The captain of the business jet lost his usual reserve and went to the lounge to greet Ronald in person.
After Monday, the top management of the Wall Street investment circle is very busy. They may hope to recover their losses in America from foreign financial markets. For example, the boss of Quantum Fund, Solo, an Eastern European Jew, has gone to Tokyo to supervise the war.
Placed a large-scale short order.
Others are speeding up their coordination with the Federal Reserve and federal government officials, hoping that the federal government can break the government's night watchman rules and personally buy bonds and stocks to inject more liquidity into Wall Street and stabilize the situation amid the run.
situation.
But the number of these people is very small. More investors are trapped on Wall Street, keeping a close eye on the market, hoping to recover some losses from the rapidly changing market. And then deal with the investments that want to withdraw after the market closes.
People, begging hard.
Coupled with worries about the future situation, the business of business jets has shrunk rapidly. At this time, the business jet leasing company that was able to grab Ronald's business and set off from Los Angeles to New York was lucky, and the captain also made a breakthrough.
As a rule, come with the flight attendant to personally greet the VIPs who are still able to travel at this time.
"Hello, I remember you were the one who flew the plane last time I went to New York?" Ronald looked at the captain and looked familiar.
"It's us. I'm glad you can choose our company's plane." Coming with the captain was a beautiful stewardess. Her collar was intentionally left unbuttoned, and the hem of her skirt seemed to have been modified by someone, making her look casual.
charming.
Ronald nodded to them and said that the plane could take off on time this time because there were very few passengers on commercial flights, leaving the already busy airport a little empty.
"Ronald! Director Li! Let me in! I know him...let me go."
A real estate agent in formal attire, with meticulous hair and a hard-working look on his face, was fighting with the security guard at the entrance to the business jet lounge. He yelled into the room at the top of his lungs, causing other passengers inside to turn around.
"I know you, I know you." Ronald hurriedly let him in. Wasn't this the famous real estate agent near Beverly Hills whom Richard helped find last week? "Didn't I say, wait until I get back?"
, the financial market is in turmoil now, and I don’t want to buy a house at this time.”
"Hey," the agent straightened out his wrinkled clothes and said to Ronald flatteringly, "The latest news is that Mr. Lee. Stallone's house is for sale. Do you want it? His wife has officially proposed
During the divorce, the two of you can get a big discount in order to divide the assets. I was the first to get the news and I will come to you right away."
"If he wants a divorce, if I wait patiently, can I still lower the price?" Ronald knew that the house was located near the Golden Triangle Business District on the tramway near Beverly Hills. It was in a very good location, with all kinds of things nearby.
Boutique boutiques are slightly less private.
"Of course, if you can't sell it, it will go down. But if you really want to get this house, I think it's better to start early. After all, real estate here is very scarce, and there are many Japanese people looking to buy it."
The agent smiled flatteringly, he didn't believe in price reductions, be patient...Ronald Lee and Stallone had a grudge, so being able to humiliate each other by buying his house was a very rare opportunity.
"I don't have to get this house. The privacy there is not good. You should continue to help me choose from the properties north of the tramway near Beverly Hills." Ronald straightened his collar for him.
Then he and Richard turned around and walked towards the boarding gate.
"Okay! Mr. Li, I'll keep an eye on it for you. If the price changes when you come back, I'll be the first to notify you."
"I have not disclosed it to anyone..." Richard saw something was wrong and immediately swore to Ronald to clarify.
"It's okay. There are many people in CAA and Hollywood who know about this. After I come back, you have to be tight-lipped if you help me find another agent." Ronald waved his hand and said it was none of Richard's business. Even if he wanted to buy it,
If Stallone wanted to retaliate in person, he would not buy the house directly. He would have to find an anonymous fake buyer and then show up when the money and goods are cleared. Otherwise, if the other party takes the opportunity to raise the price, wouldn't it actually help the Italian Stallion?
But do you really want to play like this? It's rare to see Stallone's mouth crooked in anger... No, his mouth is already crooked.
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Ronald, who was thinking wildly, fell asleep deeply on the plane.
"Let the river flow!
Let all dreamers wake up this country!
Come, New Jerusalem!"
On the plane, Ronald seemed to be closer to God, and he dreamed of the same high-altitude view of New York City he had when he flew to New York last time.
