Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

Chapter 452

The minion band debuted with great vigor and popularity, and became popular in half the sky in the entertainment industry.

As if overnight, the streets are filled with all kinds of peripherals of banana capsules. The album is being produced in full swing. The minions make many announcements and participate in the recording of many programs every day. Walking on the street, they will be screamed by excited and enthusiastic fans They gathered around, and their arms were full of flowers and gifts.

The brokerage company bought high insurance for the minion band, and arranged a lot of work, so the minions could no longer go home, and they didn't even have time to make phone calls. Daisy could only watch them on TV if she wanted to see them.

Daisy is not used to such a life.

Usually at home, the little yellow people are always very noisy, as long as they run out from the bottom, everyone will never have a safe time.

But the little yellow people also bring a lot of happiness and security to the family. If Tony is not at home, Daisy will be protected by the housekeeper, Wendy and the little yellow people. He is very relieved.

Now that the entertainment industry has taken away half of the minions, the big villa seems to be deserted all of a sudden.

But only Daisy was sad.

The remaining half of the little yellow people are immersed in the joy of being able to eat twice as many bananas every day because their companion is gone, and they have not yet been infected by the little master's longing.

Daisy thought of Kevin, Bob, and Stuart, and turned on the TV to see them singing and dancing on the show.

Maybe this is the life Minions really want.

Tony said that as a family, they should be supported in pursuing their ideals and be their solid backing.

Daisy is very willing to be the solid backing of the little yellow people, but her backing may not be strong enough. She often sits alone on the sofa and watches the little yellow people's programs. By my side, I quietly wiped my tears.

The minions who made their debut did not forget Daisy and the old father of the Stark family. People can’t come back, but the packages often come back. They often ask the agent to send things to the Stark family. Sometimes it’s a new instrument, sometimes it’s for Daisy. Put some money into Qian's account and keep it for Daisy to study in the future.

No matter how hard it is, you can't suffer children, no matter how poor you are, you can't have poor education. Banana capsules who have been in society have a thorough understanding.

Every time someone rang the bell, Daisy was the first to rush out to open it, exuberant, until she saw the postman's face at the door, and the excitement died down visibly.

"Why didn't Kevin come back?" Daisy asked.

"They're too busy," said the postman.

Daisy didn't want the gift, so she put the gift on the ground, turned around and threw herself into her father's arms.

"Dad, it's not good to be famous at all." Before going to bed at night, Daisy said to Tony.

The father slowly closed the storybook, thinking that his daughter might not be able to listen to the story today, so he asked, "What's wrong?"

"Kevin and the others are very famous, but they can't come back to our house." Daisy shook her head, "Not good."

The children in the kindergarten all envy Daisy, because there are always famous people in Daisy's family, Tony Stark is an example, and the little yellow man is another example.

Tony is famous, but every time he goes out to work, Daisy has to be afraid. The little yellow people are famous, but they make Daisy very concerned.

"This is the price of being famous." Missy said.

Daisy felt that the price was really high, and she would rather not be famous and live happily at home.

"Do you miss them?" Tony asked under the night light.

Daisy nodded slightly under the covers.

"Then take some time, let's go and see them." Tony said.

Daisy was very happy to hear that, she quickly closed her eyes and went to sleep, hoping that the moment when she saw the little yellow man would come soon.

That night, Daisy dreamed that she and her father saw the band of minions performing on the stage, and brought all the minions home.

"I don't want you to be rich, and I don't want you to be famous." Daisy wanted to say to the little yellow man, "I just want to live with you."

The day to visit the minion band came as scheduled, and Daisy ran faster than anyone after school, sprinted out of the little red door, and got into the family car as if fleeing for her life.

"Those who didn't know thought you were an agent who exposed your identity." Happy joked.

"Dad, have you prepared a present for me?" Daisy asked.

Tony then held up the box in his hand to show the little one.

In the box is the banana cake that Daisy ordered in advance, and the little yellow people must like it very much.

When family members meet with celebrities, the brokerage company needs to arrange a time in advance.

Because the minion band's schedule is too full, ordinary people are gone, but it's not ordinary people who come, it's Tony Stark, so the company arranged a meeting after weighing it.

Daisy was waiting in the luxury reception room with the cake. She didn't know how long she had to wait before she heard the bustling outside. When she looked up, it was the members of the minion band wearing sunglasses and the bodyguards who also wore sunglasses. The escort is coming.

"Why do you need bodyguards in your company?" Tony asked.

The assistant said embarrassingly: "Last time, a fan pretended to be a staff member and sneaked in, and almost took Kevin away in his schoolbag."

Since then, the company's protection of Minions has become much stronger.

Happy, the safety director of Stark Industries, listened, and his face showed a little complacency.

At least under his management, the company has rarely seen such fatal mistakes.

