American fame and fortune

Los Angeles, Brentwood.

Music manager Scooter Braun worked until the early hours of the morning and was finally able to fall asleep.

Ever since his number one customer, Justin Bieber, became famous, he has had endless work and troubles to deal with. It's like customers are asking for help at any time and anywhere, and he has to help wipe their butts all the time.

This is not the most uncomfortable thing.

Scout found that the small internet celebrities signed from YouTube were becoming increasingly difficult to manage and could get out of control at any time.

Scout finally got a good night's sleep without that bastard client around.

While I was sleeping soundly, the phone rang suddenly.

Scout sat up straight like a corpse. He was stunned for several seconds before coming back to his senses. He picked up the phone and connected it. After hearing a few words from the other side, he almost jumped: "What? Justin is on the headlines." Already?"

After making the call, he turned on his computer first, logged on to the TMZ website, and watched the news video.

Agents are different from celebrities. Justin Bieber thought it was just a disgusting little thing, but Scout saw the huge crisis contained in it.

He looked at the sky that was about to light up outside and quickly dialed Justin's phone, but he received a prompt to turn off his phone.

I called the landline again, but no one answered.

Scout was anxious and quickly called his collaborator and a friend in New York to ask them to find Justin immediately. Then he called his assistant and asked her to rent a business jet as quickly as possible.

…………

Manhattan, near Hudson Yards.

Because of the time difference, the sun was already high in the New York sky.

People from all directions gathered near an apartment building next to the small square.

Most of them don't look normal, and many of them are men or women gathered together.

The most conspicuous group of people are men wearing women's clothing.

Bria took out the makeup mirror, glanced at the face with heavy makeup, and then took out the eyebrow pencil to trace the blue eyebrows. The tall and thick body with the weird afro made her look like a monster.

Even so, she is more normal than the black Michelle next to her.

Michelle, a black man, was wearing a white skirt, a big golden nose ring, and white boots. She looked like a big cow walking upright.

There were several black men and women dressed similarly, all around.

Bria asked, "Are you ready?"

Michelle patted the handbag she was carrying: "We went to Chinatown overnight and bought up all the eggs from a special workshop there."

Bria understood: "Only you will take action in a moment."

"I know." Michelle looked around at her black companions: "We are African Americans, gay and transgender, and women's rights activists."

As far as the current version is concerned, the buff stack is full.

Bria motioned Michelle to pay attention to the people gathered on the other side: "The gay group is also here."

Seeing the gathering of these abnormal groups of people, pedestrians walked around one after another, but they didn't find it strange.

This is New York, the pioneer of freedom, not Texas.

In addition to these special groups preparing to protest, several NYPD patrol cars also drove over.

Several major groups, through behind-the-scenes supporters, secured authorization for legal gatherings overnight.

Of course, reporters and paparazzi who got the news were indispensable.

The business car driven by Bruce parked nearby.

Leonardo picked up the telescope and said: "With so many protesters, that bastard will come out?"

Martin said casually: "I just came here to let you take a look to comfort your hurt heart."

Leonardo saw the cross-dressing men and said: "If each of them can go up to Justin Bieber once, my heartache will heal automatically."

"You're so cruel, Leo." Nicholson adjusted his sunglasses and looked through the car window at those colorful and indifferent guys in the distance.

He said with admiration: "It's like what you said, even the best anorectal doctors in the world can't cure Justin Bieber."

"I know a famous anorectal surgeon who goes by the name Hyena," Martin said.

"There seems to be some movement." Leonardo reminded.

Martin looked that way too.

The protesting crowd suddenly waved various slogans and moved toward the apartment.

The security personnel of the apartment watched these people warily.

Some NYPD officers were shouting something to maintain basic order.

The crowd came a little closer and stopped moving.

…………

In the elevator, an unusually tall girl leaned to one side and glanced at Justin, who was standing in the center.

Thinking of what the bastard said in the video, this person wanted to pick up the umbrella and stab it down hard with the pointed end!

When the first floor arrived, the elevator door opened and Justin walked out alone.

The burly girl said into the Bluetooth headset: "He got out of the elevator."

Justin put his hands into his coat pockets and walked out of the apartment alone. He was going to go out to get some good stuff today and didn't plan to call anyone else.

What happened last night seriously hurt Justin's heart, and he wanted to be alone to heal.

Justin looked up and saw the crowd gathering on the sidewalk outside. He didn't take it seriously at all. He pulled up the hood of his coat and put it on, and walked out quickly.

As soon as the people came out, the originally calm scene seemed to explode with a bang as if water had fallen into hot oil.

"Fight discrimination!"

"Equal power!"

“Trans people have human rights!”