The female voice singing is very high-pitched and bright, the melody of the song has a hint of the piety of a church choir, and the lyrics seem to be praising this new city favored by God, the holy city of capitalism, the new Jerusalem - New York.
The camera shot an office window from a high altitude. A blond woman wearing a suit with high shoulder pads was talking on the phone inside. Then the aerial camera slowly zoomed out, and more windows were pulled into the frame. There was busyness in every frame.
men and women talking on the phone.
Then more windows, more office buildings, and finally a cluster of office buildings beneath the entire city skyline.
Ronald recognized that this block was near Wall Street in Lower Manhattan.
This editing is quite clever. I didn't even recognize the editing point right away. It was a continuous long shot from close-up to super long shot. It was edited so seamlessly that it seemed like it was really shot on an airplane.
This shot requires a master editor, a master like Walter Murch, to participate in the design before shooting, and then also have to provide on-site guidance during shooting to achieve a suitable picture.
Ronald thought about how to take such a shot. He seemed to fly to the shooting scene in his dream: "Everyone is in position. Let's do it again. This time we must strictly follow Walter's instructions. Can we do it?" Ronald
De picked up the loudspeaker and shouted.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Ronald? It's easy for you to say, come and try aerial photography...it's so cold that your hands are stiff." It seemed that the photographer was unhappy.
"Don't be like this, let's do it again for the last time. I only applied for one day of shooting time." Ronald had no choice but to speak softly so as not to annoy the photographer.
"Why don't you do it yourself?" The photographer relied on the support of the union to show off to Ronald. People who are not union members and have not been registered with the photographers union are not qualified to take pictures.
"Fuck it, get on your own!" Ronald pushed the photographer away and got on the helicopter himself.
"Ronald, don't, it's dangerous... The Huey helicopter for aerial photography has no doors, come down quickly." A woman's voice seemed to be anxiously stopping Ronald.
"Ronald...Ronald,...Mr. Li"
"Ah...?" Ronald's dream was interrupted by the blonde flight attendant. She squatted beside Ronald, bent down and called softly.
"Um, are we here?" Ronald raised his head suddenly and almost bumped into the blond stewardess who had missed a button. He quickly rubbed his eyes and looked out the porthole.
Outside the window, there are thousands of lights. Manhattan, New York, at night, the light covers the moon in the sky. It is indeed the city that never sleeps, the new Jerusalem.
"Huh? Why don't the lights in many buildings seem to be on today? Even the lights in the World Trade Center are a lot weaker?"
Ronald didn't know if it was his imagination, but he always felt that the light of New York was starting to dim tonight.
…
"Why are there no lights in the offices here?" Ronald got out of the super-fast elevator of the World Trade Center Building and found that only the corridor on the destination floor had lights. In the offices on both sides, the lights that were always on even when no one was around were all turned off.
"As you can see, many companies that do hedging, stock index futures, and portfolio insurance businesses have been liquidated. So the tenants on some floors here have left and there is no one left.
I have complained to the building management and asked them to turn on the lights in the office. A skyscraper in Manhattan cannot turn on the lights just because the company is bankrupt..."
"Portfolio insurance, what is that?" Ronald knew about hedging and stock index futures, but he didn't know what portfolio insurance was.
"It is an innovative financial contract that will automatically stop losses after the stock price falls to a certain level."
The person who came to pick up Ronald this time was his old friend Steve Bannon. During the stock market crash, Bannon, because of his keen sense of smell (and also because a lot of money invested in the film business was not repaid), did not enter the market, so there was no loss.
.
He took Ronald with him to a large office in Building 1 of the World Trade Center. It used to belong to a company engaged in investment business. It went bankrupt during the stock market crash. Now it has been taken over and rented by Bannon at a low price. Even the furniture is not used.
Change.
"Mr. Tamura is here," Bannon's secretary came to announce.
"Ronald and I are going to greet him right now." Bannon pulled Ronald and went outside to meet Mr. Tamura, an industrialist from Mie County in central Japan who came specially to New York.
"Hello, Steve...ah, Ronald Sand, I like the movie directed by you the most. It's really great to see you this time."
A young Japanese who looked like he had received an American education and whose accent was different from that of the local Japanese, greeted them warmly as soon as he got out of the elevator.
"Tamura-san, welcome to New York." Bannon welcomed him into the newly rented office.
