The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

"You're just as young as I thought you were."

Bert looks to be in his early fifties, and his face is quite friendly, like the kind of enthusiastic uncle who runs a street stall. If it weren't for a suit, he would hardly have the temperament of a lawyer. He held Jessica's contract and looked through it back and forth: "Oh, please forgive me for being a little excited. I haven't seen this kind of contract for a long time. Recently, For two years I have been dealing with bad things like conflicts between neighbors."

"Read it slowly." Jessica picked up a fashion magazine. Old Bert only charged one hour today, and he had almost finished talking about the contract. Speaking of which, it was purely a coincidence that she found Mr. Morgan. At first, everyone drank too much at the party and began to take turns bragging, and then Jessica heard the name Bert Morgan from someone.

"So, when are you going to talk to them?"

"As soon as possible. When are you free?"

"I'm available anytime."

"Okay then, wait until I confirm the time with the other side."

Jessica stood up and took back the agency contract she brought.

"Girl, I suggest you think carefully about what you just said." Bert took off his glasses and wiped them gently with a velvet cloth: "The manager's contract is one thing, the record contract is another. The manager can't help you directly. To produce and sell an album, the last step is to rely on the record company. The biggest role of a manager is to fight with the lawyer to protect your interests in the cooperation. Don't care what he says, that's what he does."

"I understand." Jessica said goodbye to the old lawyer, walked out of the door accompanied by Daniel, and got into her yellow Beetle.

Bert Morgan was already the third lawyer she had found today. Judging from the results, there was nothing wrong with the contract given by Friedson. Judging from old Bert's experience in the industry, he was a well-behaved lawyer and had nothing to do with it. tricks.

This is also an important reason why Jessica decided to cooperate with him.

Bert Morgan has the most experience among several lawyers, and he has indeed served as the private lawyer for several well-known local singers. As for why he is now reduced to handling neighborhood disputes, it is mainly because his last client: has So rock singer Spectium Rice.

This guy became famous at a young age with a rough, hoarse classic rock voice, and he also wrote a few good songs of his own, but like many people in the rock circle, he had a terrible and chaotic private life. Coupled with his arrogant personality and causing trouble everywhere, Spetim would report it to the police every now and then, becoming a bad boy role model in the eyes of British parents.

Just a few years ago, the rock star, who was less than 30 years old, was diagnosed with AIDS.

So he gave everyone a shocking job.

On September 1995, 9, Spectium Rice ended his show at the concert. When the next show, that is, his biggest competitor in the market, Yvel Brito, came on stage, he suddenly pulled out his hand. The gun was fired at the opponent, causing Ivel to die on the spot.

Immediately afterwards, in front of cameras and countless spectators, Spectium shot himself.

These gunshots almost ruined Bert Morgan's career, because Spectium Rice was famous for his bad temper. He announced at the time that he was taking a break due to physical reasons, largely because he pissed off too many people. As for the reason why he was able to participate in the concert later, Bert Morgan, as a member of the private lawyer team, naturally cooperated with the agent and worked hard to finally finalize the contract.

Everyone expected Spectim to perform one last brilliant performance so that he could sell another wave of records - and this was indeed the case. The rock star still performed well. As a reappearance after his illness, the audience responded enthusiastically. If nothing else happens, the follow-up marketing plan will follow smoothly. Not to mention that it will make Spectium the second Freddie Mercury, but it is good to get a little light.

This is AIDS.

The legendary lead singer of Queen died just a few years ago!

But no one thought that Spedim could do such a thing.

Obviously, this desperate lunatic brought bad luck to a large number of people, including managers, record companies, etc., and many of them were imprisoned. Fortunately, Bert Morgan is only a member of the private legal team and his level of involvement is not on the main list, otherwise it would be impossible to escape safely now.

But even so, he paid a heavy price to be able to cut off the relationship, and he wouldn't expect any big business to come to him in a short time.

Of course Jessica doesn't care about this. After all, the above is the version she heard from others, and the credibility is not 100%. If there is really a problem with this Burt Morgan, Hydra will come to the door when the time comes. Just take a chance and solve it together.

Just two contracts cannot tie you down.

After playing with Michelle for two days, on June 6, Jessica drove Bert to the downstairs of Benson Collins Agency. Friedson came out quickly, followed by a tall man, who started shouting from a distance: "Good morning! Jessica! The weather is really bad today, isn't it?"

"Well, that's good." Jessica was used to it. Almost every British person would greet her without this topic, even Mrs. Peggy.

