The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

"Meow~~~~"

Seeing that the battle was finally over, the little black cat Wowo couldn't wait to climb onto the bed and into Jessica's arms, whimpering and rubbing his head against his owner's chest. Ms. Drew habitually wanted to get up and slip into the living room, but she forgot that her bedmate didn't need to sleep as much as she did tonight. A pair of cold arms immediately locked her neck and shoulders: "What? Can't you love a kitten in bed?"

"You better say kitten."

Jessica turned around and kissed Nesa’s forehead: “It seems that Wowo is no longer afraid of you.”

"It's used to this kind of scene."

The woman turned over with a smile and pressed Ms. Drew down. "Michelle and I often stay here. You know, the house on Park Street in Chiswick is too dangerous for kittens."

"I think so too."

Ms. Drew looked around. The two had started the second round as soon as they entered the room, so she had no time to observe the changes in Room 3309 of the King's Tavern Apartment. There were many changes in the bedroom. The closet obviously had more clothes for Nisha and Michelle for their own use. And the vampire princess had just taken out the props for the game from the drawer. It was obvious from her skilled movements that she had done a lot of work.

"I have to go out, dear. Some people are eager to see me." Jessica glanced at her watch. It was a little after five in the morning. It would be dawn soon. She knew that she had returned to London. Her agent, Fred, might still be suffering from insomnia. "Are you okay staying here by yourself?"

"What's the problem?" Nisha turned over and grabbed the little black cat Wowo into her arms: "I'll ask Michelle to pick me up when she wakes up. It's also nice to play with your computer later. Half-Life is fun... Oh, don't be so sad, little cat. Your mother went out hunting."

"Meow......"

"I'm leaving."

Jessica put on her clothes, went to the living room to check that the curtains were drawn, and then put on a mask and a hat and opened the door. She had been missing for more than a month, and the reporters who were waiting outside had gradually withdrawn. They also had to bear the performance, not to mention that she was only a little famous at best.

perhaps.

Starting the car engine, Ms. Drew drove the Jaguar towards Fulham. She had already made an appointment with her agent Frey to meet at the new apartment to complete the procedures for the operation.

If everything goes well, I can move in in the next two days.

Of course, Frey is probably more concerned about his contract renewal and when his next album will be released, and his own agent contract only has less than 4 months left. Jessica doesn't mind renewing the contract, Frey has performed well since he became the agent, but the new album will have to wait.

The rain still showed no sign of stopping. Ms. Drew turned on the radio and drove slowly onto the highway. It took more than an hour to reach the agreed location. As a typical wealthy area, Fulham has a large number of high-end residential and commercial facilities. The green environment is more than one level better than the Hammer Forge District, which is very convenient for Spider-Woman to swing around.

There are also two football clubs here, Fulham and Chelsea, so you can imagine how lively it is.

At 9 o'clock in the morning, the agent's gray BMW drove downstairs on time.

"Frey!"

Hearing the voice, Frey turned his head and focused his eyes on the black and gray Jaguar luxury station wagon: "Wow Jesse! Is this your new car?"

Oh man.

"Do you want to drive two laps? We can talk in the car..."

"Really? That's great!" Frey slapped his thigh, excitedly walked around the car twice, carefully opened the door and got into the driver's seat. He had never seen such a respectful attitude even when signing the contract. Jessica walked to the passenger seat, and as soon as she got in the car, she saw the agent stretching his neck to look left and right, and then touched the back of the seat and then the dashboard.

"How's things going with the apartment?"

"It's all settled! Isn't more than a month enough time for me to do it? No problem at all! Don't worry, you can call Old Bert to come over later, and we can just sign some documents with the apartment! If you need a moving company, let me know, I can help you contact them!"

As Frey started the engine, he concentrated on listening to the roar of the engine. If you didn't know, you would think he was listening to some opera. Anyway, Jessica rolled her eyes and said, "I thought you wanted to see me, but you were thinking about my new car."

"Come on, I haven't slept all night!"

"So you still drive?"

"No! Really! Oh my god, look at the handling..." The man turned the steering wheel: "How much did you pay for this car?"

Oh man.

"First tell me how much money the album cost."

"In my briefcase, um... the first month sales exceeded 25 copies, which is a great achievement and enough to leave a name in the British music scene. Jesse, don't think I'm calm now, it's because I've been excited for a long time. I don't remember the money transferred to your account, we will look through the documents later and put it in the back seat of the car." Frey said with a beaming face: "To be honest, Jesse, you really should hire a personal accountant and a life assistant. You are no longer an ordinary person now, do you understand?"

"You can talk, but watch the road!"

Jessica reached into the back seat of the car and retrieved Frey's briefcase.

......

After one hour.

"Welcome to Moonstone Building! Ms. Drew!" A fat woman took the contract and stood up to shake hands with Jessica. "My whole family loves your songs, especially my two children. This is amazing. I can't believe I can see a singer in person!"