After inviting the other party to sit down, Bannon quietly moved the company manager's name tag on the table to one side and asked, "Uncle, what do you think of Minister Tamura this time?"
"Uncle said that Japan suffered relatively small losses in this stock market crash because of the policy effects of the Ministry of International Trade and Industry. The consortium hopes to contribute to stabilizing the financial order of Greater America..."
Tamura's uncle is the Minister of International Trade and Industry of the Cabinet in charge of Japan's economic order.
Within the Japanese civil service, there are two schools of thought that have different views on economic development.
One group is headed by the Ministry of Finance, and they are mainly central government civil servants who were passed the military examination by students from the University of Tokyo. They like the neoliberal policies of the current president of America and the ideas of the Monetary School. They believe that the economy only needs to allow entrepreneurs to develop.
The role of the government is to maintain the stability of financial and fiscal order and should not interfere in any way in the market.
The other faction, headed by the Ministry of International Trade and Industry, is a local faction from outside Tokyo. It is composed of non-Tokyo University graduates, civil servants who took the local civil service qualification examination, and political families who monopolize the qualifications of local representatives in local elections. They believe in
The government needs to be deeply involved in all aspects of economic development. It needs to propose industrial policies that are suitable for its own national conditions, and when a crisis comes, it needs to step forward to protect the economy.
The man in front of him was born in a political family in Mie Prefecture in the central part of the country. Three generations of his ancestors have been members of the Diet. He did not inherit his political status and became his uncle's political secretary. Instead, he joined the entertainment industry on his own. He owns a movie theater chain in the central region.
, has also produced several domestic films, and recently began to get involved in the television business with the assistance of a financial consortium.
Unlike other Japanese chaebols, he is also an international group oriented to America and is not limited to Japan's domestic system. This time he invested in Ronald's project, and it was also two other entertainment industry tycoons who led him to play.
"My uncle is a high-ranking official. They play with their high-level communication. Now that I am here, I still need to ask the two of you to help me find opportunities for cooperation between Hollywood and the Japanese film industry." Tamura has no high-level mission this time, but for his own
Business adventure.
Behind him are a group of second-generation children from wealthy families. Nowadays, Hollywood movies are very popular in Japan. If Hollywood and Japanese stars can co-produce some blockbusters, cause a sensation in Japan, and even win awards in Hollywood, then participate in this kind of
The people who work on the project will have more say in the family.
Ronald, Bannon and Tamura had a great chat. The young people wanted to expand their influence in the family. What could be faster than making a movie?
"Didn't their Tokyo stock market fall?" Ronald asked Bannon, why is there still money left to invest in us?
"It also fell, but the fall was so small that even Wall Street did not include Japan in the scope of Black Monday and gave them a separate name, called Blue Tuesday."
"Blue isn't that bad, is it?" Ronald thought to himself.
"This time, MITI's concept won. The government must not stay out of the financial crisis. Japan has given us a good experience. Now the Federal Reserve is considering comprehensive market support. In order to stabilize the financial market, they must also give up non-intervention.
the rules.
This is not only a problem for our country, but also a problem for the entire Western Alliance, and the stock markets of all Western countries have been affected."
Bannon still has some information channels on Wall Street. This time, there is actually very strong resistance to whether the government will directly rescue the market and take over the stock market.
Some people feel that it is not in line with the economic policy philosophy of the current leader, and some people think that doing so will allow those Wall Street giants who use leverage regardless of risks to make mistakes without being punished. Others object because they simply want to monopolize the latest developments.
News of the bailout caused another wave of gains in the stock market.
"Would you like to experience our New York style? I also have tickets for tomorrow's Yves Saint Laurent clothing launch." Bannon took out two tickets and waved them to Tamura who came back from the bathroom, "Senior designer from China
Customized clothing, there are many beautiful models, let Ronald go with you?"
"Hey, I have attended many fashion conferences like this in Tokyo, but they are not interesting. When you come to Tokyo, I will take you to play the latest entertainment called karaoke. The girls there are so beautiful."
"Okay, guests are welcome. Tomorrow we will visit more financial institutions on Wall Street that need help. When you arrive in Los Angeles, Ronald will accompany you." Bannon handed the ticket to Ronald.
"I have one too," Ronald thought to himself, "I have two more tickets. How about asking little Douglas to go with Donna?"
