Hong Kong: Rise of the Kings.

Chapter 692 0680 [Three million, sign you for thirty years]

"what?"

Everyone at the scene was stunned.

Everyone looked stupidly at Du Yongxiao, the "uninvited guest" who suddenly appeared.

Miss Keith looked in disbelief.

Boss Witte looked surprised.

Michael Jackson was stunned when Du Yongxiao handed over his business card.

"It's fake, it must be fake! How could it be such a coincidence?" Ji Si woke up immediately, pointed at Du Yongxiao and said: "He must be cooperating with this damn singer in acting! Yes, that must be the case! Otherwise what? Will you sign him as a singer on such an occasion and at such a time? Look at his sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, how does he look like a big star? Damn it, are you trying to fool me? I'm very smart!"

Others nodded after hearing this -——

"Yeah, what a coincidence!"

"Is this a Chinese? Chinese people seem to be very poor!"

Faced with the doubt, Du Yongxiao just smiled, flicked the business card in his hand, and handed it to Michael Jackson again: "Take it, take a look first! I really want to cooperate with you sincerely."

What Du Yongxiao said is absolutely true, he is really sincere in signing Michael Jackson.

Others don't know it, but he knows very well that in the future, the pop music scene in the United States and even the world will be dominated by this black guy in front of him!

The "moonwalk" he created will be popular all over the world and stand out from the crowd.

Mike looked at Du Yongxiao and finally reached out to take the business card.

At this moment, Mike was also filled with doubts.

He didn't believe that Du Yongxiao was a big shot. After all, there seemed to be very few wealthy Chinese in the United States.

Mike looked at the business card——

The business card is very beautiful, gold-plated, and has a charming perfume smell.

Holding it in your hand gives people a sense of luxury.

Mike's heart calmed down a little, and he looked at the writing on the business card again——

President of Phoenix Pharmaceuticals in the United States, Du Yongxiao, whose English name is John Du.

"Uh, Phoenix Pharmaceuticals?" Michael Jackson was stunned for a moment. The name of this company seemed very familiar in his mind. What was it?

Suddenly, he remembered!

My black father who likes to whip himself with a whip likes to swallow a drug when he is drunk. It seems that this drug is manufactured by Phoenix Pharmaceuticals!

By the way, that’s it!

Mike's eyes suddenly lit up. This pharmaceutical company seemed to have been listed in the Wall Street Journal and became the most promising listed company in the future.

It's just a pity that this pharmaceutical company is said to be too strong and seems to be backed by Chinese capital. In addition, the super tycoon Rockefeller holds shares. There is no need to go public to make money and accumulate funds, so it has not been listed yet.

Could it be that the Chinese in front of me is the mysterious Chinese tycoon?

Michael Jackson looked at Du Yongxiao in disbelief. Du Yongxiao was too young, only twenty-four or five years old, but the miracles he created made Mike dumbfounded.

"He is only a few years older than me, but he is already the big boss, and I am still a street singer--" Mike felt sorry for himself.

At this time, Du Yongxiao's voice sounded in his ears again: "How are you, Mike? You have also seen my business card. I am now preparing to enter the European and American music scene. Yes, I need a powerful singer to open up the market. I think you are very suitable." "

"Am I suitable? Do we know each other, friend? It seems that I don't know you at all, and I have never met you. If you just want to help me and help me out, then I thank you. As for signing a contract or something, just Don't mention it again." Mike said neither humble nor arrogant.

Du Yongxiao nodded secretly, no wonder he became a top king. This kind of personality that is not afraid of ridicule and unwilling to be helped by others fully reflects Mike's self-esteem and self-improvement.

"Yes, we do not know each other, but I have listened to your songs and seen your performances, and I am very impressed by you! You five brothers, right? Your family has been running a song and dance troupe, and you have been doing it since you were five years old. Being encouraged to sing, dance, and learn musical instruments——" Du Yongxiao told some personal things about Michael Jackson that he knew in his previous life.

Others around him were fine, but Mike himself became more and more frightened as he listened!

That Ji Si also became more and more frightened as he listened.

Because only she and Mike know many of Mike’s private things, but now——

Could this Chinese guy in front of me really be a Mike fan?

After Du Yongxiao finished telling what he knew, he looked at Michael Jackson again with a sincere look in his eyes: "So now, dear Mr. Mike, you should believe that I know you very well, right? You should understand that I didn't sign with you on a whim. I didn’t sign you to help you out, but because——”

Du Yongxiao took a step forward, patted Mike's shoulder, and looked into his eyes: "I admire you!"

