Writing Web Novels In America-Chapter 265 - 270 I Want to Sing The Theme Song

New York, an apartment in Queens County.

Once a reasonably well-known African girl singer, Beyoncé was looking at her computer.

Last year, after she expressed her desire to go solo, activity for Destiny’s Child had come to a standstill.

And Beyoncé herself, at the age of 15, had flopped unexpectedly.

"Is the income from the record even less than from broadcasting?" She shook her head, her dirty braids flying about.

Just then, her father and manager, Matthew Norris, burst into the room excitedly.

"Beanie, that bestselling author has agreed! Now, you are the prototype of the African girl in that bestselling book!"

"I’m Too Rich?" Beyoncé sneered. "That’s basically the name of a rap song!"

"Don’t be willful!" her father chided. "Take a look at that thing called... Twitter."

"Even girls with no fame can start getting attention because of that book."

"This is a good opportunity for you!"

"Psh, that’s because the main character had relations, but the African woman in the book didn’t have relations with the protagonist, did she!"

"Just look, even though there were no relations, it’s still quite intimate, and there’s plenty of screen time!" Her father picked up the mouse and entered the directory of "I’m Too Rich."

Beyoncé looked at her father, sighed, and then resigned herself to looking at the computer screen.

After the African BFF found out the protagonist Carl was very wealthy, their interaction officially began.

The protagonist, unable to hide it any longer, simply had to confess the truth.

"How much, a billion US Dollars?" the African girl cried out incredulously.

"Shh!" Carl quickly made a silencing gesture, glancing around.

"So, the Porsche is yours, and not Fiona’s boyfriend’s?" the African girl finally caught on. "That means, that guy is a fraud and a car thief?"

Carl shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands.

"That’s your sister!" the African girl yelled angrily, and then she turned and left.

"Can I stop her?" Carl smirked and quickly chased after her.

From then on, every time the African girl wanted to say something to Fiona, the protagonist would interfere desperately.

It wasn’t that the protagonist didn’t want to do something for his decent sister; it was just that her ability to keep secrets was too poor—if Fiona knew, it would almost be the same as Frank knowing.

At that time, for the sake of money, Carl would be forced to do the last thing he wanted: find someone to take care of Frank.

To avoid being discovered, Carl began to use material temptations, what he was best at.

"Fiona, you..."

"Have you heard? Hermes is on sale, just for today." Carl interjected.

"We can’t afford it anyway," Fiona replied offhand.

"But she can afford it!" Carl pointed at the African girl and winked desperately.

The African girl thought it over with her race’s unique mindset and felt it would be alright to leave it for another day.

After all, there was plenty of time!

"Sorry, ma’am, you’re required to be dressed appropriately here," a waiter said to the African girl, politely gesturing for her to leave.

Carl watched his girl-next-door in a situation of embarrassment and pulled out his membership card processed by his lawyer, "It’s okay, she’s with me."

The protagonist thought the African girl would be affected by the recent incident and was about to console her.

But unexpectedly...

"Wow, I also have a Hermes bag now!" Her nerves were so thick, she didn’t care about the incident at all.

"Where did you get these things?" the African girl’s boyfriend, a white trash, asked angrily. "Were you kept by a rich guy?"

"No!" the African girl pointed down, "No one has been in there except you!"

"This isn’t right," Carl sighed silently at the window.

It wasn’t about the fear of spending money; on the contrary, he was very happy to share with others.

"But to move so many luxury goods home, it will soon give the game away."

"What’s your dream?" Carl asked the African girl, beating around the bush.

"Of course, it’s to be a singer, my idol is Mariah Carey!"

A singer, huh?

The very next day, Carl rented out a recording studio.

"I’m so nervous, how about you be my manager?"

"The sound engineer said you’re very talented, you’ll definitely succeed," Carl nodded helplessly. "So, train harder and stop wandering!"

But as he stepped out of the studio, he told the sound engineer, "Success doesn’t really matter. The main thing is to let her have fun and make sure to encourage her a lot!"

"Wow, your boyfriend is so good to you!" a staff member said enviously to the African girl.

"Where did you go, singing? Stop dreaming!" her boyfriend looked at her in disbelief.

Finally, after a long period of questioning, the African girl and her boyfriend broke up.

"I don’t know whether to thank you or to resent you," she said to Carl, drunk and furious. freeweɓnovel~cѳm

"Speaking of which, the company is going to hold a concert for you!" Carl hurriedly consoled her and sighed inwardly, "We have to find some temporary actors, she mustn’t give up!"

"A heartbroken woman, loves to chat with her BFF the most!"

"A concert?" The African girl, emboldened by the alcohol, stared at Carl, and then kissed him.

"I’m still a minor..." Carl yelled.

She pointed to her lips, "That doesn’t count as a crime."

"Is this what they call no relations?" Beyoncé frowned and continued to read.

Then, because Carl didn’t know music and randomly collected songs, there happened to be a song that became popular.

"Your song made it onto the B chart, a real agency wants to sign you!" the protagonist looked at the African girl, relieved.

"No, I don’t understand anything," the African girl kissed the boy, 6 or 7 years her junior.

"I only trust you, you won’t covet my money."

Alright...

Beyoncé nodded, "If someone would do that for me, I wouldn’t mind having relations either."

"By the way," she turned to look at her father, "according to this plot, there should be some interludes in this movie."

"Can I sing those interludes?"

Er...

Her father looked at his daughter’s hopeful eyes and swallowed nervously.

"Among the people we know, no one has that power."

"But I heard, that bestselling author seems to have a certain decision-making power over the cast, right?"

"Wang Jian?" Beyoncé murmured softly and turned back to the computer.

It’s said that the novel is based on reality and his fantasy.

So, does that Asian bestselling author suggest something through the fictional plot?

Beyoncé clicked into the topic area and found that the three white girls were all very popular.

Even if they weren’t successful, they could gain a lot of popularity...

"It seems... this is also a good choice!"

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