Masaki glanced at the staff in the foyer, rolled down the window and handed over a golden invitation. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The staff subconsciously took the invitation letter, saw the beautiful English letters on it, and subconsciously read it out: "Dear Your Excellency Masaki, the Grammy Music Festival sincerely invites Your Excellency to participate in the 41st Grammy Music Festival Awards Ceremony, and congratulates Your Excellency Masaki on being shortlisted for the Grammy Music Awards."

The staff member looked at the gilded invitation in her hand, and then looked at the political discipline in the taxi outside the door, and she even wondered if she had drunk too much? This man with an ordinary oriental face who sat in a taxi and was dressed in ordinary clothes was actually shortlisted for the Grammy Awards! What happened to this world? This rich man's taste is really peculiar now, and is it popular to take a taxi to attend such an important ceremony?

"Can I go in, please?" Masaki asked with a slight frown when he saw the staff in a daze, and heard the urging horn of another luxury car behind the car.

Masaki's voice woke the staff from surprise, subconsciously stood up, respectfully handed the invitation to Masaki with both hands, this time with a bright smile on his face and whispered: "Of course, respected sir", after speaking, manipulated the car stop pole to lift, and threw a seductive wink to Masaki.

The taxi in the isolation zone on both sides of the onlookers in the surprised eyes, slowly towards the door, the driver's face slightly became a little red, fortunately because of the color of the skin can not be seen, just now the reaction of the masado and the doorman, it is not difficult for him to guess that the masaki may also be a guest, now this moment, may be the most glorious moment of his taxi life, in a group of tens of millions of luxury cars, in the isolation zone onlookers curious and surprised eyes, "majestic and high-spirited" driving.

"Hey, what's going on with that taxi in front? Do you still allow taxis to come in and pick up passengers?" As soon as the masaki car left, another luxury car stopped at the doorman, and a man with an explosive head and colored sunglasses looked at the taxi in front of him, and asked the staff with a slightly unhappy expression on his face, as if he felt that the appearance of the taxi had lowered his grade.

"Ah, you're Mr. Arthur, you're here too, the one just now is another guest, but I don't know him", the staff looked at the man in the luxury car, with a look of surprise on his face.

"It's also a singer, and you actually came in a taxi? Do you want to be in the limelight?" Arthur said thoughtfully when he heard that he was recognized, a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he looked at the taxi where Masaki was.

In the taxi, Hu Yu looked at the curious eyes of the crowd outside the car, his face was slightly red, pinched Zhengji's waist, and said in Chinese in a low voice: "Such a grand ceremony, let's take a taxi, isn't it too alternative?" I knew that I went to rent a luxury car in advance yesterday, and you look at my dress today, isn't it very rustic? When I asked you to bring the company's makeup team together, you were troublesome, but now it's good, I feel that we are going to be ashamed."

Zhengji smiled slightly, and said to Hu Yu: "Even if you do what you say, no one here will be able to recognize us! Some things can not be made up for by external things, not to mention, we are not here to show off our wealth, nor are we here to pageant, why do we care what car you take or what clothes you wear? And I see that you are dressed very beautifully today!"

Hu Yu listened to Zhengji's words, subconsciously looked at his dress, and sighed helplessly, for Zhengji, she was not angry at all, no matter what he did, it gave her a feeling of doing what she wanted, sometimes, she couldn't see through Zhengji, these days of getting along day and night, she also understood that Zhengji was not short of money, after all, when he talked about business a few days ago, he used 100 million to measure the unit of money, it can be seen that he is a very rich man, although he doesn't know the source of his money, but he dares to take it out to invest must have his regular source, 10 billion, how much is thisNot to mention anything else, even among the high-ranking officials and aristocrats she has been in contact with since she was a child, there are only a handful of people who have so much liquidity, and even the current market price of Xingyu Entertainment is probably far less.

But such a man with a net worth of tens of billions is extraordinarily simple and casual in life, in his words, it is to eat and wear, just as you like, you don't have to pursue any high-end grades, if she is a stranger, I am afraid that when you see Zhengji, she will not associate him with a rich man, Zhengji gives her the feeling that she is like a wise ascetic who has experienced the world, and those nouveau riche who pay attention to style and grade are very different.

"Dude, it's here, it's twenty dollars in total," the brother wiped the sweat from his face and said to Masaki.