Kevin, Bob, and Stewart walked in the front, wearing sunglasses to look cool, actually walking around the house wearing sunglasses is not comfortable at all, seeing things in the dark, and Bob almost bumped into the door.

He took off his sunglasses, saw Tony and Daisy waiting in the reception room, and smiled instantly: "Daddy, Daisy!"

"Well, I don't exist." Happy said.

The minions rushed over in waves, first surrounded Tony, then Daisy, and they croaked and talked non-stop.

The banana capsules are the closest to Daisy, and they want to touch Daisy's cheeks with their faces, squeezing Daisy's face flat.

Kevin asked, "Daisy, are you home?"

"Fine." Daisy said.

She looked at the familiar figures in this circle, and the sadness in her heart rose quietly again. She held the cake box tightly with her little hand and asked, "Kevin, why don't you go home?"

"We are too busy." Kevin said, "There are many, many things to do."

"Sing! Play!" Bob added.

"Make a lot of money, buy a lot of guitars," Stewart said, "sign autographs for fans."

Missy is right, forming a band ends up making money and gaining a lot of popularity.

"I have money too," Daisy said, "I'll give you my money."

As she said give, she remembered the cake she was going to give to the little yellow man, and hurried to deliver it.

The minions saw the cake, opened it and smelled the banana smell inside, and their faces were instantly covered with a layer of longing and fascination, but they didn't cut it up and eat it on the spot. They just listened to the manager behind cough and handed the cake to Broker custody.

When the cake was handed over, it was like cutting their flesh, and everyone was heartbroken.

"I really want to go home too." Bob told Daisy in a low voice.

The minions ask how the half of the minions who are still at Stark's are doing.

When they heard that they slept in two beds by themselves and ate a lot of bananas every day, all the minions present said "ah", envious.

The banana capsules have a lot to say to Daisy, but they are a little silent when they reach Tony.

Tony was also silent.

He looked at this group of well-dressed minions, and at their shawl wigs, and he endured it for a while before reaching out to remove them.

"Can you tell me anything?" Tony asked.

"No more, Dad." Kevin hesitated to speak, and when the words came to his lips, he heard the agent cough again, and swallowed everything he wanted to say.

"That's fine." Tony said, "Call me if you need something."

Daisy still wanted to talk to Bob, but the manager looked at his watch and said that the Minions band's next event was about to take place, and politely asked the guests to go back.

When the minions heard the manager's words, their excited expressions immediately disappeared. They all put on their sunglasses reluctantly, lined up, and waited to set off.

Reluctantly, Daisy took her father's hand and said goodbye to the little yellow people step by step, watching them disappear all the time.

After the little yellow man became a star, he really changed a lot. He became more obedient, spoke like an adult, and knew how to restrain himself.

But Daisy still thinks that the little yellow people in the past are good.

"Kevin and the others don't seem happy, Dad." Daisy drooped her face, "Don't go home if you are unhappy."

"What should come will come sooner or later," Tony said.

The old father's words had a lot of meaning.

Happy listened, thinking it was going to happen when the kids grew up, but it wasn't.

Half a month after their debut, the Minions peaked in popularity, but at this time they quit and quit the entertainment industry.

A large group of people came home with their luggage on their backs, bluffing the unprepared Daisy and surprising and delighting the children.

The wigs of the banana capsules have been removed, revealing a few short and sparse hairs, and they are also wearing the original overalls. They are not rock and roll at all, but they are very happy.

"Why don't you be a star?" Daisy asked.

"It sucks being a celebrity!" Bob said.

Minions do so much work every day, they are exhausted to death, and they have to lose weight, because the company says they are chubby, and they look fatter on TV, they are not allowed to eat a lot of food, and they have to do high-energy exercises every day. Bananas are not allowed.

"With money, you can have as many bananas as you want," said the manager.

As a result, I had a lot of money, not to mention bananas, and there were no banana peels.

The pent-up emotions of the minions erupted at the No. 15th day when there were no bananas.

They terminated the contract, put away their instruments, lined up, and went home in a hurry.

When I got home and ate the first banana, I realized what happiness is, and wept loudly.

Daisy wiped their tears one by one with a handkerchief.

Although she wanted to sympathize with the little yellow man, she was also a little happy in her heart.

It's nice that her home is back to what it used to be.

There was one thing Daisy didn't know yet.

The reason why the minions were able to come back immediately was because Tony paid a high liquidated damages for them.

That was quite a large sum of money, which made the housekeeper sigh slightly when he settled the accounts.

It would be good to use this money to buy a building.

Tony didn't mean to give money just for money.On weekends, the Minions were sent to the banana farm to help pick bananas, and paid the parents compensation with the wages they earned.

It's just according to their urine nature of picking and eating, I don't know when to go.

In the banana plantation, the rock music of the minions played again.

There is no lighting, no photography, only a garden full of bananas and Tony Daisy as the audience, but the minions are happier than having a concert with a million people.