Chapter 300 One Punch

The chorus of the new apocalypse song is also sung by a girl. It seems to come from a group, but Fergie can do it by herself, and the style suits her very well. ????Huoran?Text??????

Song Ya is not in a hurry to release a song now anyway. According to his feeling, this song is stronger than showthemoney, but weaker than wherethelove, etc., so... let's save it for now.

After the A round of financing, dts is valued at 15 million knives, a+ audio holds 15% of the shares, and the angel investment of 250,000 has increased nine times in a year. After analysis, the most successful investment.

"Time is tight, and it's too late for customization, so let's just do this."

Just thinking about business, Halle Berry appeared in front of her, holding an 'ancient costume', probably in the French style of the 17th century, fancy and complicated, with large shoulder straps and a boat-shaped top hat decorated with beautiful feathers.

Song Ya has done her homework. There will be many traps for black people to participate in this masquerade ball of court style in the seventeenth century. The most important one is not to dress themselves too much like a 'servant', because the organizer of the masquerade ball will definitely The party-carrying waiters are also dressed as seventeenth-century court servants, the same role that blacks performed in colonial-era manor houses.

It would not be a funny thing for an A-cafe singer to be mistaken for a wine delivery boy. If he was dressed incorrectly, the probability of such a thing happening would not be small.

Many black stars have encountered such embarrassing scenes at fancy dress parties in Hollywood before. Of course, sometimes the other party does not do it unintentionally, but just pretends to be unintentional.

Therefore, the highly recognizable 17th-century military uniform in front of you has become a safe choice for black stars. Of course, the object of the role is the famous literary figure Three Musketeers, and the author Alexandre Dumas has black blood, and black people like to read his books. .

"A little tight."

This is a custom dress shop not far from Beverly Hills that only serves high-end groups. It specializes in costumes from the Middle Ages to the 19th century and some fantasy costumes based on this, such as the Vampire Duke dress or something, Song Yadi Once, he was brought here by Halle Berry.

"No way, this is the largest size in stock, Mr. Aplus."

The boss was an old white man. He helped Song Ya pull the dress that was tight on his body to fit as best as possible, and then stepped back, "The effect is good. You are a very good clothes rack, just like Miss Berry."

"Change it, here, here..." He said a few words to the tailor who was busy on Song Ya, and then took a delicate prop sword and hung it on Song Ya's waist, "Greetings, heroic Da Lord Danion." The boss entered the scene very quickly, took off his hat and bowed to Song Ya in a standard way.

"Uh...thanks for the compliment."

Song Ya recalled the film and television works she had watched, and supported the wide brim of her hat in return, "That's all, Taraji?"

"Yes, yes." Taraji also curtsied to him artificially, then took out Song Ya's credit card and handed it to the boss.

"Please wait a moment." The boss took the credit card and left.

"Don't you try it?" The tailor finished quickly, and he took off his clothes and asked the other party to wrap them up.

"My size is available in this store. Women's clothes are too troublesome to put on and take off once." Harley smiled. She should be a regular customer of this store. Not only Hollywood, but also the rich and leisure class in the United States like to do this. Dress up parties with different themes.

"Send it to Mr. Aplus and Ms. Berry's car." The boss sent the staff to pack the two clothes that took up a lot of space and took them out. The credit card was returned to Taraji.

"Then we'll see you tomorrow night?" Harry said.

"Well, see you tomorrow night." Song Ya went out of the store with her, and the paparazzi waiting outside began to press the shutter. He sent Harley to the car first in a gentlemanly manner.

Then go back to your car.

He could guess the tabloid news in the evening, it was nothing more than 'After visiting the set and kissing, Halle Berry and Aplus tour together again', it doesn't matter anyway.

Glancing at the shopping receipt that Taraji handed over, he rolled his eyes after seeing the numbers on it.

Old Mike starts the car, there is an important person to meet today, Derry.

In order to avoid encountering an uneasy element like Su Ge Knight without preparation, he went directly to Derry's mansion in the wealthy area by the river. Although this guy was full of resentment towards Song Ya's 30 million income last year, and he was indeed cheated by big e, but as a veteran singer, he still made a lot of money.

And this guy is being banned from the court because of a case, and now he can't go anywhere.

"Hey, Derry."

A few of his followers, Lao Hei, were entrenched in the living room with their arms around the girl. Leaves and other things were placed on the table. All the curtains were drawn, and the inside was full of smog.

"Hey, Brother Aplus." Derry greeted him lazily, bumping fists and shoulders with him, "Sit down, is the mv going well?"

"It's okay, I'll see the editing effect in two days."

Follow him to an office, "I'll get straight to the point. Everyone is not satisfied with the progress of Suge Knight's announcement on the west coast, so I came to you." Song Ya didn't play tricks with him, and said directly : "You have to help us maintain the agreement announced jointly."

