Yang Yi's performance was, of course, the finale. After he finished singing, the Extreme Challenge Charity Concert also came to an end. Under Wilson's expectant gaze, Mo Xiaojuan glanced at her phone and nodded. "Let's go. Mr. Yang is waiting for you backstage."
Here's my chance!
Wilson quickly got up, tidied up his suit, and followed Mo Xiaojuan backstage in high spirits.
Not long after, he saw Yang Yi, who had just changed his clothes, walk in.
"So tall?" Only when he got closer did Wilson have a real understanding of Yang Yi's figure. He was considered to be relatively tall, about 1.8 meters tall, but Yang Yi was even taller than him, which was different from his impression of Chinese people.
Of course, Wilson was a professional agent. He wouldn't be distracted easily. He took the initiative to greet Yang Yi and introduced himself.
"Hello, Mr. Wilson." Yang Yi shook Wilson's hand and smiled calmly.
His reaction wasn't very enthusiastic? The situation that Wilson was worried about appeared.
In fact, when he first communicated with Mo Xiaojuan and saw Yang Yi's extraordinary temperament, Wilson had a faint premonition. After all, Wilson was also in the upper-class circle of the metropolis. He had seen people with the same temperament as Yang Yi. They were basically rich and respectable!
Would a rich and respectable person be willing to lower his status and join a management company?
Of course, Wilson subconsciously concealed this judgment from himself. He hoped that Yang Yineng was an ordinary singer, hoping to enter a stage that seemed more advanced than him.
But now, it seemed that his initial judgment was right …
Wilson still enthusiastically introduced himself and his company's strength in the American music industry to Yang Yi. "… If you're willing to join our company and sign a music management contract with our Treasure Management Company, we'll do our best to provide you with the best services, such as image packaging, program promotion, record recording, etc."
However, Yang Yi only listened to him politely.
If it had been any other situation, Yang Yi would not have agreed to meet Wilson. He had a lot of things to deal with, so the contact from these agencies was basically handled by Mo Xiaojuan.
However, Wilson was the only music manager in America who did not contact Yang Yi or his company through phone calls. He was the only one who chose to travel all the way to China and even found the address of his company in Jiangcheng!
"… Based on your sincerity, I can't possibly let you come all the way here only to be rejected. That's why I asked my agent to bring you to Shanghai to listen to your intentions, "Yang Yi said to Wilson with a smile." But, my friend, I'm sorry. My answer is still no! "
"I will not join any management company in the US. Not only Treasure Management Company, but I will also join all management companies and record companies." Yang Yi made his intentions clear.
Wilson was very disappointed. He tried to ask Yang Yi, "May I know why? It's because your music is really good, but it's not very popular in the US. It's a pity. I can help you arrange a TV show in the US, like Prada Talk Show. It's the most influential talk show in the US! "
"Prada Talk Show?" Yang Yi's expression was a little strange. "I remember that one of your contracted singers suffered a huge blow on this show."
Mo Xiaojuan was very fast. In just one night, she got someone to find Wilson's file in the US. Of course, these were all public and there was no special confidentiality. Therefore, Yang Yi knew Wilson very well, much better than he knew himself!
"You know about Boone?" Wilson looked at Yang Yi in surprise.
"Sorry, I have to confirm the authenticity of your identity," Yang Yi said with a smile.
"Sigh, it's okay. Actually, it's not a secret. It's just that when I signed the contract with Boone, I didn't know that he was a racist. After all, he and I are both white. " Wilson said helplessly, "After the incident, the company terminated the contract with Boone, and I was punished."
Yang Yi knew about all these. He also knew that Wilson's luck was really bad. The artists he had worked with did not bring him any good results.
However, Wilson's character was not bad. Yang Yi saw from the information that although his artists were hopeless, Wilson still tried his best to help them fight for all kinds of opportunities until the contract ended …
Even so, Yang Yi still rejected Wilson. "Sorry, I'm not that interested in the US music industry. Moreover, even if I want to develop in the US, I will choose to open my own company. I'm not an ordinary singer. I believe you already know this!"
…
After sending off the disappointed Wilson, Yang Yi went to the lounge next door and saw Murphy, Xi Xi, and Tong Tong.
"Papa, you sing so well!" Xixi, who had been watching the show with her mother in the audience, was still very excited at this moment. She waved her little paw and expressed her praise to her father.
"Is it just that I sing well? Am I not handsome when I play the violin? "Yang Yi teased Xi Xi and laughed.
"It's also super handsome! But, papa, I don't understand the song that you and Uncle Dan sang. " Xi Xi handed her little hand to Tong Tong, who was leaning over and stretching out his hand. Then, she turned her little head and said to her father, "Mom said that Mom said that it's the language of Mom's hometown."
"Yes, it's Hokkien. If you want to learn, either of us can teach you," Yang Yi said with a smile.
"I want to learn, I want to learn!" Xi Xi said happily as she jumped around.
"Learn from your father. He's very patient." Murphy said with a smile, "Your mother still has to take care of your brother!"
Yang Yi touched Xi Xi's little head and changed the topic. "Xi Xi, did you and your mother donate the books that we brought today?"
This charity gala didn't sell tickets or collect donations. It only collected books from fans to donate to children in poor areas. Everyone had to bring at least six books.
Yang Yi certainly couldn't let Xi Xi miss out on such a meaningful event. He had already prepared the donated books for Xi Xi.
"I donated them! Mom asked my aunt to take me there. There were so many books and the table was so big and so long … "Xi Xi described the scene to her father excitedly.
"That's very good! You know, by donating these books, many brothers and sisters who can't afford to buy books will be able to read them, "Yang Yi said gently to Xi Xi," You're helping them. "
…
On the way back to the hotel, Murphy learned that Yang Yi had rejected Wilson. She curiously picked up Wilson's information and read it. After flipping through two pages, she saw a familiar word.
"Wilson is from Texas!" Murphy turned to Yang Yi and said.
Yang Yi's father-in-law's farm was also in Texas.
"Yes, but he works in New York. He works in a New York agency," Yang Yi said.
Murphy wasn't very interested. She took the opportunity to talk to Yang Yi about going home during the summer vacation. "When are we going to go to my father's place? My mother urged me the last time she called. "
"When Xi Xi graduates from kindergarten, we'll go there. We'll stay with our father for another summer vacation, about two months. It's a long time. Don't worry! "Yang Yi said with a smile.
"It's not me who's anxious. It's my parents who are anxious. They haven't held Tong Tong before!" Murphy said with some emotion.
"Soon, in less than two weeks!" Yang Yi put his arm around Murphy's shoulder and comforted her.
"Okay!" Murphy nodded gently.
The car quieted down. After all, it was very late. Xi Xi was so sleepy that she dozed off next to her father after her excitement.
Yang Yi, on the other hand, pondered. "That's right! We have to stay in America for two months. That's a long time! "
What can we do in such a long time?
At that moment, Wilson's words from before echoed in Yang Yi's ears.
Why don't we leave a deep impression on the foreigners in America?
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