Chicago 1990

I was basically on the road for three consecutive days. I stayed in the air longer than the ground. In the middle, I worked hard with Shakira to perform the Cup of Life and WeAreOne at an event held by the South American Football Association. When the flight landed in Zurich, Switzerland, Song Ya felt ears. There is always the buzzing and roaring of aircraft engines, and the spirit of the Argentine Football Association President and FIFA First Vice President Grodona is not yet on the same plane.

"It looks like you need a good rest, young man."

Grondona is the real king of Argentine football. The chaotic political situation there is changing, but over the years, no matter who is on the stage, his position has always stood firm. His person and family are quite corrupt.

Of course, no matter how greedy they are, that little money is no longer in the eyes of Song Ya today.

Donovan, Hayden and the performance team were all accompanied. William Morris’ agency helped him turn around and manage the Latin football. So Grondona and others were very friendly. The South American Football Association announced it even before the departure. The Cup of Life and WeAreOne were selected for the 1998 World Cup assortment albums, and they pre-emptively gained momentum with the attitude of treating the theme song.

Anyway, they support Blatter, who succeeded Avon, to win, so FIFA is still in charge of their own house. Their decision is the final decision. If you lose... if you lose, naturally everything will not be mentioned.

"Yes, Mr. Grondona." Song Ya

"Thanks to Shakiraha this time."

After walking down the boarding ladder, Song Ya and Grondona and his party broke up. They rushed to Lausanne, and their group would live in the local Savoy Hotel in Zurich.

All public relations activities have already been completed, so you don’t have to think about it anymore. Song Ya and Shakira only have to stay in Zurich and wait for the results of the conference in Lausanne tomorrow, and they will go to Lausanne after receiving the news that Blatt has become the new chairman of FIFA. The performance is still those two songs.

The Cup of Life is the theme song in Spanish, and WeAreOne is the theme song in English. The host, France, has a French song.

Donovan was very satisfied with the high-level reception he received in South America. He thanked Shakira’s agent Estefan, “Without her and you, APLUS wouldn’t be able to squeeze out Latino singers so easily.”

"I'm also very popular over there, okay?" Song Ya protested.

"AiSeEuTePego has been popular in South America since 1995 or 1996. APLUS." Estefan laughed.

"Humph."

Song Ya took Shakira's hand and laughed, "Thank you, Latin queen."

"Perfunctory." Shakira slapped the tofu heart, nestled sweetly in his arms, and couldn't help but yawn.

"All tired, let's go back to the hotel and rest." Hayden helped lead the way with Song Ya's coat.

Zurich is the headquarters of many multinational organizations, and the atmosphere of chasing stars is not strong. The pick-up fans only have two or three kittens, all of which belong to Song Ya. In Europe, except for Spain and Portugal, Shakira is basically a transparent person.

Song Ya cheered up, politely and patiently met the autographed photo needs of every fan, and then drove to the hotel with Shakira in a sluggish car.

Zurich is surrounded by mountains and rivers. As a neutral country, Switzerland has not been greatly affected by World War II. It has well-preserved ancient buildings and is picturesque. There are not so many billboards on the street, but Song Ya still saw'Jack and Rose' , And Celine Dion. French is spoken in some parts of Switzerland. It seems that Celine Dion is well-known here.

"There will be a show tomorrow."

Upon arriving at the Savoy Hotel in the old town, Donovan, Hayden and Estefan were a little worried about their current state and all followed up with the suite to remind them.

"Go out... go out, we are going to take a nap."

Song Ya drove the three away, "Hey..." Then he sighed comfortably, suddenly picked up Shakira, and both fell on the bed.

The Latin girl chuckled happily, writhing in his arms.

"Don't move, you're tired." Song Ya stared at her fluttering big eyes at close range and said.

"Yeah." She obediently agreed, and stopped moving after a kiss.

Then Song Ya went back, and she came back again. The two of them were playing so warmly, their eyelids drooped unconsciously.

"Go to sleep."

"Ok."