"I'm not a singer yet, dear Ms. Jasmine. I'm still a long way from being one." Jessica smiled and shook her head, taking the key from the other party: "Then we will abide by the time regulations, and I will try not to disturb other neighbors."

“No one minds!”

Ms. Jasmine waved her hand. "As long as it's not late at night, I'm sure the neighbors will be happy to help you carry your luggage if you really need it."

Jessica rarely met British people who were so talkative.

After handing out several signed albums and posters, the building manager insisted on chatting for more than ten minutes before getting up to say goodbye, leaving Jessica, agent Frey and old lawyer Bert in the room. Moonstone Building is located in the southwest of Fulham. At this height of more than ten floors, you can directly see the large green low-rise residential area and small farms in front of Fulham Palace, as well as a small section of the Thames.

Ms. Drew was not the first resident of this apartment. Previous residents left behind fully functional furniture. Ignoring those strange-looking portraits and sculptures, the apartment is fully equipped with tables, chairs, cabinets, sofas and beds, which are combined with the apartment's own refrigerator and other furniture and appliances. It can be said that as long as Jessica moves in bedding and personal clothes, she can spend the night here.

They went downstairs and found a restaurant to have lunch. The three of them ate and chatted for more than an hour before Jessica sent her agent and lawyer away.

"1608......"

After returning to the apartment, Jessica lay down on the sofa, holding the key and started to daydream.

Jessica Drew

This album, which was cobbled together from various sources, brought him more than 25 pounds, or about 40 US dollars, in the first month.

40 million US dollars.

Looking at the lines of numbers on the report, Jessica couldn't help but touch her forehead.

She wasn't lamenting the amount.

She was bemoaning the high taxes she had to pay.

Lawyer Old Bert just helped to do the math. According to the current regulations in the UK, apart from the taxes withheld when Black Wave Records paid him royalties, he would most likely have to pay nearly 40% of his total income to the British tax department by the end of the year.

It's the kind of thing that makes me want to pull out a gun and go to the tax bureau just by listening to it.

Of course, old Bert is not a professional accountant after all, and his agent Frey knows even more about this than he does. There are also many deductions and exemptions in royalty income, such as deducting creative costs, brokerage commissions and copyright agency fees.

However, Frey only has a superficial understanding of the subject, and he would not dare to do anything about it. He would also have to find an accountant to handle it. The field of "reasonable tax avoidance" is very complicated, and if you are not careful, you may end up committing a crime of tax evasion. There are countless rich people who have fallen into this trap.

Jessica still needs to find a reliable private accountant to help her with the accounts, so as not to accidentally destroy the personal image she has built. Last year, her income was relatively simple, almost all from Hot Records, so she asked them to communicate with Old Bert and Fred to resolve it. This cannot be done this year.

Fortunately, the end of the year is still a long way off.

Hearing that he was only going to stay for about half a month, Frey became extremely anxious and pulled out from his bag all the cooperation invitations he had received this year, including music festivals, radio live broadcasts, TV programs... and advertisements, many of which were from stocking brands.

Yes, this is the effect when I appeared at the Christmas party last year wearing black stockings.

I've been away for more than a month, and now I'm a little bit...

Mainly, Jessica herself wanted to find something to do to get rid of the influence of Mr. Watson's negative emotions.

This impact is not just psychological.

Ms. Drew slowly put the paper down.

This is a blank page at the end of a document, and now a human face has been drawn on it with a pen.

The face of a male Chechen soldier.

Unlike those sketched portraits, the man on the paper had a horrified expression, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying - indeed, he was pierced by the tentacles the next second, and his body quickly dissolved, becoming a part of Mr. Watson.

But Mr. Watson remembered that face.

He memorized many faces.

An inexplicable urge made Jessica want to pick up a pen and paper, or find a large enough wall, and draw them one by one. This urge was particularly strong when she was alone, but she was very calm throughout the process, as if she was doing something ordinary.

But no matter what, this new problem forced Jessica to keep herself busy. After completing two more faces, she called her girlfriends' numbers, then called Peggy and Master Wang, and her phone ran out of battery.

After all the contracts and invitations left by Frey had been carefully read through, the glow of the setting sun finally climbed onto the windowsill.

Jessica simply moved a chair and sat in the middle of the living room.

Facing the balcony.

Due to weather and other reasons, the sunset in London is usually hazy, hidden in the clouds and fog, just like the scene in front of her eyes. There are no buildings or man-made objects as far as the eye can see, and there is only a lonely railing between her and the dusk, which makes Jessica feel like she is in the wilderness.

Over the distant horizon, darkness seemed to be surging.

She was as still as a sculpture, letting the last bit of warmth leave her ankles and disappear completely.

The tall body stood up little by little, and the coat fell off automatically, turning back into a floating cloak. Jessica paced forward, removing her clothes one by one, until the night wind carrying raindrops touched her delicate skin, and she was already on the edge of the railing.

The levitation cloak silently moved forward, wrapped around the owner's body, and transformed into the familiar spider suit.

Jessica opened her arms and fell downwards.