At the age of sixteen, the most significant thing to Song Ya is that she can drive. She has already chosen her car, a Ford F150 pickup truck with a 7.5-liter V8 engine, a complete fuel-swallowing monster.

He didn't like the car or brand. The second-hand Ford pickup truck his family owned often broke down, but at the CK advertising camp in Mira, Yellowstone Park, he saw the role of this truck.

It can pull a huge trailer-type RV and fly around. It is very useful for a small photography team and a small record company to use it for location promotion.

Hayden has been working as a car salesman in Detroit for a long time, and he can get some discounts by just calling. The purchase price of the car will be charged to A+ Records, which will be used if there are any promotional activities in the future.

Taking advantage of noon, Song Yana made an appointment at the school's public phone to take the driver's license test.

"Hi……"

Putting down the microphone, a female classmate suddenly appeared in front of him, "Happy birthday, great composer."

"big……"

Since being called out by AK last time, APLUS's name has gradually become no longer a secret in the school. Song Ya shook her head and laughed, "Thank you, how did you know that my birthday is today?"

"I'm often responsible for organizing club activities. I saw it on the school roster." The girl was a little nervous, her fair face slightly red. She put her hands on her waist and kept kneading her fingers. "Don't you think I'm too much?"

Is it troublesome?"

"No, what should I say?"

Song Ya was 100% sure that the white girl in front of her was interested in her. Although there were both black and white students in this school, these white students from well-off families generally had a potential tendency to segregate towards black classmates, although they would not show it openly.

.The style is also much more conservative than that of the previous public middle school. It seems that the other party mustered up quite a lot of courage and took the initiative to speak today.

He raised his head and looked around. There was no group of girls nearby. It seemed that she was secretly acting alone.

"Well……"

The girl became even more nervous, her body trembling slightly, "I think you might have a birthday party. I heard that people in your music circle often... hold various parties."

This is really not the case. Song Ya's Chinese soul is destined that he will not be an American party creature, "No, I have been too busy recently, and my family lives in a high-rise apartment. If I hold a party, my neighbors will complain.

"

"Oh, that's it." The girl was at a loss for words.

Song Ya looked up and down at the girl in front of her again. She had blond hair, average appearance, and could be even more beautiful with careful makeup. Her skin was white, her legs were long, and her chest was bulging under a thin Nordic-style sweater... softly.

She is soft-spoken and easily shy. Since she can often participate in club activities, her grades must be very good. Well, she is a typical good girl from a white middle-class family.

"How about..." He was a little moved.

'Didi...' At this time, the pager in his pocket rang. When he picked it up, he saw that it was Mira's phone number.

"What else?" The girl flipped her long hair and sounded a little excited.

"Uh, forget it, I've been really busy recently." Song Ya picked up the phone again and motioned to her.

Watching the girl leave in disappointment, he dialed Mira's phone number.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you..." Mira's singing voice sounded over there.

"Thanks."

Mira shouted proudly: "Are you surprised!? Am I the only one who remembers your birthday?"

"My dear, they celebrated my birthday last night." Song Ya used words to attack her.

"last night!?"

Mira was silent for a moment, then screamed: "Oh my God! I forgot to calculate the time zone!"

"Hahaha!" Song Ya laughed.

"Am I stupid?" Mira was a little disappointed.

"Nothing either..."

The two chatted about their current situation, "The scenery here is beautiful, maybe you can take time to come and see me, I miss you." Mira said coquettishly, "There are no annoying paparazzi here."

"I'll look for an opportunity." Song Ya remembered that Mira's birthday was in December, so maybe she could be given a surprise then.

In the afternoon, Song Ya finished practicing squash and walked out of school rubbing her sore shoulders. 'Muffler' was already waiting at the door in his cool Chevrolet convertible. Tony, Al and DeLay were crowded in the back seat.

"Come on, my dear brother, I will take you to see the adult world!" Tony rubbed his hands excitedly.

