781 There Is No Suspense (2/4)

Chapter 781 There is no suspense (24)

Of course, Yang Yi's show was the finale and was placed at the end, so after he sang the song, the extreme challenge charity concert also came to an end. Under Wilson's expectant gaze, Mo Xiaojuan took a look at the phone and nodded to him: "Let's go, Mr. Yang is waiting for you in the background."

Here's your chance!

Wilson got up quickly, tidy up his neat suit, and went backstage with Mo Xiaojuan in high spirits.

After a while, he saw Yang Yi, who had just changed clothes, walk in.

"So tall?" As he got closer, Wilson had a real understanding of Yang Yi's figure. He was considered a relatively tall figure, about 1.81 meters, but Yang Yi was a little taller than him, which was similar to his impression. Chinese people are not the same.

Of course, Wilson is a professional agent, so he won't get distracted easily at this time. He took the initiative to greet Yang Yi and introduce his origins.

"Hello, Mr. Wilson." Yang Yi shook Wilson's hand and smiled calmly.

Not very enthusiastic? The situation that Wilson feared arose.

In fact, when he communicated with Mo Xiaojuan for the first time, and watched Yang Yi's extraordinary temperament in the audience, Wilson had a faint hunch. After all, Wilson will also wander in the upper circles of the metropolis. He has seen people with the same temperament like Yang Yi, who are basically either rich or expensive!

Would someone with money and status be willing to surrender their status and join a brokerage company?

Of course, Wilson concealed this judgment from himself subconsciously. He expected Yang Yi to be an ordinary singer, hoping to enter a stage activity where he looked more advanced.

But now it seems that my initial judgment is correct...

Wilson still enthusiastically introduced himself and his company's strength in the American music field to Yang Yi: "...If you are willing to join our company and sign a music brokerage contract with our treasure brokerage company, we will do our best to provide you with the best services, image packaging, program promotion, record recording, etc.”

However, Yang Yi just listened to him politely after finishing these words.

Under other circumstances, Yang Yi would not agree to meet Wilson, and he has a lot of his own affairs. The contacts of these brokerage companies are basically handed over to Mo Xiaojuan.

But Wilson is the only one among those music managers in the United States who did not contact Yang Yi or his company by phone, the only one who chose to travel all the way to China, and even found the address of his company in Jiangcheng!

"...For your sincerity, I can't let you come so far and get closed. So I asked my agent to bring you to the magic capital and listen to you tell me about your intentions." Yang Yi Laughing to Wilson, "But, my friend, sorry, my answer is still no!"

"I will not join the US brokerage company, not only the treasure brokerage company, but also all the brokerage companies and record companies." Yang Yi also made it clear what he meant.

Wilson was very disappointed and tried to ask Yang Yi: "Can I know why? Because your music is really good, but it is not very popular in the United States, which is a pity, I can help you arrange the United States TV shows like Prada Talk Show, the most influential talk show in the country!"

"Prada talk show?" Yang Yi's expression was a little weird, "I remember you had a signed singer who suffered a lot on this show."

Mo Xiaojuan's actions were very fast. In just one night, she had someone check out Wilson's files from the United States—of course, these were all public, and there was no special confidentiality. So Yang Yi knows Wilson very well, even more than he knows himself!

"You know about Boone?" Wilson looked at Yang Yi in surprise.

"Sorry, I have to confirm the authenticity of your identity." Yang Yi smiled.

"Hey, it doesn't matter, it's not a secret. It's just that when I signed with Boone, I didn't know that he was a person with racist thoughts. After all, he and I are both white." Wilson said helplessly, "Then things happened. After that happened, the company terminated Boone's contract, and I was punished."

Yang Yi knows this, and he also knows that Wilson's luck is indeed relatively bad, and none of the artists he has dealt with can bring him much good results.

However, this person's character is not bad. Yang Yi can see from the information that even though his artists can't support the wall, Wilson still does his best to help them win all kinds of opportunities to turn over until the end of the contract...

Despite this, Yang Yi still rejected Wilson: "Sorry, I really don't have much interest in the music scene in the United States, and even if I want to develop in the United States, I will choose to open a company myself, I am not an ordinary singer, this I'm sure you already knew it!"

...

Sending off the disappointed Wilson, Yang Yi went to the lounge next door and met Murphy, Xixi and Xiao Jiao.

"Baba, you sing well!" Xixi was watching the show with her mother in the auditorium just now. She was excited and shook the small slap she should use, expressing her praise to her father.

"Is it just good to sing? Isn't Dad handsome at playing the violin?" Yang Yi teased Xixi and laughed.

"He's also super handsome! But, Baba, I don't understand the song you and Uncle Shan sang." Xixi handed the small slap to the "Ya Ya" Xiao Jiao who leaned over and reached out for it, and then twisted Guo Xiaobao said to his father, "Mama said, Mama said it was from Mama's hometown."

"Yes, Hokkien, if you want to learn it, your father or mother can teach you." Yang Yi smiled.

"To learn, to learn!" Xixi said cheerfully, jumping up and down.

"Learn from your father, he has patience." Murphy laughed while saying, "Your mother still takes care of her brother!"

Yang Yi touched Xixi's little head and changed the subject: "Xixi, did you and your mother donate the books you brought today?"

This charity gala does not sell tickets or collect donations, but only collect books from fans for donations to children in poverty-stricken areas, and each person must bring at least six books.

Of course, Yang Yi couldn't let Xixi fall for such a meaningful activity. He had already prepared a donated book for Xixi.

"Donated! Mama asked my little aunt to take me there. There are a lot of books there, and the table is so big and long..." Xixi enthusiastically described the scene of donating books to her father.

"That's great! You know, if you donate these books, there will be a lot of brothers and sisters who don't have money to buy books to read." Yang Yi said to Xixi gently, "You are helping them."

...

On the way back to the hotel, Murphy found out that Yang Yi had rejected Wilson. She picked up Wilson's information curiously, turned two pages, and saw a familiar word.

"This Wilson is from Texas!" Murphy turned to Yang Yi and said.

Yang Yi's father-in-law's farm is also in Texas.

"Yes, but he works in New York, a brokerage firm in New York." Yang Yi said.

Murphy didn't have much interest. She followed Yang Yi and talked about going home during the summer vacation: "When are we going to go to my Baba's place? My mother reminded me when I called last time."

"When Xixi graduates from kindergarten, we'll go there. We're going to stay with my dad for a summer vacation, about two months. It's going to be a long time, don't worry!" Yang Yi laughed.

"It's not that I'm in a hurry, it's my parents who are in a hurry. They haven't hugged Xiaojiao yet!" Murphy said with some emotion.

"It's almost two weeks away!" Yang Yi hugged Murphy's shoulder and comforted.

"Yeah!" Murphy nodded slightly.

It was quiet in the car, after all, it was very late. After Xixi was excited, she was now dozing off beside her father.

Yang Yi pondered on the side: "Yes! It's a long time to stay in the United States for two months!"

What can be done for such a long time?

At this time, Wilson's words echoed in Yang Yi's ears again.

Otherwise, in the United States also impress these foreigners a little, right?