Chapter 18 Troubles

Kurt was perplexed; he couldn't understand where John's rage came from; the paparazzi that irritated him was simply an issue that every celebrity had to face and adapt to, but John's outbursts were a bit of an exaggeration.

"Hi, John. What's up with you? Didn't you have paparazzi following you when you initially gained fame? I assumed you'd already used to it. Isn't it a bit much for you to be furious right now? Besides, isn't this correct? What effect do you want?"

Kurt asked in an unusual tone.

"I...well, I don't know what's wrong. Maybe I'm a little anxious. Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore. How is the game company's situation?"

John felt as if all of the strength in his body had suddenly vanished, and he couldn't complain, so he inquired depressedly.

"You will adapt to this kind of life! We have made an appointment with them and will soon organize people to conduct an assessment. You will be required to participate in the final negotiations."

Kurt found John's dejected tone amusing. It was incredibly hypocritical.

"Okay, nothing happens anymore. I'm dead. Damn it, a bunch of Bitches!" John cursed, reluctantly.

Kurt couldn't help but shake his head and grin as he hung up the phone, "It's really a child's temper, but this is just the beginning. How could I miss this good opportunity? Who would be in trouble with Meidao?"

After that, he dialed a phone and said, "Hey, Richard, are you, Universal, really interested in signing John and releasing a record for him? What? Of course, no problem, leave everything to me, me and you explain..."

"Pa"

John dropped the gossip magazine on the dining table and stared at the newspapers and magazines that were thrown across it. Although he did not appear on the front page of numerous big newspapers, he did take up a significant amount of space on other pages.

John lifted his head and sighed. He couldn't trust the reporters' professional ethics. When he saw the bright headlines, he was completely taken by surprise. They definitely ruined his rhythm.

"I really have a headache now. These damn paparazzi have dug out all the photos of John committing suicide. These big newspapers are even more ruthless. The reports are very detailed. The amount of hundreds of millions in them is scary enough. I How the hell didn't you know I had hundreds of millions in cash!"

During breakfast, Liu Yan stared at him with blank eyes, which drove people insane. He grabbed up the sandwich on the table and chewed it hard.

Although there are no particular statistics for the sale of talent show rights in these publications, due to the estimated figures provided by ITV insiders and NBC's purposeful marketing, practically all of them refer to him as the "youngest billionaire".

According to various reports, this is a typical American dream: a high school student wrote a novel and published it; he left New York and moved to Los Angeles; after two years of silence, he did not give up and relied on perseverance; he achieved success, demonstrated his talent, and gained spiritual sublimation.

As if it has tickled the itch of mainstream American culture, the number of blogs and newly registered Facebook fans has begun to expand at an alarming rate due to the continuing promotion of media stories.

Of course, for the purpose of sales, those gossip rags retook all kinds of embarrassing and bad tales during John's two years of silence and resold them. These reports were extremely messed up.

Fortunately, he achieved these accomplishments on his own and did not rely on family support, which kept some people who despised the wealthy from disliking him or causing trouble for their family.

After finishing his breakfast angrily, he opened the curtains. There were more than a dozen reporters outside the villa's iron gate, some of whom had been squatting for several days, and the rest were all new arrivals this morning. It appeared that this was going to happen, and it was consumed in front of his house.

Depressed, he took out his phone and contacted Kurt, "Hey, how are things doing at work?"

Kurt had a cigar in his mouth and leaned on the boss's chair with a relaxed expression on his face. Thinking of the reporters outside the office this morning, he couldn't help but smile and said, "What else can I do? It's great. Now, our company is well-known. Several television stations and production firms have inquired about purchasing the rights. I've already posted the concepts for Good Voice and If You Are the One, and I believe someone will contact them shortly."

"Shet!"

John cursed secretly. He should not have questioned him. He wished reporters would be around him all day. "You can handle the company's affairs. How are the game company's affairs? I'll buy it for about the same price. After the acquisition, I want to leave Los Angeles and find a place to hide."

Hearing John's bitter comments, he curved his lips and said: "I just contacted Nelson, and we will go to San Francisco together tomorrow. Also, let me tell you good news, I hired two people from Blackwater for you. Bodyguard, after all, you are the youngest billionaire now, and safety comes first!"

Kurt was taken aback by Kurt's statements and eventually smiled stupidly, "You can do whatever you want! "I'm hanging up."

Although John's parents were aware that their son's work had sold tens of millions of copies, they were nonetheless taken aback by what they read in the newspaper.

"Is our son a billionaire now?" Is he the youngest? Hundreds of millions in cash?" Li Wenting held the newspaper in a trance, pointing to her son's portrait and asking.

"It should be about the same, but I heard from Nielsen that it seems that he bought all Apple stocks."

Auston had recovered from his amazement; as soon as he saw the newspaper, he called Nelson for a more exact depiction.

"My son is so awesome, I need to call right away..." Li Wenting awoke from the shock and eagerly grabbed her cell phone.

Auston was dumbfounded as his wife yelled and talked on the phone with her son. He picked up the newspapers and magazines on the table and began to read them, and the smile on his lips revealed that he was also very happy and proud.

Gao Xiaosong and Xi Youmi, who moved into a new home in Los Angeles, were even more surprised when the cheery youngster they drank and chatted with unexpectedly became a genius writer and the youngest billionaire.

"Husband, do you believe this?" Xi Youmi abruptly inquired.

"Haha, how could it be fake when all of the reports were released? It was obviously printed in the newspaper, wasn't it? I just didn't anticipate the distance between what he looked like previously and what he looks like now to be that large, especially given his terrible history."

After being stunned, Gao Xiaosong instantly calmed down and smiled while holding a gossip magazine containing John's embarrassing images.

"Well, that's true. I used to be so slim, mostly because I felt too decadent!" Xi Youmi glanced over and commented.

As new acquaintances, the two of them began to converse word for word. They were still intrigued by John.

The American media seemed to be full of enthusiasm for John, a gorgeous, talented, and wealthy young talent, from the moment they began paying attention to his music until the current financial crisis.

Girls are virtually attracted to his wonderful figure and handsome face with a captivating grin, and more significantly, he is very affluent. It is simply a piece of diamond flesh that causes people to hang down three feet.

As we all know, a new idol is born, and the American people generally appreciate John's evaluation. They don't criticize him too much for the disharmony that existed during the trough period, because who hasn't been young? Instead, they admire John for his ability to rise from the trough and reach new heights through hard work.

Kurt, Xuele Publishing House, NBC, and Independent Television were all overjoyed because the "Talent Show" program was a huge success and Kurt became a well-known figure. Xuele Publishing House was also pleased to see the program's sales figures skyrocket. The program's popularity has also grown significantly.

The real biggest beneficiary was sitting in the gym, sweating profusely, wearing boxing gloves, and swinging the sandbag left and right without any finesse, resulting in a dull impact.

His strength was becoming abnormal, and he felt confident that he could easily blow up the sandbags.

After venting, John removed his boxing gloves, tossed them aside, grabbed a bottle of mineral water from the rest chair, and sipped.

The coolness that penetrated his heart cheered him up. He breathed, wiped the sweat off his face with a towel, and stared at the still moving sandbag. "It's time to find a coach." Fighting like this is incredibly dull!"