After mid-August, good news came from New York, "The Killer Leon" was officially closed. If nothing unexpected happens, the movie is very likely to be released at the end of the year.

In fact, Luc Besson also planned so. For the French fat man who was eager to enter the North American market and enter Hollywood, time was money.

Although Ryan heard from the fixed calls every week that Natalie seemed to be feeling a little depressed, she didn't take it seriously. For children who have entered rebellious puberty, it is normal for emotional instability. He is not Mrs. Shelley, and some women's problems are not something he should care about.

Since paparazzi and reporters could not catch him and Drew, the outrageous scandal between the two gradually dissipated with time. Besides, this is Los Angeles, where birds in the sky can poop, and maybe even a big star who is more famous than Ryan. There are too many gossips that attract the public's attention.

What made Ryan a little worried was that the Los Angeles Free Press seemed to have identified himself. A paparazzi fell behind him all day long, and it was difficult to get rid of him even with George's superb ability to get rid of him. This guy was just a dog skin plaster.

In just over half a month, Garcia had already replaced the cannon. In addition to the original telephoto camera, his outfit was completely refreshed. The little motorcycle had already given it to the car rental store and then changed to a second-hand Ford. Unlike ordinary paparazzi hip-hop style, he was dressed in a straight suit with flat sunglasses, which looked like a reporter from a big newspaper.

In addition, he moved out of a shabby motel and rented an apartment in West Hollywood to live a decent life.

Garcia was very enlightened. All these changes came from the boy in the Audi car ahead. The other party's bodyguard was very difficult and could easily get rid of the stalking of reporters and paparazzi. This created a chance for him. He could always take many exclusive photos every time, and easily get a four-digit bonus from the newspaper.

Ryan Jenkins is his own financial backer! Garcia has become a paparazzi who specializes in tracking Ryan. He also hopes that the teenager's career will flourish and that it is best to become the most famous person in Hollywood. In this way, the photos he captures will be more valuable, and he may be able to sell for a six-figure price one day.

My villa! My luxury car! My status! My future life... I all count on you. Ryan, don’t let me down.

To a certain extent, Garcia has also become a fan of Ryan. He hopes that he will become the brightest star in Hollywood in a short period of time...

"Hey, that guy is catching up again!" Ryan looked at the rearview mirror and found the familiar old Ford car.

"That guy is very difficult, has a keen sense of smell, and is a good tracking and analysis player." George said, who was driving.

"A good tracker?" Ryan seemed to remember something, but could not catch it. He shook his head and said, "Don't care."

Unlike those annoying mice and flies, the guy behind him is a little more elegant and is still abiding by the rules. Except for following behind to catch some cameras, he will not come to disturb him at all.

Anyway, he made up his mind that he would not see the troublemaker Drew Barrymore in the future. He asked him to take pictures, but he didn't have any shame, so he just treated it as free publicity.

After all, after experiencing the era of national entertainment, Ryan has a very good mentality and maintaining appropriate exposure will be of certain benefits to his future career.

The car arrived in front of the Rose Bowl Stadium. Ryan looked at the time, but fortunately he was not late. He greeted the staff who greeted him and walked towards the office area of ​​the stadium.

The Rose Bowl Stadium is renewing some internal facilities. You can often see a lot of busy workers. The stadium is huge and can accommodate more than 100,000 spectators. It is a professional football stadium.

Of course, as long as the venue is fine-tuned, it can become a professional football field.

The 1994 World Cup Organizing Committee of the United States was established here in Los Angeles. Just last month, Pai Jinsley and Hollywood Records had reached an agreement with them to create and sing a promotional song by Ryan to further promote the promotion of the World Cup around the world, especially North America.

As I said before, this is a mutually beneficial thing. Ryan needs to rely on the influence of football around the world, and the organizing committee needs to rely on his influence among North American teenagers. After all, it is not ten years later, and this is still a desert of football.

"Ryan, this is Mr. Joseph Blatt, the executive of FIFA."

Walking into the spacious office, Matt Drizzt, whom I met in New York last time, recommended both parties.

Ryan looked at the fat man with a slightly bald forehead, snorted with contempt in his heart, but shook hands with a smile on his face.

Unexpectedly, FIFA sent someone here too? Or this guy? Although Ryan likes football, he has no good feelings for football politicians. Most fans in his previous life know what Blatt is.

