"I think next time we do a talk show, we need to bring those two along." Rip proposed, "How about making them the lead actresses in my music video?"
"Of course that’s okay. But I think your MVs are always so risqué and informal, he might not be satisfied," Tommy said.
Rip sighed, realizing he had to compensate in other ways.
Soon, they drove back to the city center. Allen Zhang asked Bailey and the Beggar Gang Disciples to drive to Armed Nation, while he went with Sieg and Blitz to a luxury villa in West Hollywood.
The patrol officers had changed shifts and, as usual, stepped forward for an intercept investigation. Allen Zhang had no choice but to call Tommy and ask him to come out quickly to meet them.
Not long after, Tommy and Rip arrived with their people, explained to the officers that they were acquainted, registered, and then led everyone into the villa area.
Parking the escort vehicle at roadside, Allen Zhang followed Tommy and Rip into the VIP box on the second floor of the villa, where the other party’s men and women in bikinis had already started partying.
"Thank you so much for all you’ve done for me, our record sales plans remain unchanged, here’s a toast to you!" Rip took out a bottle of prized red wine from the cabinet, priced at 28,888 US dollars per bottle.
Pouring red wine for Allen Zhang and others, he cheered: "Cheers!"
Allen Zhang tasted the grape wine, which was sour and astringent, with a sweet aftertaste.
Rip sat on the sofa, waved over a few beautiful women, and the General Sect Leader did not refuse this time, enjoying the massage services, and reminded, "Things have been smoothed over for you, we also need to settle the agreed compensation now."
"Of course, buddy, I’m not the type to skip out on debts! In fact, I’ve already told Tommy, not only will I give you an 800,000 US Dollar reward, I also want to invite you to join our record sales plan! I might need to visit other states for offline events and will need your people to escort me," Rip explained.
"Why don’t you just hire security personnel from the PMC company?" Allen Zhang wondered, "Our main business is selling arms, not providing security."
"Those guys can’t be relied on, I’m going to Miami, and it’s really chaotic there," Rip expressed his distrust for those mercenaries who run away faster than their employers when trouble strikes.
"Ok, I agree, you can just have someone contact Sieg privately, he’s the head of Armed Nation," Allen Zhang considered for a moment and agreed.
Rip also cheered, gestured for the prepared cash to be brought forward, and placed it on the table, "Buddy, take it! This is all yours! If the record sales breakthrough five million US dollars, I’ll give you an extra 10% bonus! If it exceeds ten million US dollars, you’ll get a 20% bonus!"
Allen Zhang looked at the thick stacks of Paper Currency, feeling exhilarated, suppressed his emotions, and waved his hand to let Sieg go over and count the amount.
Seeing his generous business dealings, he also raised his wine glass, "Pleased to work with you!"
"Pleased to work with you!"
Another glass of red wine went down.
The blonde, blue-eyed girl nearby gazed at the cash, her eyes practically melting.
"Next up is our party program! We’re going all-out tonight! No one leaves!" Rip raised his eyebrows in exhilaration, lit a leaf cigarette, and declared the start of the fun time.
The underlings in the room were also sitting at the drum racks, keyboards, fiddling with the instruments, playing a rap song.
Couldn’t understand a word, but it sure sounded exciting.
This was the General Sect Leader’s first time attending a large gathering, a bit uncomfortable, the loud music made his head spin, and after sitting for a while, he went out for some fresh air.