A word of appreciation is worth a thousand words.

Mike's heart moved, and he looked at Du Yongxiao who was about to speak. Next to him, Ji Si laughed and said: "Oh, hey, it's so touching! You admire him very much, right? You want to sign him as a singer, right? So, may I ask this I don’t know where the gentleman or the boss comes from, how much signing bonus can you give him? Is it one hundred dollars or three hundred dollars?”

"Hahaha!"

People around laughed.

The Witt boss also laughed: "Yeah, I don't know any Chinese bosses in Washington! God, where did this come from, and which company president is it?" with a mocking look on his face.

Mike looked ugly.

Du Yongxiao said calmly: "If Mr. Jackson is willing, I am willing to spend three million US dollars and sign him for thirty years!"

boom!

The scene exploded!

what?

three million,

Thirty years?

Three million is definitely not a small number in this era. On the contrary, it is an astronomical number!

Especially for an unknown artist like Mike, it is simply an unimaginable astronomical figure.

Boss Wit was stunned for a moment.

He was also shocked by the three million dollars.

Ji Si was even more stunned. She suddenly came back to her senses and sneered: "Three million US dollars? God, are you kidding? Three million US dollars to sign this singer. I don't think you are a fool. I really doubt whether you can do it." Get the money out!"

"Yeah, I'm not afraid of being tongue-tied when I say big words! There are three million US dollars, take it out if you can!"

"Hahaha! I guess he can't take it out!"

"Who can prove that he spent three million?"

There were constant jeers all around.

Mike's face turned red. He felt that Du Yongxiao was a good person and he said the three million just to help him. Now that Du Yongxiao was being laughed at, he felt uncomfortable.

at this time--

"I can prove it!" A loud voice said, "This Mr. Du Yongxiao can not only spend three million, but even more! Yes! I can prove it!"

"Ah, it's Mr. Carter!"

"Senate Carter?"

"Democratic Speaker Carter?"

There was a commotion.

The person who came out at this moment was the future President Carter, whom Du Yongxiao had lunch with.

Boss Witt knew Carter.

Everyone else knows him too. You know, Carter, as the spokesperson of the Democratic Party, gives speeches on TV all day long. It would be strange not to know him!

Even more people have heard that Carter will be a representative of the Democratic Party and run for president in the future!

Who doesn’t know such an awesome person?

Now Carter actually supported Du Yongxiao, which surprised everyone.

"what's the situation?"

“Who is this Chinese guy?”

Everyone had to look at Du Yongxiao again with strange eyes.

In full view of everyone, Carter walked up to Du Yongxiao with a smile, stretched out his hand and said: "Hello Du, I thought you didn't come, but I didn't expect you to be here!"

Du Yongxiao shook hands with Carter, "I'm sorry, something has delayed me."

"I know. I saw everything that just happened." After Carter finished speaking, he turned to look at Mike and said, "Young man, seize the opportunity! Since Mr. Du thinks so highly of you, you must not let him down!" Mike also said I knew Carter, but it was all on TV. I didn’t expect to see him in real life here today. I was so excited that I couldn’t speak.

Du Yongxiao said: "Okay, Mike! If you don't mind, now I want to have dinner with Mr. Carter, together?" After saying that, he looked at Mike with sincere eyes.

"What, you, you, you invited me and Mr. Carter to have dinner together?" Mike was excited and speechless.

"Yes, are you willing?"

"Yes!" Mike nodded vigorously.

Du Yongxiao shrugged and looked at Carter again: "Mr. Carter, you don't mind, do you?"

Any other white people, especially those with status, would definitely mind eating with a black person, but Carter is an exception. In his previous life, Carter was hailed as "Mei Renzong" by the Chinese people, but he is a good person and has no race at all. discriminate.

"Of course, you can! I'm happy!"

Under the gaze of everyone, Carter led Du Yongxiao and Mike towards MGM's most famous Western restaurant.

Behind him, Boss Witt looked envious. It was an honor to have dinner with a famous political figure like Carter.

Others also looked envious and jealous.

Only Jisi gritted her teeth, clenched her fists, and said in the direction of Mike: "Damn, how could this happen? You will never be successful in your life, yes, absolutely impossible!"

……

In the western restaurant——

Michael Jackson sat at the dinner table very reservedly.

The whole Western restaurant has a weird atmosphere.

