Inside an apartment in Queens, New York.

Beyoncé, once a well-known African-American girl singer, is looking at the computer.

Last year, after she expressed her desire to fly solo, the activities of the "True Girl" group came to a standstill.

And Beyoncé herself, at the age of 15, is inexplicably flop.

"The income from records is not even comparable to that of broadcasting?" she said, shaking her head, her dreadlocks flying.

At this time, her father and agent, Matthew Norris, rushed into the room.

"Benney, that best-selling author agreed! You're the prototype of the African-American girl in that bestseller!"

"I'm so rich?" Beyoncé pouted, "That's the name of a rap song!"

"Don't be willful!" the father taught, "Look at the call... Twitter stuff. ”

"Even girls who are not well-known can start to be sought after because of that book. ”

"This is a good opportunity for you!"

"Cut, that's a relationship with the protagonist, but the African-American woman in the book didn't have a relationship with the protagonist!"

"Take a good look, although there is no relationship, it is also very ambiguous, and there are a lot of scenes!" The father picked up the mouse and entered the catalog of "I'm Too Rich".

Beyoncé looked at her father, sighed, and looked helplessly at the computer screen.

After the African-American girlfriend discovers that the protagonist Carl is rich, the interaction between the two officially begins.

The protagonist saw that he couldn't hide it, so he had to confess the truth.

"How much, a billion dollars?" exclaimed the African-American woman.

"Shhhh

"So, the Porsche is yours and not Fiona's boyfriend?" the African-American woman finally reacted, "In other words, that man is a liar and a car thief?"

Karl shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands.

"That's your sister!" the African-American woman shouted angrily, and then turned away.

"Can I stop it?" Karl pouted, and hurried after him.

From then on, every time an African-American woman wanted to say something to Fiona, the protagonist desperately interrupted.

It's not that the protagonist doesn't want to do something for this competent sister, it's just that her ability to keep secrets is too poor, and Fiona knows about it as much as Frank knows.

At that time, for the sake of money, Carl had to do the last thing he wanted to do, find someone to kill Frank.

In order not to be exposed, Carl began to use the material temptation that he was best at again.

"Fiona, you..."

"Did you hear that Hermes is on sale, only today day. Carl interjected.

"Then we can't afford it. Fiona replied casually.

"But she can afford it!" Karl blinked desperately, pointing at the African-American woman.

African-American women thought about it with their race-specific brain circuits and decided that it would be okay to talk about it another day.

After all, there's still a lot of time!

"Sorry ma'am, dress appropriately is required. The waiter looked at the African-American woman and politely gestured to ask her to come out.

Carl looked at the sister next door with an embarrassed look, and took out the membership card that the lawyer had handled for him, "It's okay, she's with me." ”

The protagonist thinks that the African-American woman will be affected by what happened just now, and is about to comfort her.

But I didn't expect...

"Wow, I have a Hermes bag too!" The other party's nerves were so thick that he didn't mind at all.

"Where did you get all this stuff?" asked the boyfriend of an African-American woman, a white trashman, "Are you being taken care of by a rich guy?"

"No!" the African-American woman pointed down, "No one has been in here except you!"

"That won't work!" Karl sighed silently as he stood at the window.

It's not that he's afraid of spending money, on the contrary, he's more than happy to be shared with him.

"But with so many luxury goods moving home, soon, they will definitely be exposed. ”

"By the way, what's your dream?" Carl asked, knocking the African-American woman.

"Of course it's a singer, but my idol is Maria?? Kylie!"

Singer?

The next day, Carl rented a recording studio.

"I'm so nervous, why don't you be my agent?"

"The recording engineer says you're talented, and you're going to make it. Carl nodded helplessly, "So step up your training and don't go around anymore!"

But when he walked out of the recording studio, he said to the tuner: "It doesn't matter if she succeeds or not, the main thing is to let her play, you must encourage her more!"

"Wow, your boyfriend is so nice to you!" the staff looked at the African-American woman enviously.

"Where have you been, singing, stop dreaming!" the boyfriend looked at the African-American woman in disbelief.

Finally, after a long period of questioning, the African-American woman broke up with her boyfriend.

"I don't know if to thank you or resent you. She looked at Carl drunkenly.

"By the way, the company is going to hold a concert for you!" Carl hurriedly comforted, while sighing in his heart, "I have to find some extras, she must not give up!"

"A lovelorn woman loves to chat with her girlfriends the most!"

"Concert?" The African-American woman looked at Carl fixedly with the strength of the wine, and then kissed him.

"I'm still underage," Karl shouted.

She pointed to her lips, "That wouldn't be a crime." ”

"Is this called not having a relationship?" Beyoncé frowned and continued to look down.

Then, because Carl didn't understand music, he collected songs indiscriminately, and one of the songs happened to be popular.

"Your song is on the B list, and there is a real agency that wants to sign you!" The protagonist looked at the African-American woman, relieved.

"No, I don't understand anything. The African-American woman kissed the boy, who was six or seven years younger than her.

"I only trust you, you won't be greedy for my money. ”

All right...

Beyoncé nodded, "If there is someone who can do this for me, I don't mind having a relationship. ”

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

"Can I sing these interludes?"

Belch...

The father looked at his daughter's hopeful eyes and swallowed his saliva.

"None of the people we spoke with had that power. ”

"It's just that I heard that the best-selling author seems to have a certain right to decide the cast and crew, right?"

"Wang Yan?" Beyoncé muttered to herself, turning her head to look at the computer.

It is said that this was created based on facts, as well as his fantasies.

So, is that Asian-American best-selling author using plot to imply something?

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

Even if you don't succeed, you can get a lot of heat...

"Seemingly... Also a good choice!"