handed it to Chu Mo'er.

Chu Mo'er took the wallet, took out a photo from her pocket, stuffed it into the ID compartment of Ye Luo's wallet, and then gave it back to Ye Luo.

Ye Luo took it over and took a look, she was amused, this girl stuffed her photo into her wallet.

"Take a look every day, don't forget." Chu Mo'er said solemnly.

"Yes, yes." Ye Luo put the wallet back into his arms, stood up, and hugged Chu Mo'er.

Saying goodbye to Chu Mo'er, Ye Luo carried the suitcase and went downstairs.

Downstairs, Hu Jianing had been waiting in the car for a long time. As soon as Ye Luo got in the car, he went straight to the airport.

Originally, Ye Luo was not in a hurry to go to the US so soon, and he still had a few albums in hand, so he wanted to delay until the end of March.

It's just that since the Golden Melody Awards ended, Song Yan has been calling every day, urging her to die, saying that if he, the director, does not come, the work of Universal's overseas branch cannot be carried out. If this continues, she will resign.

This is the first time Ye Luo has heard of the boss threatening employees with resignation.But from Song Yan's words, Ye Luo knew that she was under a lot of pressure recently, and if she didn't go, the situation might change.

It dragged on for three days, Ye Luo rushed the work in hand, a few unfinished albums, he made the title song, and he didn't need to intervene in other tasks, the people in the recording studio would finish.

After everything was arranged, Ye Luo set off on Thursday.

……

The [-]th floor of the Irving Building in Los Angeles is the headquarters of Universal Overseas.

Universal's overseas company actually only occupies half of the floor of the Irwin Building, and the other half of the floor is a small record company in the United States, called Garbo Records, which is not well-known in the record industry in the United States.

Global Overseas has more than 30 employees. The company is actually very small and there are not many people.

The actual office area is smaller, because half of the area is taken up by the recording studio.

Song Yan's president's office is second only to the recording studio in size, and it is right next to the recording studio. This morning, she was busy decorating the office.

"You will ask someone to move my desk to the opposite side later." Song Yan commanded, "In my original place, replace it with a better desk."

"Better?" The female assistant scratched her head, "Your table is made of red sandalwood. No matter how good it is, there are some, but you can't buy it here. Even if you are in China, you have to see if the auction house has it."

"Then tidy up the old table, put my things on the new table, and use the old table for him." Song Yan said.

"Ok."

"Has his accommodation been arranged?"

"Don't worry, it's been arranged. The Santa Monica Bay Seaview Villa is right next to your villa. You can check in with your bags. The back garden is connected."

"Adjoining the back garden? Building B?"

"Yes."

"Didn't I say I wanted Building A?"

"The last time we inquired about the price in Building A, we hadn't placed an order yet, but someone ordered it the next day."

"No check-in."

"Not yet."

"Then you contact the owner, add one hundred thousand dollars, and exchange a set with him."

"Oh..." The female assistant glanced at Song Yan suspiciously, but didn't say anything, so she quickly wrote it down and went out to handle this matter.

The female assistant had just walked outside and was about to make a phone call when Chen Tianhua walked in and asked, "Is Mr. Song inside?"

"Yes." The female assistant nodded, and then asked, "Mr. Chen, this is quite strange."

"What's wrong?" Chen Tianhua stopped in his tracks.

"Director Ye is here, Mr. Song must arrange for him to live in Building A instead of Building B, and I have to contact the owner to change houses here. You also live near there, do you know why?" the female assistant asked curiously.

This female assistant was originally Chen Tianhua's assistant. After Song Yan came, in order for Song Yan to take over the business as soon as possible, Chen Tianhua gave her up to Song Yan. However, if there was any problem, the female assistant still used to ask Chen Tianhua for advice.

Chen Tianhua thought for a while, then showed a playful smile, and said lightly: "Don't ask nonsense, just do as she tells you."

……

Thirty kilometers south of downtown Los Angeles, San Pedro, Mai Ruina's private studio.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Melina was rarely free this day, and was sitting in her office picking songs.

Although she is a creative female singer, not every song of hers is written by herself.

In fact, in the pop music circle, a large part of the so-called singer-songwriters don't write songs at all. The so-called "creative singers" are actually a kind of packaging by record companies.

Mai Ruina can be regarded as the conscience of the industry among "creative" singers. In an album, one-third of the songs are her own works, and she arranges the music herself, which is already quite remarkable.

I want to do all the songs by myself, let alone whether my talent can keep up, and the time does not allow it.If Mai Ruina is busy writing songs every day and does not go out to participate in performing arts activities, her reputation as a diva will not fall by herself.

The other two-thirds of the songs in her album were written for her by the producer of Liyin Records, and the other part was made for her by her private creative team.

Right now, Mai Ruina is picking out a few songs that the producer of Liyin Records has chosen for her.

After listening for a while, Melina took off the earphones in a disinterested manner, and shook her head, seemingly dissatisfied.

At this moment, her female assistant Huang Lili came in and said, "Mai Rui, something happened."

"What's the matter?" Melina asked, looking up.

"Louis Jardine passed away." Huang Lili said, "The cause of death was heart failure."

Mai Ruina was taken aback for a moment, then sighed, "The world is missing one more talented musician."

"Yes." Huang Lili also had some emotion on her face, "The top ten talented musicians rated by the European and American music circles at the beginning of this century, your mentor Joe Jackson passed away ten years ago, and Louis Jardin passed away this year. Next eight."

"Soon, there will be nine again." Melina said.

"You mean..." Huang Lili had just finished speaking when her cell phone rang.

Huang Lili looked at the number, made an apologetic gesture to Mai Ruina, then walked outside and answered the phone.

About a minute later, Huang Lili came in again and asked, "Mai Rui, someone offered one hundred thousand dollars to replace your new house, building A with building B, do you think it's okay?"

Melina smiled: "Is it from Universal?"

"Yes." Huang Lili nodded.

"Do you even need to ask? It's not like you don't know." Mai Ruina shook her head, "Go and tell Song Yan that no amount of money will be exchanged. I'm going to settle on Building A."

"Okay." Huang Lili smiled and nodded, "Mai Rui, if you cut off your husband directly through the developer this time, Song Yan might hate you."

"Then let her hate me." Mai Ruina said indifferently, "She lives in Building C. The floor-to-ceiling windows of the bedroom in Building A are facing the cloakroom and balcony of Building C. She plays the piano or changes clothes. You can see it all.

It's too ugly to eat.

I promised Mo'er that I would protect Ye Luo for her. I don't want Ye Luo to be seduced by Song Yan, a goblin.

Besides, Ye Luo was likely to come to Liyin, but she cut her off. I haven't bothered with her yet. "

"But..." Huang Lili said, "If you live in Building A and Ye Luo lives in Building B, the floor-to-ceiling windows of your bedroom seem to be facing the bathroom and swimming pool of Ye Luo's house."

"Then what's the matter." Mai Ruina smiled, "Ye Luo is so handsome, can't I look good?

Anyway, Ye Luo and I watch videos every day, watching online and watching live, it's about the same. "

"..."

(End of this chapter)