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"Didn't you say that Donna was coming?" Douglas Jr. shook his head from side to side. He was currently focused on helping George Jr. prepare for the primary election in New York. Today, he was pulled over by Ronald and sat in the front row of the auditorium.
"She said she was too busy at work and wanted to rest." Ronald replied in little Douglas's ear.
The live music started playing, and he and Little Doug sat next to the T stage, the best seats.
This was arranged personally by the designer Yves Saint Laurent. Originally, only Ronald had a VIP ticket. After hearing about Douglas Jr.'s background, he also invited him to the front of the T stage.
The decline of Wall Street seems to have been transmitted to the fashion industry. Today, many seats in the front row were vacant. After the show started, there were many men and women dressed like Saint Laurent staff and wearing YSL clothing to fill the empty seats.
"Dong dong dong dong..." Rhythmic music began to play, and models one by one walked on the catwalk and walked out from the entrance doors on both sides of the T stage.
YSL's new season clothes are all in business style. The exaggerated shoulder pads and masculine style of women's clothing are very distinctive.
This year's colors are mainly black and white. All the beauties are wearing trousers, with very high hairstyles, and high heels stomping on the floor.
"Click, click...", there were a lot fewer photographers coming today. The sound and flash were not enough to fill the T stage and blind the eyes of the audience below.
Ronald took off his sunglasses. He had prepared flash protection, but now it was no longer necessary.
Just then, a white model with a black man's wavy hair came out from behind. Pyramid-shaped earrings, paired with a small suit with high shoulder pads, a capable and sexy temperament rushed over his face, and he suddenly dominated
T stage.
"Bah bang bang..." This model was the last one to appear, and Ronald also started to smile and applaud with everyone. This model has slightly buck teeth, but overall she has a knowledgeable and sensible temperament. The small shortcomings make her even more attractive.
reality.
A model must undergo rigorous training, and she can walk the catwalk very well. A highly educated woman exudes a temperament from the inside out that is not ordinary and can only be compared to a model with a beautiful body.
Christy Turlington had a smile on her face. She glanced around the audience. Good models have the ability to make every audience member feel that they are seen by the model, especially those in the front row. It is very likely that they will buy it from them.
This beautiful dress.
"It's Ronald." Turlington glanced at the tall man, her mind wandered for a moment, and she exuded a charming smile from the bottom of her heart.
"Click, click", the photographer saw this smile that was completely different from a professional smile, and began to press the shutter to capture it.
"I have to leave first. Little George is having a meeting with us over there." Little Douglas finished watching the fashion show and uncharacteristically did not stay to think about getting to know the models.
"I'm going to meet with Donna later, won't you come?"
"No, she's very busy now, and she has to find time to deal with it when I go there. It's not good for her." Little Douglas smiled. He asked Donna several times, but it was difficult to make an appointment. When he did, it was just for a simple meal.
takeout.
"I'll bring it for you." Ronald laughed.
"Ronald, it's really a pity that you can't be my model."
Designer and founder of the YSL brand, Yves Saint Laurent, brought today's star model Christy Turlington to Ronald.
"Yeah, I think so too. It's a pity that when I see the stool, I want to sit down instead of stand up."
"Pfft... hee." Christy Turlington, who had filmed commercials and seen the director's chair, understood Ronald's joke about the director and let out a sweet laugh.
"However, next time I make a movie with a modern background, if you are interested, you can sponsor my male and female protagonists." What Ronald saw today were all fashions suitable for business occasions, and he thought of what he was going to shoot next.
The movie is the business elite in the skyscraper, and they are trying to attract sponsorship.
"Really? George (Armani) won't sponsor you?" Yves Saint Laurent is quite excited. His new season clothing conference is not as popular as before. If he can get a clothing sponsorship for a large-scale production,
It's also good marketing.
"His clothes are suitable for dinner parties. My movie takes place among business elites in skyscrapers. Maybe it is more suitable for YSL's style."
"That's for sure. The new season clothing uses the traditional classic color of black and white, which is suitable for business elites..."
Yves was overjoyed and finalized the cooperation with Ronald on the spot.
"I have a dinner party to attend. Would you like to order a custom-made outfit for a lucky lady?"
"The one Christie wore is pretty good." Ronald thought the suit with high shoulder pads was good.
