"Maria Miller, how do you know her?" Jason said, first surprised, then then realized, "Oh! I remember, did she look for your tattoo?" ”

Liu Yan said, "Yes, we had a very good exchange, she gave me an invitation to the birthday party, and she said that she also sent you an invitation." ”

Jason did receive the invitation, a long time ago, and if it wasn't for Liu Yan reminding him, he wouldn't have remembered it at all.

As a well-known person, his e-mail and physical mailboxes are filled with all kinds of letters every day, including invitations to performances and business negotiations...... It was impossible for him to deal with it personally, so he had a special assistant to help him read these invitations, and the assistant would screen out the more important ones, such as the last charity event, and also the birthday party of the Miller family's daughter.

In fact, every once in a while, Jason was invited to a celebrity-like party, and when he was younger, he was quite enthusiastic about going to banquets, but as he got older, he found this kind of event boring. Those who are worse than him will scold him, and those who are stronger than him will wait for him to go up and compliment them, will such an arrogant person do things like kneeling and licking? He is not unsociable, he just realizes that life is short and time is limited, and he wants to focus on what he likes more than these useless social interactions.

However, he will definitely attend the banquet that he thinks is valuable. Maria's birthday party was useless for him. Miller's family has a lot of money and a high status in American political and business circles, and if he goes to Maria's birthday party, the next day's media headlines may say that he wants to hug someone's thigh, or that he and Maria have a leg.

Therefore, Maria insisted on sending him an invitation every year, but he insisted that he did not know Maria at all - knowing this person and knowing him were two different things.

Knowing that Liu Yan was going to Maria's birthday party, Jason's stubborn thoughts were a little shaken.

He thought about it, should he also join in the fun?

After Liu Yan and Li Xiaoru left, Jason didn't go out to eat, stayed in the studio, worked overtime with everyone, their catering was all takeout, Scott left halfway, he was the boss, there were other things to do, before leaving, he told Cohen to send him the master tape in time.

The whole staff worked until nine o'clock in the evening, and finally finished the mastering of the new single, of course, this is only a rough version, and it will be refined later. After being idle for too long and getting busy, everyone is extra motivated, after all, there is a large bonus incentive ahead, and besides, everyone is a professional musician, and they all know the goods, and they believe that this new song is definitely another supernatural work of Jason.

By the last step of the progress bar on the computer, the mix had been rendered, but Cohen, who was sitting in front of the computer, was staring at the screen in distraction, Jason walked over and patted him on the shoulder, "Is the file ready?"

Cohen came back to his senses, "Oh, just generated. ”

"Then send it to Scott, what a daze!"

"Okay. ”

Cohen pressed the mouse, Jason stood next to him and watched, at this time there were only the two of them in the studio, the other employees were eating dinner and takeout outside, a rare opportunity to be alone, Cohen asked Jason the question he had been depressed all afternoon,

"Can I get the single release bonus you said earlier?"

This sudden topic surprised Jason, "Uh, you're not my employee here......"

Theoretically, Cohen and Jason are in a relationship of equal rank, both belong to Scott's record label and are responsible for different jobs, Cohen is a music producer, Jason is a singer, and their co-leader is Scott.

Jason's private recording studio, which he runs in another company, pays bonuses to his employees, and it is impossible for his "colleagues" to give them a copy. Cohen's bonus is Scott's responsibility, so Jason wonders, "What did you talk about with Scott's share? Did he deduct your salary?"

Cohen hid a big laugh, "Hahaha, I'm kidding!"

"You've been really weird lately," Jason looked at his dark circles and thin, sunken cheeks, "you're looking so bad, are you sick?"

"You're thinking too much, I'm just sleeping late," Cohen didn't want to talk about it, and turned back to his computer to get back to work, sending the file to Scott's mailbox.

"Oh yes, you send me another copy," Jason said.

"It's just a crude version, and there are still a lot of problems, don't worry about making trouble with me," Cohen knew Jason's pursuit of excellence, and he looked scared and didn't want to work overtime.

Jason smiled, "No, no, I just wanted to send it to Liu Yan, and I hope that she and her friends will hear the results of our cooperation together." ”

"Then you really value that Chinese woman," Cohen said with a hint of self-deprecation in his tone, typing in a string of letters, and after nearly a decade of working together, he remembered Jason's email address by heart.

The phone rings a receipt prompt, "That's it!"

Jason snapped his fingers, "I've worked hard for you today, let's call it a day and go home, although I can't pay you a bonus directly, it's okay to invite you to dinner another day." Jason's tone was like a treat to his subordinates, and a fire of depression ignited in Cohen's heart, and he lowered his eyes slightly and said, "Well, I'll leave when I'm done." ”

"Then I'll go first," Jason tapped him on the shoulder again and turned to leave the studio, and Cohen heard the others outside say, "See you tomorrow, J!"

"Bye-bye, boss!"

Cohen's gaze turned to the project file on the screen again, his eyes darkening.

After about half an hour, Cohen walked out of the studio, and Amanda was the only one left in the studio, leaning back on her office chair with headphones, humming happily, and playing with the piece of paper that Liu Yan had left her as a treasure.

Cohen asked her, "Why haven't you left yet?"

"I'm in charge of turning off the lights, locking the doors, and securing the entrances and exits, which is my job as a front desk," Amanda said disrespectfully to Cohen with a hint of sarcasm due to the previous minor friction, who made Cohen despise her work.

Cohen stared at the A4 paper in her hand, the Chinese characters on it were too eye-catching, "What is this?"

"My tattoo designs. ”

Cohen immediately thought of Jason's new tattoo pictures that made a lot of noise on the Internet, but unfortunately Jason wears clothes on weekdays, and he didn't have the opportunity to see the real thing, he knew that the tattoo was designed by Liu Yan, and the whole network knew about it!

"Hey, that Chinese woman did have two hits. ”

Amanda frowned, she hated Cohen's tone when she mentioned Liu Yan, contemptuous, and... Hate. She concluded that Cohen was a race, because as far as she knew, Liu Yan had no chance of provoking Cohen at all, and there was no interest between them.

It's really unlucky, she's known Cohen for five years, why didn't she find out that he was this kind of person before?

The conversation between the two could not continue, and the day was dead, Amanda looked at Cohen without speaking, and urged him to leave with her eyes. Cohen didn't talk nonsense with her anymore and walked out of here quickly.