American Gossip King

Chapter 196 I Never Pursue Girls

The fight continued inside the bar.

Under the influence of alcohol, money, and hypnosis, everyone attacked each other like madmen.

Amidst the chaos, Britney Spears swayed her hips and softly sang "Baby One More Time."

Baby, one more time!

Using it in this context carries a certain special meaning.

However, Britney did just that.

The girl swayed her body and sang softly in the surging, chaotic crowd. Her beautiful voice drifted over, like heavenly music.

The only regret is probably the lack of background music, which is further masked by the manipulated fighting sounds.

But it doesn't matter.

The key is to do the movements well. Later, the music can be re-accompanied to create both an a cappella original version and a refined version with accompaniment.

It can be sold for the price of two.

Amidst the leisurely singing, iron fists swung wildly, and wine mixed with blood splattered everywhere.

Britney, who was initially frightened, felt much more confident looking at Ian's calm eyes.

Ian slowly approached her, following the rhythm of the song.

In that instant, Britney's eyes were only on Ian Carr.

So she became bolder and bolder, even walking towards the crowd fighting in the bar, and Ian slowly followed.

A drunk man got into a fight and punched Britney in the head.

Ian quickly approached and knocked his opponent down with a single punch.

Just then, Britney was singing "when I'm not with you I lose my mind," and the sudden attack caused her to lose her voice.

Ian grabbed Britney and then knocked over a nearby drunkard.

Britney looked at him excitedly, her courage growing stronger.

Her voice gradually rose higher, and even the shouts in the bar could not drown it out.

She held Ian's hand as they sang their hearts out on the broken and messy floor of the bar, while Ian protected her and fought off anyone who tried to get close to him.

Beauty and violence are vividly combined at this moment!

As she sang, even the brawlers around her were dumbfounded.

What happened?

No, is this a fight?

Why is a woman singing out here?

And she looks so familiar?

And that man?

As Britney and Ian walked by, singing loudly, everyone was stunned and stopped.

They stared blankly at the target targeting the young men and women, forgetting to fight, and even forgetting to pick up the money.

The noise gradually subsided, and Britney sang with increasing joy and confidence.

The surrounding crowd gasped in surprise, "Oh my god, it's Britney Spears!"

"It's Ian Karl!"

"What are they doing?"

"What are we doing?"

The group of people just stood there dumbfounded until Britney finished her song.

The fighting finally stopped.

Ian pulled Britney close, smiling, and said, "A good song can soothe people's hearts and even end wars—that's the charm of Britney Spears!"

The news has some good elements again!

Britney gritted her teeth as she looked at Ian.

Before anyone could react, Ian suddenly grabbed Britney's arm: "But we have to leave now."

He grabbed Britney and ran out of the bar.

"No! Wait!"

Everyone lunged at the two at the same time.

Bridexson chuckled and casually pulled a gun from his waist, pointing it at the crowd—finally, I can draw a gun now!

A group of drunkards stopped at the same time, staring in astonishment at the muzzle of the gun.

South Korea is a country where guns are prohibited, and under normal circumstances, no one is allowed to carry a gun.

However, bodyguards of important figures are an exception.

Brideson was a bodyguard and an American, belonging to the rare group of people permitted to carry firearms.

At that moment, Bridexson pointed his gun at the group and chuckled, "Congratulations, at least you have a chance to be on camera, but don't expect anything more."

He then left the bar.

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Outside the bar, Britney was laughing, her hands clutching her chest: "Oh my god, what have we done?"

"Singing, that's your old job," Ian laughed.

Britney laughed and asked, "How did you get here?"

Ian replied, "I want to see what made you change your mind and stop following me."

Hearing this, Britney blushed slightly: "So you found out. Okay, I admit I followed you, but I got bored halfway through, and then..."

She didn't care about her behavior at all; in her opinion, it was nothing serious, just something to have some fun.

But she didn't find following others interesting at all; being a young girl, she gave up automatically when she found it boring.

Ian shrugged: "It's okay, I know you meant no harm, and I should thank you for giving me a good news story."

Britney paused, then suddenly realized something.

