My absurd experiences in North America over the years

Li Fu was unsurprisingly kicked out.

Gadot used an unusually strong force, as if he were her enemy; this was probably a concentrated outburst of resentment.

Seeing her determination, Li Fu had no choice but to comply. The courtyard gate slammed shut behind him, its echoes reverberating in the quiet night.

The two security guards glanced in this direction but made no move, perhaps even feeling a little smug.

Just because you have money doesn't mean you're all that great. You still got kicked out, didn't you?

This is probably the most common resentment towards the rich, and it's the same everywhere in the world.

Li Fu was helpless, but he did not leave immediately. Instead, he stood outside the courtyard gate, took out a cigarette case, and put it in his mouth.

The night wind blew from the end of the street, tilting the smoke to one side, turning it into a thin, grayish-white line under the streetlights before it quickly dissipated above his hair.

After kicking Li Fu out, Gadot did not immediately return to the house, but leaned against the courtyard gate, her chest heaving violently.

She regretted it after her emotional outburst, but it was impossible to go back to a few minutes ago, and she could no longer open the door.

Otherwise, in Li Fu's eyes, wouldn't she be completely unreasonable?

Li Fu leaned against the car door and smoked most of a cigarette, but his mood became increasingly depressed. He threw the half-smoked cigarette on the ground, stomped it out, and then drove away.

The sound of the engine starting could be clearly heard on the quiet street, and Gadot knew that Li Fu had left.

Even though she insisted on sending him away, she felt empty inside after he actually left. She leaned against the courtyard gate, and a single tear slowly slid down the edge of her eye.

It was late at night when Li Fu returned to the hotel. He lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. He needed to release the pent-up emotions in his heart. He got up and stared blankly at the French windows for a while, then picked up his phone and dialed Thompson's number.

"Come with me to a bar or nightclub for a while," he realized for the first time that nightclubs could actually be somewhat useful.

Others might be using such places to pick up girls or hook up with rich men, but he just wanted to vent his emotions.

"Wait a moment," Thompson, who had been asleep, woke up instantly after receiving the call.

Now he not only needs to accompany Li Fu to nightclubs and bars, but more importantly, he needs to find a relatively safe and private high-end nightlife venue.

This is where the value of a high-end assistant lies; their schedule often needs to be consistent with that of the employer, and they may even be on call at any time.

Of course, Li Fu never mistreated him.

"There's one in West Hollywood, but you need to make a reservation. The booths are less private, and you won't find any drug addicts there. If we go now... I'll check if there are any seats available first." The nightclub Thompson chose is quite well-known in the industry.

High-end nightclubs are worlds apart from ordinary nightclubs in the metropolis of Los Angeles.

The two nightclubs that Li Fu accompanied Lucy to a few years ago could only be considered mid-range nightclubs. They were relatively private and much more upscale than the mainstream nightclubs where drug addicts and alcoholics often frequented, but they were still far from being high-end nightclubs.

The average person can't even get close to truly high-end nightclubs. Not only are there dress requirements and high minimum spending requirements for private rooms (such as starting at $2000), but they are also basically invitation-only or require a member's recommendation.

It is a "social club" built for the ultra-rich and celebrities, with ultimate privacy and luxury services at its core.

Thompson would definitely choose a nightclub to ensure Li Fu's absolute safety; there's no need to worry about invitations or member recommendations.

If all else fails, then apply for the highest level membership on the spot.

When Li Fu changed his clothes and came downstairs, Thompson had already driven his car to the hotel entrance.

As the Maybach drove through the streets of Los Angeles at midnight, streetlights and neon lights flashed past the car window. This international metropolis was still bustling in the early hours of the morning; on the contrary, in some places, the real nightlife was just beginning.

Twenty minutes later, the car stopped in front of an inconspicuous building with no prominent sign, only a small, warm-colored light shining above the door frame.

The two pushed open the door and went through a narrow corridor. The light inside dimmed. The bar was on the right, with a few tables of customers scattered around. The booths were spaced far enough apart to offer good privacy.

The band on stage is playing a punk rock song, a type of rock music that is rebellious, decadent, and restless.

This was Li Fu's first time in such a place. Although it was a nightclub, it didn't seem to be the nightclub he had imagined.

Before they could even find a place to sit, two bartenders came up to them. Membership was required to enter, and the two men in front of them were complete strangers.

Thompson was about to call the nightclub manager to process the memberships when someone from a nearby booth came running over. "These two are my guests, you can go ahead with your work!"

Li Fu looked closely and saw that the person who came was a middle-aged white man wearing glasses, whom he did not seem to recognize.

"You might not remember me," the white man said with a smile, "We met at a party a while ago and even had a drink together..."

Li Fu vaguely remembered; it was when he accompanied Taylor Swift to Beverly Hills. "I have a memory. You're like a music manager... Tucker, right?"

Although his memory cannot be described as photographic, it is still excellent; with just a little prompting, he can almost always recall something.

They did share a drink and exchange a few words, during which Tucker introduced himself.

"Mr. Li has a good memory. This way, please," Tucker invited Li Fu to the booth he had reserved.

There were three or five of Tucker's friends at the booth. Tucker introduced them respectfully, and as soon as they heard that it was Li Fu, they almost immediately stood up to shake hands with him, their attitude extremely enthusiastic. Thompson was also treated as an honored guest.

Li Fu is indeed a very famous person in the industry now.

Tucker's friends are all in the music industry, two of them are even executives at Universal Music. They got together today to talk about some newcomers in the music industry.

The story of how Li Fu discovered Taylor Swift and how he acquired Big Machine Records for ten million US dollars has been hailed as a miracle.

Throughout the second half of 2009 and up to now, in terms of status in the music scene and commercial value, Taylor Swift is not the top one.

However, in terms of commercial prospects and current popularity, she is definitely among the top three in the industry, and perhaps even unmatched. Many authoritative media outlets and lists have ranked her as the number one entertainment figure of the year.

These media outlets include Entertainment Weekly, which ranked Taylor Swift as the number one Hollywood celebrity of the year in its list of the top ten entertainment figures of the year.

She was also named Billboard's best-selling artist of the year and the most-played artist.

Its prestige in the music industry is self-evident.

Li Fu's gamble back then was considered the most successful discovery in the industry, and almost everyone believed it was unrepeatable.

Their respect and enthusiasm for Li Fu stemmed not only from his status, but also from their awe of his achievements.

Li Fu was used to being the center of attention, so he ordered two glasses of whiskey and chatted casually with the musicians, treating it as a pastime.

He leaned back in the booth, his gaze inadvertently sweeping towards the bar. A man wearing a dark baseball cap was sitting at the bar, the brim pulled low, making the contours of his face almost indistinguishable in the dim light.

However, Li Fu still recognized that the person was Kanye.