"this way please."

Friedson pointed to the door, and then introduced the man next to him: "This is Deke Benson, another partner in our firm."

"Hello, Jessica." Deck stretched out a hand towards her: "Frey rarely praises a person's voice like this. You make me very curious."

"Thank you, are you an agent too?"

"Not really, I am mainly responsible for negotiating with the record company, and Frey will handle the specific details." Deckard has a beard and thick dark blond hair styled in a back style. It must be said that this hair volume has defeated all the British people. Most men: "We've known each other for years, you know, old partners."

"Yeah, I can't do it without you." Friedson joked as he walked: "Especially without your dad who works in the record company."

"Oh, hell, I was really hoping your jokes would have some heart."

The harmonious atmosphere did not last long.

Once Burt Sr. and Benson Collins' attorneys began discussing the details of the contract, the room quickly became filled with tit-for-tat. One party represents Jessica and the other represents the brokerage company. Both parties want to maximize their interests.

It is rare for him to return to his old career. Old Bert seems to be working hard to prove himself. Even if Jessica revealed that she is willing to make some concessions in other aspects, he does not want to give in easily. To be honest, this scene is a bit like a fitness instructor persuading people to take personal training classes. The focus is entirely on details such as how many sessions and how much one session costs.

Jessica silently picked up the coffee cup.

This is just negotiating a manager's contract. If we switch to negotiating a contract with a record company, then we'll have a huge quarrel.

Strictly speaking, Benson Collins has no confidence. After all, Jessica's own conditions are very good and she can choose another partner. The aggressive old Bert didn't give his opponent much chance. Dyke Benson sneaked out under the pretext and stopped the negotiations when he came back.

Ten minutes later, Jessica signed her name.

"Then it's settled."

Friedson and Decker stood up and took turns shaking hands with her. They changed their frowning expressions before. Especially the former, whose face was slightly excited: "You won't be disappointed, Jessica, you will make a name for yourself in the British music scene." A piece of territory, I promise you.”

"Then please help me think about the record."

"Haha! Of course!" Friedson held a stack of music scores and nodded to Jessica: "Leave the copyright matter to me. Don't worry, there will be a result within this week. By the way, in the future Just call me Frey, that’s what my friends call me.”

"Well, that's up to you."

When he was sent out of the building by his agent Frey, it was raining lightly. This is the most common weather condition in London. Without a watch, it is often impossible to determine what time it is. The yellow Beetle engine started and Jessica drove the car onto the highway. Old Bert, who had been silent until now, opened his mouth: "Ms. Drew, you really didn't need to make those concessions just now."

"You have proven your ability, Bert." Jessica knew what he was talking about: "My main goal has been achieved, and to be honest, compared to the agent's share, you should focus on Get the record deal, that’s the hardest part.”

"You decide."

Old Bert was in a good mood, shrugged his shoulders and remained silent.

After delivering him to the door of her house, Jessica turned on the car radio and got back on the road.

She looked in the rearview mirror.

That face seemed a little strange for no reason.

She had not experienced a business-like scene like today for a long time. Compared with before, it was as if she had suddenly found a permanent job. The sense of strangeness and contrast comes from the mercenary experience in this life, while the sense of familiarity comes from the memory of the previous life. The two conflict in the mind.

Jessica couldn't calm down.

After taking a few deep breaths, she turned up the radio volume two notches and hummed loudly along with the music. The yellow Beetle quickly turned onto the highway, letting Jessica's song race along with the wheels.

This trick really works.

"...I've been waiting, For her for so long!"

(I have been waiting for so long!)

"Open the sky, And let her—e down!"

(Open the sky and let her come!)

“Here’s the rain!!!”

(The rain is coming!!!)

After singing a few songs, a hot feeling suddenly came from inside the chest.

This only means one thing.

Jessica immediately pulled over to the side lane and slowed down, the skin under her neck decomposed into tentacles, and quickly gave away the Silent Hill pocket watch. She lifted the cover and saw that the picture of Doña Benevento was fading, losing its color like fading.

Why did something happen to this girl again?

Damn it, where am I going to find a door now? The car door can't be used as a real door, there is still a window glass on it! Jessica glanced around. She happened to be driving on the highway. If she wanted to find the door, she had to reach the nearest building.

After glancing at the row of private houses on the left, Jessica stepped on the accelerator.

The yellow beetle suddenly sprang out, its tires making a screeching sound against the ground.

(End of Volume 2)