Los Angeles Sunset Boulevard, inside a music studio.
Hollywood’s famous composer Hans Zimr and Wang Jian were holding headphones, listening to the female singer in the room belting out high notes.
bangbang, I know you want it!
It must be said that as a composer who had provided music for classic films like "The Lion King," "Batman," and "The Rock," Hans Zimr truly lived up to his reputation as a master of various instrunts and musical theory.
Incredibly, he had completed the composition and arrangent of this risqué song called "bangbang" just from the lyrics, so musical notes, and descriptive words provided by Wang Jian.
"That’s it!" Hans Zimr made a hand gesture, indicating to the female singer that her work was finished.
Afterwards, he manipulated so controls and handed the demo of the song to Wang Jian.
"Mr. Wang..." His expression was a bit twisted, "please make sure to keep your promise not to let this get out."
To be honest, if not for the substantial reward and the connection with the famous director Francis Coppola, Hans Zimr would definitely not have accepted this task.
Mainly because with his status, to compose music for such a song...
It was simply too humiliating!
"Don’t worry." Wang Jian nodded in understanding.
He knew that this music master, who had completely let loose after his divorce from his first wife and had many lovers, didn’t shy away from issues with won.
After all, musicians and writers alike had privileges in that respect.
But when it ca to one’s profession...
It was like Wang Jian himself, who wouldn’t have done it if it wasn’t for being compelled by the situation and then rounding off his creative intent with an autobiography.
He would have deeply buried his work "I’m Too Rich" as well.
Wang Jian handed over the demo of the song to a Universal staff mber.
"Give this to Mr. Ron yer."
Watching the person’s departing figure, Wang Jian shook his head.
"How to con that rich third-generation, President of Universal, that’s their business."
He looked at his watch and realized it was ti to et the "girlfriends."
In order to show Universal how much he wanted the project to succeed, he had agreed to Universal’s marketing departnt strategy.
Letting the original characters et with the actors, to add hype to the project.
Wang Jian sat in the extended Lincoln limousine prepared for him by Universal while reflecting on how he had fallen to this level.
Because of becoming a billionaire, and considering the perceptions of other writers, he had to write the piece called "I’m Too Rich."
And because it wasn’t knowledgeable enough and there was a clash of creativity, he had to forcefully twist it into an autobiography.
Luckily, after this lousy film was over, he’d be able to return to a normal life, living the dull, uninteresting, and insipid life of a billionaire.
Once the writers got used to the high royalties from the website, he believed they’d continue to publish their works there.
"Ah, being this goddamn writer opposing the representative of capital is really damn exhausting, good thing it’s almost over," Wang Jian sighed.
What, what if it succeeds, and he continues to be forced to be that representative?
Please!
Sofia’s directorial style is obviously that of an artistic type like "Interview with the Vampire."
But when the actors with their glamorous makeup are about to kiss on the screen, and suddenly that risqué song "bangbang" starts playing.
That would be anything but artistic!
Just as Wang Jian was relaxing more and more, even about to fall asleep, the limousine arrived at the hotel entrance.
He straightened his clothes, walked into the lobby, and saw his four "girlfriends."
"Wang!" Chris ran into Wang Jian’s arms with a smile upon seeing him.
As the only woman among the four who had a relationship with Wang Jian, she was relatively uninhibited.
Wang Jian wrapped his arm around her waist, smiling and greeting the group of won.
Hmm?
Why is there an African male there?
"Mr. Wang, hello." The man extended his hand in introduction, "I am Matthew Knowles, Beyoncé’s father and manager."
How to greet the father of a fake "girlfriend," and the key point, one of them?
Wang Jian awkwardly shook the man’s hand, unsure of what to say next.
Fortunately, the African man was sensible enough to go upstairs with a waiter, giving Beyoncé a pat on the shoulder.
"Mr. Wang, hello." This African-Arican girl, also striving in the entertainnt circle, greeted Wang Jian with natural ease.
By all accounts, she was more reliable than Caroline, who was only interested in the hotel snacks, and Max, who was getting ready to say sothing weird.
Wang Jian received the docunts from the driver and handed them out one by one to the won.
He explained with a smile, "The day after tomorrow, after you and the actors finish taking photos, you’ll just need to repeat the answers to the reporters’ questions as written in the script."
"Then you’ll get the licensing fee provided by Universal."
"How much?" Caroline’s eyes narrowed with excitent as she looked at Wang Jian.
"About thirty thousand US dollars each," Wang Jian replied.
However, if the song is adopted, he and Hans Zimr will split eight hundred thousand US dollars.
"Thirty thousand US dollars, Max, we’re one step closer to opening a store in Manhattan."
Max, looking at Chris who was snug in Wang Jian’s embrace, rolled her eyes and headed straight to her room.
"Alright." Wang Jian gave Chris a peck on the face, "Go rest for a while."
"Mhm." Chris nodded, obediently like a pet, "I’ll go back to my room and morize the script."
Beyoncé looked puzzled at the other three won.
"This best-selling author and these few won, do they really have a relationship or not?"
She glanced at the script, then at Wang Jian, and gently bit her lip.
But what did Wang Jian care about what this young girl was thinking? He still had to go back to his room to sort out Diana’s information, and "Let Go of That Witch."