As for FIFA? It is the world's second largest sports corrupt agency. Its glamorous appearance is stinky black water. This later Mr. Chairman is also known as one of the most corruption sports officials in history. Someone in his previous life joked that if Blatter was tried by a British court, he would definitely be sentenced to 10,000 years in prison...

Maybe he would chant, "I was imprisoned for ten thousand years..."

Who is the largest sports corruption agency? Of course it is the International Olympic Committee.

It is said that the entertainment industry is full of dark stories, but in Ryan's opinion, compared to these people who engage in sports politics, Hollywood can only accept a disadvantage.

"Yes, I have the direction and inspiration to create songs." When the other party asked about the promotional song, Ryan said, "A Latin song, a Latin song full of passion."

At this moment, the staff came in with another woman and interrupted Ryan and the others' conversation.

"Hello, Maria."

Although it was not very familiar, I had seen it at several charity dinners and parties, and Ryan was the last to shake her hands.

This is an extremely tall woman, five feet nine inches long, completely different from Nicole's slenderness. She is a typical European and American big skeleton woman with a plump and sexy figure. Under the shade of her blonde hair, her black and white skin is shining like a chocolate.

That's right, this woman is a butterfly - Maria Kelly.

"Long time no see, Ryan, oh, you're taller again." Maria Kelly jokingly, and said, "Ryan, I'll invite you to sing, but you haven't responded."

"Come on, Maria." Ryan shrugged his shoulders playfully, "Who doesn't know that you have extraordinary creative talent, so how can I be ugly?"

"Who dares to say that you are talented in front of you? Now, we have the opportunity to create together."

In order to promote the 1994 World Cup across the United States, the organizing committee here on the United States has invested a lot of money, not only invited Ryan, but also Maria Kelly. The two will release a promotional song for different versions of men and women.

Maria Kelly has just debuted for a while and is still the super queen of the pop music scene that will be famous all over the world. Speaking of which, Ryan is envious of her talent and capital. The Butterfly has two super buffalo lungs and five octaves of high-pitched sound ranges. In this regard, even a guy like Ryan who has been blessed will be at a disadvantage.

In her previous life, the 1990s were undoubtedly one of the most glorious years of pop music. Four or five queens appeared in the European and American music scene. Maria Kelly was undoubtedly the best among them. Unlike the others, her talent in creation should be more prominent.

To be honest, Ryan likes her and Celine Dion's songs very much. Unfortunately, even in a few years, the eldest sister in the pop music industry is still Madonna Cicone. Even though her works in the late 1990s are no longer impressive.

I can't say that the other female singers didn't work hard. I can only say that Madonna became famous first and led the sexy era of female singers. Secondly, she is a standard white American...

Maria Kelly is a mixed-race girl, Celine Dion is a Canadian, Whitney Houston is a black man, Shania Donn is not only a Canadian, but also a country singer...

This is the recognition of mainstream American society. No one or an organization is able to change it. Implicit discrimination is everywhere. Even if it takes more than ten or twenty years, this will still be the case.

It's like a white American director or actor messing up an investment. At most, he can come back again after hiding for a while. If the director is replaced by John Wu from Hong Kong, he will have to go home in shame.

"Ryan, Maria, we're waiting for your song." Joseph Blatt said before leaving, but the hand holding the butterfly pinched it in a very concealed manner.

It's really a person who is old and never grows old! Ryan rolled his eyes, but unfortunately his ideas were too unrealistic. This is the United States, not Europe, and Maria Kelly is not an ordinary singer. Her fiancé is the president of Sony Records, so there is no need to give face to the old pervert.

After only Ryan and a few others were left in the room, Maria Kelly did not hide her disgust, took out the wipes from the tote bag, wiped them hard in her hands, wishing she could wipe off a layer of skin.

"These people are so excessive." Maria Kelly complained in a low voice.

"Okay, Maria, don't pay attention to that old guy. This is Los Angeles, not Zurich, Switzerland." Ryan said in a low voice.

"Don't mind..." All Americans present were all Americans, in a sense they were their own people, Matt Drizzt said, "Some people are always confused about the situation."

"Ryan, let's talk about your song." Drizzt changed the topic.

"What? Your song is ready?" Maria Kelly threw away the wipes and looked at it in surprise.

"There are songs and songs, but the accompaniment and other things are more troublesome..."
Chapter completed!