She looked around and said, "But you didn't take any pictures! I didn't see your reporter."

Ian nodded: "No, there isn't."

Britney was taken aback: "Then all that effort was wasted?"

Ian has already said, "The reason I didn't film you is because there's no need for me to film you; someone else is filming you."

"What did you say?" Britney asked, bewildered.

Bridexson said, "While you were following us, there were several other reporters following you and filming you. They filmed what just happened. So we don't need to film it ourselves; we can just take what they filmed."

"What?" Britney exclaimed in surprise. "Where? We can't let them report that I'm following you!"

Ian smiled: "You don't need to worry about that, my people have already taken care of it. Now all you need to do is go back to the hotel so your people won't worry."

With that, Ian grabbed Britney's hand and said, "Let's go."

Britney shouted, "My car is still here!"

Ian casually tossed Britney's car keys into his hand, tossed them to Brideson, and said, "He'll drive it back for you."

Britney was stunned. How did he get my car keys?

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Sitting in Ian's car, Britney was on the phone: "Don't worry, I'm fine... I'll be back soon... Yes, I'm with Ian Carl, you don't need to ask so many questions."

After hanging up the phone, Britney glanced at Ian, who was driving.

She said, "Are you really planning to make a music video?"

"Yes, but I won't release it immediately. I'll release the news first and hype it up for a while. Then I'll buy RCA and release the music video to increase the company's value."

"I knew it," Britney muttered.

Another reason why the music video can't be released immediately is that it needs to be remade, and there are also copyright issues related to Britney's songs.

But once we take over RCA, releasing a music video featuring footage of the real events will definitely amplify the effect!

This is similar to a movie that uses a lot of realistic footage, which is itself a selling point.

But there's a prerequisite...

Britney said, "If I told RCA I was going to use this for a music video, they wouldn't sell it to me cheaply."

So Ian turned his head, glanced at her, and smiled slightly.

He didn't say anything, or even make any promises, implying that you could say whatever you wanted.

Then Britney understood: "Actually, you don't really care about this, right?"

Ian said softly, "I don't really care. The improvement it brings is ultimately limited."

"Then why are you still doing this?"

"Because making money is a habit. When you create a good news story or a great business plan, sometimes what matters isn't how much money you make, but the sense of accomplishment you gain from completing a perfect idea," Ian said calmly. "People need psychological satisfaction. As the boss of the Carl Group, what supports me continuing to be an excellent journalist, besides..."

He paused.

His original intention was to exclude the "need for cheating," but ultimately it was not appropriate to say it that way.

He then changed his tune, saying, "Besides liking this job, it's the sense of accomplishment that gives me the greatest psychological satisfaction."

This is the truth.

Besides the need for cheat codes, Ian now works in the news industry primarily to pursue that immense psychological satisfaction.

Otherwise, with so many shootings in the US every day, people would be constantly running into predominantly Black neighborhoods, guaranteeing daily news reports of shootings and mass shootings.

But mere repetition is meaningless; innovation is what we should strive for!

This time, it's all about innovation.

Britney understood.

She turned to look out the window: "No wonder you've achieved so much. You're a madman, Ian Carl."

Ian replied calmly, "No madness, no life."

Twenty minutes later, they returned to the hotel.

After escorting Britney back to her room, Ian told her, "If you want to know anything about me next time, you can just contact me directly. There's no need to follow me."

He smiled slightly and went back to his room.

Watching his retreating figure, Britney couldn't help but ask, "Is that all?"

Ian stopped and looked back at her.

The girl looked at him with bright, alluring eyes.

Ian asked in surprise, "Should we go to my room or yours?"

Britney quickly shook her head: "That's not what I meant... uh... okay, I mean, I can give you a chance to pursue me, since you helped me once."

Her tone was slightly embarrassed, yet also subtly seductive.

The look in her eyes when she looked at Ian was particularly complicated.

As a big star, she wouldn't be interested in Ian's career, but she still couldn't deny that Ian was a very charming man.

He is really charming.

But don't expect me to submit to you so easily; you'd better show some respect.

Britney looked at Ian, feeling a slight surge of emotion.