"Well, I'll ask my assistant to leave a set of quotas for you, and then the lucky person will come to my store to measure the size."
Yves Saint Laurent and Turlington went back to socialize with other people. Before leaving, Turlington turned back and made a gesture of calling Ronald. As the new YSL main model, she has many
The occasion required her presence.
…
"This is what we're going to eat?"
Ronald also went to find Donna for dinner alone, but he didn't expect that she was still busy in the office. Donna put on her coat and said that she and her cousin would go to the Subway downstairs and have a big sandwich and Coke.
Dinner with my cousin.
"I am very busy right now. This kind of opportunity to watch the financial crisis is rare in decades. Mr. Simons said that investors who have experienced financial crises and investors who have not experienced financial crises are essentially two different things.
Humanoid.”
"Well, I haven't experienced it either." Ronald took a bite of the sandwich, which contained tuna, pickles, and cola. It actually tasted pretty good.
"Hmm, I've learned more in the past few days than in the past few months." Donna also took a big bite.
"For example, there are still people who hope to take advantage of the vacillation of people's hearts, take advantage of this fear, amplify it, and make money from it. The crisis is actually caused by these people and has not ended yet."
"There are still people like this? They can definitely make money?"
"Not necessarily, but there are indeed some. These people are full of confidence and have great gambling habits. For example, the boss of the recently established Quantum Fund, Solo."
"Then what does your company think of this crisis?"
"Mr. Simons said that this time he has strengthened his idea of using mathematics to manage investment decisions. He now feels that there is a missing link in his mathematical methods that has not been filled. Once it is filled, he can establish a new fund and use
Brand-new mathematical method management completely gets rid of the negative impact of human nature on investment."
"He still dares to use mathematics to invest?" Ronald shook his head. Now Wall Street is spreading rumors that program transactions controlled by mathematics and computer programs, as well as related insurance contracts, are the cause of this crisis."
"There is no right or wrong in mathematics, it is human error..."
"Hahaha, you're right." Ronald admired Donna's enthusiasm for work.
At this time, Wall Street should have been bustling with excitement, but the impact of the stock market crash was everywhere. In the entire Subway store, except for the brother and sister, there were only a few people who looked like Chinese students, eating the cheapest food at the table next to them.
combo.
A slightly shy boy with eyes turned around after hearing what Donna said. There seemed to be a hint of appreciation and gratitude in his eyes.
"Hi, are you from mainland China?" Ronald noticed that this unique temperament and relatively thin wallet are common characteristics of mainland students studying in the United States.
"Yes, my name is Zhang, hello. I major in mathematics, and I feel a little emotional when I hear what you said."
"Hello, Ronald."
This Xiao Zhang didn't seem to know how to socialize with others. He didn't speak after exchanging names, and just listened quietly to Ronald and Donna's chat.
"So what gaps does Mr. Simons have yet to fill? When can new funds be issued?"
"He said that there is still a problem about pattern signal recognition, for which no solution can be found mathematically. A huge amount of data is needed for a parametric model to identify the maximum expected value. I heard that we need to find a method called Hidden Marr.
Kovich...is not an expert on Marr's models.
He also said that if it hadn't been for his old colleague and Professor Chen who was not his expertise in this area, he would have filled in the gap long ago. The Chinese professor's mathematical talent is what he admires the most," said Donna.
Then I glanced at Xiao Zhang and thought that this person is also Chinese. I wonder if all Chinese are good at mathematics?
"You are talking about Hidden Markov Chains. Professor Chen Shengshen's specialty is eigenclass and manifold analysis. For this missing link of yours, you need to find an expert in cryptography or electronic engineering. Hidden Markov Chain
The problem of finding the expected extreme value of unknown parameters using Kov chain has applications in electronic engineering."
When Xiao Zhang saw Donna looking over, he told what he knew.
"Cryptozoology, electronic engineering, in this regard, which university is better to find experts?" Donna felt that this was a really knowledgeable person, so she quickly took out her notebook and wrote down what Xiao Zhang said.
"Your boss is James Simons, right? He is an expert in topological geometry and functionals. If he can't find it... Well, I heard that there are some people at Cornell who are using algebra to
Do stochastic analysis.”
"Hello, my name is Donna. This is my phone number. Can I call you to ask questions?" Donna decisively copied her phone number to Xiao Zhang. This kind of person has a good feel for mathematics, and maybe he can
How about hiring a company to do math?