Zhengji nodded, handed over a bill with a face value of one hundred dollars, and said casually: "Don't look for the rest, tip", which can be regarded as a thank you for the half of the tour guide of the right brother.

"Okay! Thank you, I wish you a happy life", the elder brother obviously didn't expect Masaki to be so generous, this fee is rare, he said to Masaki and the two with a warm and flattering smile on his face.

The car door opened gently, Zhengji got out of the car with a warm smile on his face, gently opened the car door for Hu Yu again, and got out of the car with Hu Yu, who was not very convenient to move in a dress.

The two people who walked out of the taxi suddenly felt that the atmosphere around them was a little wrong, and the scene was a little too quiet.

The two people who walked out of the taxi suddenly felt that the atmosphere around them was a little wrong, because the scene was a little too quiet, Zhengji looked back, whether it was the onlookers, or the foreign stars in fancy costumes, they all looked at Zhengji and Hu Yu with their mouths slightly open at the moment, and the photographer seemed to have forgotten his work, and looked at these two men and women who were out of step with the environment in surprise.

In fact, it's no wonder that in the Grammy ceremony that pursues fancy clothes and eyeball attraction, Masaki, an ordinary suit with no bright spots, is like a student wearing a school uniform suddenly broke into a party like an outlier, coupled with this more eye-catching taxi (taxi), under the combination of the two, it turned out to be the protagonist of the scene carpet by mistake, and inadvertently became the focus of everyone.

"Ohgod, man, you have to teach me how you came up with such a good idea?" An exaggerated hip-hop voice interrupted the silence, and a black man in hip-hop clothes with explosive hair stepped forward quickly, and unexpectedly put his arm around Masaki's shoulders.

Masaki was slightly stunned, obviously he didn't expect this man in his thirties to be so familiar, he smiled, and staggered away from the man's embrace without a trace.

"Wait, let me guess, you must be Korean, no, you must be Japanese! Are you also nominated?" The black man said curiously as he looked at Masaki when he saw Masaki who was not close to him.

"Why must it be these two countries? It's a pity, I'm not either, I'm Chinese," Zhengji looked at him in surprise, shook his head and said seriously, while walking towards the door of the museum, the surrounding people After experiencing the initial curiosity, not many people will notice the inconspicuous Zhengji and Hu Yu at this time, and the camera, none of them came to Zhengji's side.

Zhengji and Hu Yu are like two unrelated tourists at the moment, and they can no longer attract any media interest, after all, the two Eastern faces are no match for the superstars who have arrived one after another.

The black man looked at him in surprise when he heard Zhengji's answer, and seemed to be very surprised, in his impression, since the beginning of the Grammys, the number of times Chinese people have been nominated can be said to be zero, and moreover, Huaguo is also a strange country to him, in his feelings, Huaguo is a backward, undemocratic, and extremely backward country in the cultural industry, but now, there is a Chinese who has been nominated, how can this not surprise him? At the same time, his interest in Zhengji has become more and more intense.

Suddenly, there was an unprecedented commotion on both sides of the street, and then there was a deafening cheer, and Masaki saw a scene that had never been seen before, and everyone's faces were filled with excitement, that excitement, that worship, as if the onlookers had become fanatical religious believers in an instant!

Not only fans, but also many celebrities in the sight of Masaki also showed the same expression.

"Michael!"

"Jackson!"

Different voices, the same words, gradually, the voices merged into one sentence, echoing in the sky above the Staples Center in Los Angeles, everyone's eyes, all the cameras, were on the ordinary business car at the end of the road.

Michael Jackson, this god-like figure in the music world, the emperor superstar! At this moment, he is walking down from the business car with a smile on his face, his trademark curled hair, straight nose bridge, bright eyes, and white and somewhat sickly complexion, which cannot affect his peculiar personality charm at all, and his clothes are still as distinctive and fashionable as ever!

Masaki felt his breathing a little faster, he felt that his eyes were slightly moist, no one could understand his mood at the moment, it was a sense of time and space dislocation to see the deceased person appear in front of him again, once he was also one of Michael's hundreds of millions of fans, once he used to practice this Michael's dance moves all night long, if he wants to say that he is chasing stars, then Michael Jackson is his only idol.

He couldn't imagine that such a person who had been loved and cared for by thousands of people would return to his hometown one day less than ten years later.