"Is it babyface?" Derry is a smart person, "He's always complaining, I've heard rumors several times."

"Not only him, Su Ge Knight didn't help us get those DJs at all." Song Ya said.

"ok, ok, I got it."

Derry let out a long breath with some helplessness, "I will pay for those djs myself, you can rest assured babyface, I will do what I promised in front of him."

This guy is quite authentic, "There won't be any problems with Sugenet, right?" Song Ya asked.

"Will not."

Derry waved his hand, "Don't mention him." It seemed that he also had a headache for that guy, "A TV station on the east coast wants to hold a rapper exchange event, but they don't want to make the scene too confrontational, probably It’s two singers sitting at the table like friends, drinking wine and freestyle, are you interested?”

"Forget it, my output is too low, and I'm not the kind of person who can write lyrics on the spot."

Song Ya quickly refused, he must not get involved in such things as a singer who relies purely on the apocalypse.

He was very satisfied with Derry's statement. After visiting the other party's house casually, he said goodbye and left.

The next day, he and Halle, who was wearing a rococo court dress, came to Spielberg's home with an invitation letter.

Catherine, president of Amblin Entertainment, and her husband welcomed the two of them in. In addition to the court attire of the seventeenth century, her husband was also heavily powdered, and a red mole was spotted on his pale face.

The two of them first apologized, the host Spielberg was not there due to something, it seems that the standard of this party should not be very high.

Sure enough, after going in for free activities, Song Ya found that the people who came were all Hollywood stars and executives of film companies. None of the giants like David Geffen and Spielberg appeared. Still a little disappointed.

Harry was very excited, she knew quite a few people, and frequently greeted the people she met.

'Kangdang...'

Not far ahead, a young white man staggered on the ground, threw himself on the waiter, and knocked all the wine glasses and plates dragged by the waiter to the ground.

"Let's go this way."

Harley took his arm and quickly led him away, "It's Robert Downey Jr., a troubled actor in Hollywood." She introduced in a low voice, "I'm currently filming Chaplin's biography, right next to your mv Studio, distributed by Columbia Pictures, released at the end of the year."

"oh."

Song Ya didn't care about the actor. He saw Brooke Shields. She was 1.83 meters and she was holding a handsome white man. The man was about 1.9 meters tall, taller than Song Ya, very handsome and very temperamental. Alright, let's look like a raunchy prodigal by wearing the clothes that look a little cheap and out of class.

"Aplus, right?"

Brooke Shields also noticed Song Ya, and she walked over with her male companion, "Hi, Halle."

The clothes on Brooke Shields were very high-end, extremely gorgeous, and she was holding a small folding fan in her hand and gently shaking it.

"Hey, do you know each other?" Harry asked.

Song Ya shrugged. Of course he knew him, but he had never dated him before. He felt that Halle beside him was a bit unnatural. Under the appearance and aura of the "Eighth Miracle", this might be a normal reaction of a woman, although He personally thinks that Brooke Shields' appearance has dropped a lot, "I know you, right, Miss Brooke Shields, who is this?"

"Liam Neeson." The man next to Brooke Shields offered his hand.

"Aplus." Song Ya held each other's hands, and he remembered that this person seemed to be Brooke Shields' Princeton classmate and his current boyfriend.

"Is Mira not here?" Brooke Shields asked.

"No." Song Ya shook his head. He didn't forget that the other party fell into trouble when Mira was besieged by the media. Of course, this is the reason why Mira's team first engaged in bundling hype.

"Ha." Brooke Shields put her fan on her mouth and chuckled, "I haven't seen her in Hollywood for a long time, here is a chance to say hello to her for me."

Song Ya is not interested in the war between women, "Sorry, I have no contact with her."

"Really? Hehe, have you seen Uncle Spielberg?" Brooke Shields asked instead, "I have something to talk to him about."

"He shouldn't be here." Song Ya replied, "Catherine just told me."

"That's it..." Brooke Shields glanced at her boyfriend beside her, and the other person's expression instantly became a little disappointed, "Then Catherine?"

"Uh...at the door just now."

Song Ya pointed the two over, "Why are they looking for Spielberg?"

"It should be for some movie role." Harley said, "What else can you come here for?"

There were almost all white people at the scene, few black people, and some were waiters. The two of them didn't see any acquaintances they could chat with, so they could only walk around with fake smiles and visit this mansion by the way.

"what the hell..."

When the two were admiring an oil painting on the wall, a thick black voice came from behind. Song Ya turned her head, and a black man who was about the same height as her was staring at her clothes, "You can't wear m-fxxk Want to be creative? Singer."