Most people's slogans are quite sensible.

Amidst the shouting, Justin was somewhat confused and didn't understand what was happening.

Those women's clothing bosses are even more radical.

"Discriminators get out of New York!"

"Scum!"

Justin realized that these bastards were coming for him.

But he didn't care and wasn't afraid. There were many NYPD officers on site to maintain order.

Instead of going back, Justin held his head high and walked towards the car on the roadside under the protection of the apartment security.

Neither the shouts of protest nor the flashbulbs of reporters around him could stop him.

Bria, the cross-dressing boss, followed up and shouted loudly from two meters away: "Scum, you only deserve to eat cows..."

These words fell into Justin's ears and immediately reminded him of the gun last night, which exploded instantly.

No slogans, no slogans, no protests. He doesn't care at all.

Justin turned around and raised two middle fingers at the colorful ugly man: "Fake!"

He shouted loudly: "You disgusting things, I feel like vomiting when I see you, and I get off my horse..."

Before he finished speaking, something seemed to fly over.

Michelle had already squeezed in close to Justin, and threw an egg from a few meters away.

The egg that was originally thrown towards the mouth was slightly deflected and hit Justin on the nose.

The egg broke and the egg liquid fell down and fell into Justin's mouth.

The unique stench of rotten eggs makes people nauseous.

Not only did Justin smell it, he tasted it, making him want to vomit.

But guys like Michelle, who are full of buffs, will not let him go easily.

Four more black men dressed as women took out rotten eggs from their handbags and threw them at Justin.

The two sides were too close, and the first biochemical weapon caused vomiting damage to Justin, leaving him no time to hide.

There was a loud crackling sound, and all the rotten eggs hit Justin on the head.

Michelle kept on throwing one and took out the second one.

This is a secret recipe for rotten eggs that I bought specially in the early morning!

The second round of rotten eggs came over, and Justin turned around and ran back quickly.

The stench all over his body, especially the smell that fell into his mouth, made him vomit while running. He vomited out all the breakfast he had just eaten.

"Stop!" The NYPD were not vegetarians and yelled loudly: "Put down the weapons in your hands!"

The shouts, protests and scoldings one after another made the place a mess.

Of course, the dedicated paparazzi reporters would not miss this good opportunity to make a lot of money. They ignored the stench and took pictures of the protesting crowd and the embarrassed Justin.

In the car not far away, he smelled the stench coming over, and Martin reminded: "Close the window quickly!"

Without Martin's prompting, Leonardo put down the binoculars and raised the car window.

Nicholson said: "This group of shapeshifters in New York are more powerful than the Iraqis, and they actually hide a biological killer weapon!"

"I didn't expect to see such a good show." Martin was somewhat surprised.

Leonardo was very happy: "No wonder you and Jack like to mess with each other so much. It's really fun to mess with others!"

Nicholson summed up a life experience: "It's always fun to make people."

Martin glanced over there and said, "The excitement is over, let's retreat."

Leonardo nodded: "Go back."

Bruce started the car and left Hudson Yards.

…………

In front of the apartment building, NYPD support rushed over, and the police controlled the first few people to take action.

Brand and his colleagues held down Michelle, a black man who looked like a large upright cow.

As a white police officer, my actions are inevitably rough.

Especially when he grabbed Michelle's weapon bag, the bag fell to the ground and all the remaining rotten eggs were broken.

Two white police officers clamped one of Michelle's arms and took her to the police car.

Michelle's fake breasts fell to the waistband of her trousers. She struggled and shouted, "I'm a woman, you broke my breasts, and I'm going to sue you! Let me go quickly, and even if you arrest me, you have to let the women come over!"

Brand exchanged glances with his colleagues. Thinking of this guy's identity, Brand couldn't help but regret it. Why did he rush down to control the person in such a hurry?

Looking at the current situation, it’s hard not to get any credit, but it’s also causing a lot of trouble.

Michelle was still shouting: "I am a woman, please let the policewoman..."

This reminded Brand, and he had an idea and said, "How can you define other people's gender at will? The two of us look like men, but we are actually women, but we haven't had time to do the surgery yet."

The higher version crushed Michelle. Michelle was stunned, closed her mouth, and looked at Brand with slight surprise.

Brand saw that the person had settled down and didn't feel that he had done anything. He just escorted the person away.

Michelle suddenly said: "Officer, thank you."

These words made Brand confused, thinking that this group of people really had something wrong with their heads.

Michelle didn't say much more, but Brand's words opened a door to a new world for him!

Being temporarily detained by the NYPD and so on have become trivial matters.

Michelle repeated Brand's words over and over again in her head - how can you define other people's gender at will!

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