"Please, I'm only sixteen years old." Song Ya reluctantly sat in the front seat.

"You look like you must be twenty years old!" Di Lai's words caused the other three people, who had a very low sense of humor, to laugh crazily.

"Have you grown taller again?" Tony reached out and ruffled his hair, "I feel like you are taller and stronger, are you 1.8 meters tall?"

"One meter eighty-two."

Song Ya avoided his hand, "I've been practicing squash recently."

"Squash!? Hahahahaha!" Several people laughed inexplicably again.

Song Ya rolled her eyes.

‘Muffler’ started the car and drove straight towards Nancheng.

"Are you so free? Aren't you going to Benzi Country with Little Lori and Old Qiao?" Song Ya took the opportunity to ask.

"I'll leave in two days." Tony replied, "I heard that the second-hand store will be authorized to sing for the singers there. There will be Japanese versions, Chinese versions and so on."

"Really?" Song Ya didn't expect this, "Wouldn't it be better to just listen to your version?"

"Asians still like to listen to songs in their own language." DeLay explained to him, "SBK belongs to EMI, and EMI has great energy in Asia."

‘Muffler’ parked the car outside a striptease bar.

"OMG!"

Song Ya guessed what they wanted to do, her head started to hurt, and she stayed in her seat and didn't want to get up, "Again, I'm only sixteen years old, and I need to be at least twenty-one to get here!"

"Stop pretending."

Tony forcibly dragged him out of the car, and several people shouted and walked to the door of the bar.

A strong black doorman bumped fists with Tony, "Isn't little Lori here?"

"Today is my brother's special show!"

Tony took the lead and walked into the bar, "I'm buying this round of drinks!" he shouted as he walked in.

At five or six o'clock, there were not many people in the bar, and most of the customers were old men. Hearing his words, he happily raised the glass in his hand and thanked Tony.

"Money, money..." Tony urged towards the 'muffler' again.

‘The Silencer’ took out a large handful of banknotes of one denomination from his pocket.

Tony walked to the small stage in the center of the bar and waved his hand towards the girl who was leaning on the steel pipe like a sloth, and the money scattered in the air.

The white girl with heavy makeup winked at him, took off her coat, and began to perform hard. The old men changed seats one after another and threw themselves on the bar in front of her.

"This is my brother!"

Tony hugged Song Ya and introduced loudly to the guests, "Have you heard of APLUS? The second-hand store was written by this guy!"

The reaction of the old men was dull, but the eyes of the waitresses in the bar lit up.

"Follow me." Tony pulled Song Ya into the innermost shadow and sat down on the sofa.

A Mexican-faced male waiter brought several girls, all black and white, tall, short, fat and thin.

"Give him the best!" Tony pointed out a white girl to Song Ya, "He likes white, I know." Then he clapped his hands proudly, "Wine! Wine! Where is the wine!?"

The girl walked up to Song Ya, sat down on his lap, and slapped her face, "Boy, haven't you been here before?"

"He's a chick! Hahaha!" Tony screamed, "Give him the best service!" He took out some more bills and stuffed them into the girls' chests.

Song Ya was so stuffy that she couldn't breathe, and she shrank back.

The next morning, Song Ya woke up and looked around. Tony, 'Muffler', Al and DeLay were still sleeping, and there were countless empty wine bottles of various brands on the table in front of them.

He rubbed his temples to relieve the headache after a hangover, and checked the zipper of his pants. Fortunately, he didn't hold back and was not ridiculous. If he contracted any disease from a woman in this place, he would be finished for the rest of his life.

"gentlemen."

A waiter handed over the bill.

Song Ya looked at the number one thousand and three, took a breath, then looked at Tony who was still snoring, and had to take out the checkbook, "Do you want to take the check?"

"Yes, sir, but you can't leave right away. We need to check." The waiter replied politely.

"Okay." Song Ya signed the check and handed it to the other party, "Does Tony come often?"
Chapter completed!