Don't blame him for being angry, the two of them collided in shirts, they were both dressed as musketeers, and they might even be produced by the same store.

"Samuel." Harry was very happy to see the other party, and went to hug him.

"Hey." Song Ya also stretched out his fist. He had an impression of the person in front of him. Harley's colleague when he was filming Jungle Fever, Best Supporting Actor in Cannes, Samuel L. Jackson.

Samuel Jackson put his arms around Harry and bumped his fists, "You also want to be amphibious? Like Escouber?"

"Me? I don't have this plan yet." Song Ya laughed.

"fxxk! What are you doing?" At this time, another black voice popped up next to him, Song Ya turned his head and looked, Spike Lee, the reason for the other party's anger...

"Okay, now we have enough three musketeers." Song Ya rolled her eyes helplessly.

"Well……"

No, there are four. This year, the young black director John Singleton, who won the Oscar for Best Director and Best Original Screenplay, appeared in the eyes of everyone with his female companion. It is the same as the uniform of the 17th century French musketeer, with his hands on his waist on the hilt of the sword.

"We...we have to disperse quickly..." Spike Lee said in a low voice, not caring to show his big mouth to Song Ya.

"Alright alright……"

"Let's go this way..."

Harley dragged Song Ya and chose to go with John Singleton on purpose, "Do you have any new film plans recently? Mr. Singleton." She asked the hottest black director today.

"Just call me John."

John Singleton, who became popular thanks to low-level black films like Boys on the Block, is still a little uncomfortable with this kind of occasion, "There are so many film appointments, I am a bit difficult to choose now." He said with a wry smile: "Probably I will make a custom movie for Jenny. .”

"Jenny Jackson?" Song Ya asked. It seems that apart from Mariah Carey, other divas have begun to gather in Hollywood. Whitney Houston is going to cooperate with Kevin Costner, Oscar's Best Director and Best Actor, and Janet Jackson made a move Just got the most anticipated black director.

"Yes, it's still in preparation." John Singleton didn't seem to want to say anything more.

"I want to go to the bathroom," said his girlfriend.

"I'll take you there." Harley held her arm politely, and gave Song Ya a wink before leaving.

Song Ya knew that this was asking her to chat with John Singleton more, so she started to find nothing to say.

"Is it the male protagonist? Probably looking for it from the streets of Los Angeles."

John Singleton misunderstood, and the first sentence blocked the possibility of Song Ya's participation, "Jenny doesn't want to use someone who is too famous."

"Do you have a goal?" Song Ya asked.

"Also a hip-hop artist, 2pac, do you have a relationship?" John Singleton asked.

"Once." Song Ya had a general impression of the grumpy West Coast gangster rapper.

"You know, I'm from the Los Angeles neighborhood." John Singleton said, "You can't ignore the people here."

"I see……"

Song Ya was thinking about a new topic in his mind when there was a sudden noise from the bathroom. He looked over and saw a black man pestering Harley. The two tugged and knocked down a sculpture stand in the corner.

"Let me go!" The strong pannier made it difficult for the women who came here, and Harley tried to shake off the man's hand, but failed. The man dressed as a pirate acted very rudely, pulling the back of her neck and cursing something.

"Hey! Fuck you."

Song Ya rushed over, and he recognized the man, the popular black actor who knocked Harley deaf in one ear, known as one of the best black actors in Hollywood, Wesley Streep.

I bumped into the woman who pestered me? That's just right, new and old grudges, no matter what happens to him, he just punches him when he rushes over. After crossing, he hasn't touched anyone before. The defensive muscular man fell to the ground with a 'bang', and passed out on the spot.

Harley was stunned, covered her mouth with her hands, looked at Song Ya, and then at the man with the dead body on the ground, suddenly burst out laughing, and threw herself into Song Ya's arms, "Thank you, aplus."

"It's okay, it's okay." Song Ya wiped the tears off her face for her.

Singleton rushed to the man on the ground in a few steps, breathed first, and then poured the wine in his glass on his face.

"Well……"

The other party shook, as if slowly waking up, it should be nothing serious.

"Everyone, everyone, it's okay, please continue." Catherine and his wife rushed over, looked at Wesley Streep on the ground, and then at Song Ya.

"Small skirmish."

Song Ya waved her hand, "That's it, I think we should leave too, sorry, Catherine."

Ending this unpleasant trip to the party, at Halle's insistence, the two came to her residence.

"What are you doing, Harry."

Song Ya lay on the bed and kept looking at her watch. After the woman came back, she pushed herself down on the bed, then entered the cloakroom and did not come out for a long time.

"I'm here." Finally, the woman opened the door and appeared in front of her with props...

This situation made Song Ya's eyes brighten, and his breathing became heavy involuntarily.

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