It must be said, after experiencing the plagiarism fiasco, Wang Jian had beco much more cautious.
Before he prepared to serialize a new novel, he had already skimd through other novels of the sa type to ensure such an incident wouldn’t happen again.
"Ah, what a drag!" Wang Jian rubbed his eyes, feeling a bit tired in the brain.
At that mont, his room door was suddenly knocked on.
"Wang, are you resting?"
Chris?
Wang Jian thought for a mont and decided it wouldn’t hurt to relax a bit.
Please, he had listened to a morning full of risqué songs!
He opened the door and saw Chris stand at the entrance, wrapped only in a towel.
Red Sleeves Adding Fragrance...
Actually, writers’ lives aren’t too bad.
Wang Jian smiled and kissed Chris on the forehead, "Wait for a mont, I’m going to take a shower."
"Um..." Chris murmured in response, feeling weak in her limbs.
She gently pushed the door ajar, watching as Wang Jian walked into the bathroom, then sat down on the sofa.
But suddenly, Chris thought she heard the sound of footsteps outside the door again.
"I just couldn’t sleep, needed so exercise before bed, that’s all!"
Chris turned around and saw, to her surprise, the Busty Woman.
This...
Did Wang Jian have sothing to do with her too?
Yes, she was just a woman struggling with alcoholism, how could she be worthy of him?
Her inferiority complex flared up, feeling she should give up her spot.
But the woman was already at the door...
Chris hesitated for a mont, then hid in the wardrobe.
Max had also co tonight with great courage.
A billionaire, especially an artist...
"Even if it’s dood to have no result, it can still be a beautiful mory," she thought.
"I prepared a gift for you, the perfu commonly used by Hollywood stars," Wang Jian called out from the bathroom.
Perfu?
For ?
Max humd in feigned disdain while the corners of her mouth unwittingly curled up.
At that mont, the sound of high heels clicking approached.
"Wang, I’m very grateful to you for letting save face before my forr ’besties’," Caroline pushed the door gently, surprised to find it wasn’t latched.
She hesitated, then pushed the door open and walked in.
"No trouble at all, Caroline!"
"You’re still wearing Hers high heels!"
"Did you get the perfu? It’s said to have Julia Roberts’s signature," Wang Jian casually ntioned, unsure whether girls liked that sort of thing.
Julia Roberts’s signature perfu?
For ?
Caroline’s cheeks reddened slightly, "I don’t know if Max brought stockings."
"Mr. Wang, are you there?" A pleasant female voice arose.
"Not waiting for ?" Caroline panicked for a mont and hurried to the wardrobe.
"Fuck, soone’s here!" Caroline and Chris exchanged glances, then awkwardly turned and ran toward the curtain.
"Max, why are you here?" she whispered in surprise.
"Don’t talk, hide quickly," Max replied. "This is so embarrassing!"
Caroline thought about the situation and decided it wasn’t the ti for questions.
She hurriedly hid behind another curtain, stealing glances toward the living room.
There she saw an African girl in thin pajamas sitting on the couch.
"Sure enough, that’s how writers are!" she plunged into jealousy, not considering her lack of real connection with Wang Jian.
anwhile, Beyoncé sat on the sofa, pretending to be calm.
"Just swallow it, and it won’t be considered evidence by the big shots."
Wang Jian ca out of the bathroom in pajamas, surprised to find soone else had taken over the room.
"What are you doing here?" he quickly wrapped his robe, "Surely NBC isn’t trying to fra ?"
"Mr. Wang, I want to sing the the song, and I’m willing to pay any price," Beyoncé stood up, moving seductively toward Wang Jian.
The song?
Please... That’s a risqué song!
"Just wait," Wang Jian quickly stopped her.
But unexpectedly, the answering machine in the room started playing a ssage at that mont.
"Wang, Little Bronfman does not agree to use that song, thinks it’s beneath our standards."
"His view is, unless there’s a better gimmick, we should find soone else to compose."
"If you hear this, call back. Both Mr. Coppola and I are waiting for your news."
"Not enough gimmick?" Wang Jian frowned and glanced at Beyoncé.
"Then wouldn’t having the original character sing it be a gimmick?"
Wrong, what he should be worrying about now was where Chris had gone? Why was this African girl in the room?
"Mr. Wang, I really tried very hard. Please, give this chance!"
"Ok, ok!" Wang Jian waved his hands dismissively, casually agreeing.
Who cares if she’s too young to sing a risqué song? Right now, he needed this minor to leave his room quickly!
"Really?" Beyoncé paused, about to take off her robe happily.
"If you make another move, my previous offer is off the table."
"Now, go back to your room and sleep!"
Huh?
Beyoncé stared at Wang Jian, surprised.
She was confident about her attractiveness, "Could this be the legendary nice guy?"
Beyoncé hesitated, then stood up, "I’m ready anyti, Mr. Wang. And, thank you very much."
Watching the African girl leave, Wang Jian breathed a sigh of relief.
But then, several quiet sounds ca from the bedroom.
"Chris?" Wang Jian called out, rushing into the bedroom.
Yet, to his surprise, in addition to seeing Chris awkwardly lifting her head from the ground,
He also discovered Max, half-exposed and in a tangle, and Ms. Caroline.
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