"I'm more interested in number theory. I'm not an expert in applied mathematics. I'm afraid it won't be of much help to your question." Xiao Zhang waved his hand and did not take the piece of paper with Donna's phone number written on it. Instead, he reported a series of numbers that were his phone numbers.
Number.
"I came to New York to visit friends, and I'm going back to Purdue University soon, where I'm studying for a Ph.D. in mathematics. If you want to ask me any questions about mathematics, you can call me."
"You'd better take my contact information so I can contact you if you need anything." Donna pushed the note over.
"I've already remembered it in my mind." Xiao Zhang really has a good memory and the phone number he reported was accurate.
"What is number theory?" Ronald looked at the two science masters communicating and found that he could not understand what they were talking about.
"It's the study of positive integers and some conjectures about prime numbers. Do you understand prime numbers? That's it..." Xiao Zhang became very interested when it came to mathematics.
"Ah, I understand, I understand. An even number greater than 2 can be decomposed into the sum of two prime numbers." Ronald said a conjecture about prime numbers that everyone knows.
"Hey, how do you know Goldbach's conjecture? I have been in America for several years, and many ordinary people have never heard of this prime number conjecture."
"Isn't this... isn't this taught in middle school?" Ronald blurted out not knowing what was going on.
"It's true that I haven't been taught anything. How do you know that?" Donna looked at Ronald and was surprised. This cousin sometimes always knew a lot of scattered and unsystematic knowledge.
"Maybe I heard someone say that," Ronald said, and after sending Donna back to the office, he returned to the hotel.
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"Ronald," it was late, and Christie Turlington was late.
"Christie", Ronald saw that she had changed into loose clothes, like yoga clothes.
"Why, do you also practice yoga now?"
"Well, I found that yoga can help me stay energetic and maintain my weight." Turlington took off his hairpin and let his curly hair spread.
"How did you get such a hairstyle?" Ronald buried his nose in her hair, and the good smell came over her.
"Don't you like it? It's popular now." Turlington liked Ronald's fascination with him very much.
"Oh..." A sound coming from deep within her body came from her throat.
"By the way, for your custom-made clothes, you need to find a female companion to go to Mr. Saint Laurent's custom-made shop to have the size re-measured. Our clothes are all special. They are made for the purpose of displaying the clothes. Most people have to make them again."
Turlington turned back, touched Ronald's hair, and scratched it twice gently. She was also curious about who Ronald bought the new season clothes for.
"No need to change it, it's just given to you." Ronald felt very comfortable when he was scratched. "I think you look like a girl working on Wall Street when you put it on. It suits you. A model should have something that represents herself.
clothing."
"Thank you," Turlington said happily. "Mr. Saint Laurent seems to be very satisfied with me. Maybe I will serve as their endorsement model and take photos for fashion magazines."
However, Turlington's wish did not come true. The next day, all fashion media did not have any favorable comments about YSL's new season clothing. Everyone was criticizing the audience and the points that were not widely reported.
The high shoulder pads and women's men's style that represented the trend of the 1980s were also criticized.
Yves Saint Laurent was so angry that he returned to Paris overnight. During an interview, he said that Americans don't understand fashion at all.
The stock market crash on Wall Street inevitably spread to all walks of life, and the number of people in restaurants in the market dropped by several percent. Ronald also saw more and more gloomy faces in New York.
"Oh, how pitiful. Many of the wealth of American people is placed in the stock market, hoping to beat inflation and accumulate money for their own retirement and for their children's college tuition."
Ronald understands the thoughts of ordinary American people. The stock market crash does have a huge impact on the wealth of ordinary people.
Not only ordinary people, but also singers who earned more than movie stars in the 1980s were also greatly affected.
"Ronald, what you said last time was to appear on David Letterman's show. Does it still count now?"
Cher also pitifully found Ronald's agent and expressed her wish.
"I'll go ask, it should be fine."
"Do you agree to appear with your ex-husband Sonny?"
"Yes, he called me. We have a daughter. She wants to make a singing debut, and I have to do some groundwork for her."
"Just wait for my notification."
Ronald shook his head. In the economic crisis, dignity and face are all at stake. Now, doesn’t Xueer no longer consider the thoughts of her current boyfriend?