At the next table were some pot-bellied white men, who belonged to the upper class of American society.

The restaurant decoration also reflects this, so those who can spend here are either rich or expensive.

but now--

The diners turned their heads to look at Carter's table from time to time.

Carter's table was really out of tune with the surroundings.

There were only white people at his table, but there was one Chinese and one black.

Carter noticed the strange looks from the people around him, glanced at the reserved Mike, and then at Du Yongxiao and said: "Sorry, dear friends! You can completely ignore their vision! Yes, anyone who has such a vision is short-sighted. people!"

Du Yongxiao didn't care about this and just smiled lightly.

Mike was a little unnatural.

As a black man, he has been accustomed to this kind of discrimination since he was a child.

"It's okay, Mr. Carter! God has said that all living beings are equal! Whether they are black people, white people, or us yellow people, they are all God's masterpieces! As you said, anyone with discriminatory eyes is short-sighted. In addition, they are also discriminating against themselves, because people should not be distinguished by skin color, but by soul! A person with a perfect soul, no matter what skin color he is, is the most worthy of admiration and respect!"

"Well said! Come, dear Du, let's drink a toast to your words!" Carter took the initiative to raise his glass.

Du Yongxiao smiled and glanced at Michael Jackson.

Of course, Jackson understood that what Du Yongxiao just said was to him, so he smiled gratefully at Du Yongxiao and raised his glass.

……

The meal was very harmonious.

At least everyone had a good meal in the end.

Mike had never eaten in such a high-end restaurant, and he even ate one more steak.

Du Yongxiao and Carter had a great conversation.

Carter used words to test whether Du Yongxiao could serve as a donor to support the Democratic Party.

Du Yongxiao's answer is OK, why not?

Carter received this satisfactory answer and smiled from ear to ear. He knew that today's meal was a "fulfillment of merit" and that he had won another "big water pipe" for his Democratic Party.

Lunch is over.

Carter personally sent Du Yongxiao and the others away.

Du Yongxiao got in the car and looked at the ice and snow. Mike wanted to take a taxi. In fact, Du Yongxiao doubted whether he could pay for the taxi.

So Du Yongxiao took the initiative to invite Mike to get in the car and give him a ride.

Mike was a little embarrassed because he lived in a ghetto where only black people lived.

Du Yongxiao was not surprised at all, he just said: "By the way!"

As Michael Jackson said, the Thirteenth District is indeed one of the poorest places in Washington.

In other places, the government sends people to clear the snow, but here there are piles of snow and no one cares about it.

Black children were either playing football in the snow or playing basketball in front of the basketball hoop.

Looking around, all the people walking around the block are black people.

Seeing such a luxurious BMW approaching slowly, all the black people looked at it sideways.

"Damn, who is this rich guy?"

"God, who is coming to us?"

Some people who usually behave badly secretly took out their switchblade knives, ready to find the right opportunity to rob.

A moment——

The BMW stopped and Michael Jackson got out of the car.

Seeing that Du Yongxiao was about to drive away, Mike hurriedly opened his mouth and said: "That Mr. Du -" he hesitated.

"What's going on?" Du Yongxiao had already seen four or five black men approaching, and he knew that they were carrying knives and had been working as policemen for so long, so he still had this understanding.

So Du Yongxiao got out of the car directly, then intentionally or unintentionally lifted up his windbreaker and showed off the gun at his waist.

"Damn, it could be the police officer!"

Some sharp-eyed black people could see clearly that the holster of Du Yongxiao's gun had the word police on it.

So the black men quietly put the switchblade back.

"That's it, Mr. Du, that me..." Mike didn't know what to say and looked a little embarrassed.

"You want to ask about the signing, right?" Du Yongxiao had already guessed what he was thinking, "If there is no problem, you can call me tomorrow and I will arrange for someone to contact you!"

"Ah? I'm fine. I'll definitely pass tomorrow!" Mike said in surprise.

"So the signing bonus -" Mike tried again.

Du Yongxiao smiled: "If you are willing to sign a contract with me for thirty years, then three million and one cent will not be missing for you!"

boom!

The scene exploded.

"What three million?"

"Mike made three million?"

These black people lived in the same neighborhood and all knew each other. At this moment, they looked at Mike with wide eyes and disbelief, and then at Du Yongxiao.

Du Yongxiao said no more, waved to Mike, got in the car, and left.

Only Mike was alone and messy in the wind!

"Three million, is it true?"

(End of this chapter)