At about four or five in the afternoon, Hayden begged Old Mike to open the door.

He tiptoed in, and sighed slightly when he saw a pair in the bedroom who were hugging each other, "Boss? APLUS, APLUS?"

"What's the matter?" Song Ya, who was sleeping soundly, rolled over and asked.

"Mr. Geffen wants you to answer the phone."

"Ok."

"just now."

"just now?"

"Yes."

Song Ya became more sober, turned to look at Shakira who was still asleep next to him, "Um...you go out first." He got up lightly, took a thin quilt and covered the girl before going out gently Close the bedroom door.

"Mr. Geffen?"

"The plan has changed again. Can you come to Amsterdam early tonight? I have arrived." David Geffen said on the phone.

"But I tomorrow..."

David Geffen's tone was a little anxious, "Not far, there are many flights, and it only takes more than two hours on the road. If you miss it, there will be no chance for APLUS. The little Bronfman may leave for the rice tomorrow!"

"..."

Song Ya thought about it, "Well, I'm going now, where can I see you?"

David Geffen reported the address of an Amsterdam suburban estate.

"It's really troublesome." Song Ya complained about returning the phone to Hayden. "You can arrange the trip, I'll go to wake up." He took a casual shower, looked in the mirror while cleaning his hair, except that his chin became sharp. After a little bit, as the doctor said, it is almost 80% of its peak state, the muscle lines are basically back, and the abdominal muscles are still not obvious.

"Let's go, call Donovan, say hello to Estefan, and ask him to explain to me when Shakira wakes up."

Shakira fell asleep, and Song Ya didn't wake her up.

So they returned to the airport, and the group hurriedly arrived at Schiphol Airport in Emsteden, the Netherlands. Fortunately, they didn't have to enter the city. When they arrived at the address given by David Geffen, it took exactly three hours on the road, and it was dark.

"I'm almost a trapeze."

He didn't want to appreciate the famous spring scenery in Holland, he dragged his feet off the car, "Why are you here?" He saw Mariah Carey's agent Sandy Glenn at the door of this real European castle.

Sandy Glen was waiting for him, "Ms. Kelly is also here, otherwise it's hard to rationalize your excuses for coming."

"Thanks." He and David Geffen are partners of the same-sex brotherhood, and they often help each other. Song Ya complained, "but you should tell me in advance that you are stealing the ex-wife of the secret meeting with your current girlfriend in Europe? Not good."

"It's okay. The reporters here won't reveal the identity and itinerary of the guests. The estate belongs to a shareholder of Philips."

Sandy Glen led the way with a smile. The castle is also a pure old European style. The standing male waiters and the old European money who don’t recognize faces shuttle through it. Both men and women are generally older, but the number of people not much.

Song Ya touched her chest and chin. She wore a simple shirt and suit. She didn't prepare a delicate dress and bow tie. She didn't have time to shave a little bit of scum, which seemed a bit out of tune with the atmosphere here.

He met the curious look of the old money, kept smiling and Donovan, Hayden, and Old Mike followed Sandy Glenn from time to time to salute the man who lifted the wine glass to him.

"Here? APLUS, wait a moment."

David Geffen was telling Mariah Carey in the small hall. When he saw him, he immediately asked Sandy Glenn to stop Hayden and the others, and closed the door from the outside, "I have done the preparation work. What should I say? Six shots for five months..."

Two billionaires need to be so careful about their lines before going to meet a rich three generations. Song Ya feels a little self-degrading, but since everyone is looking at money... forget it.

"Of course, I know how to say it."

"That's good."

"Mimi, thank you for running for me." Song Ya thanked his former wife.

The ex-wife wore a big V-neck evening dress today, maintaining her usual exposed style after the divorce, and her hairstyle was changed to the same style as the very popular American sweetheart Jennifer Aniston.

In fact, she is in her current state of being a bit fleshy and sexy, but she can't get fat anymore, Song Ya thought.

"Hmph." She took a proud sip of her wine, turned her head and deliberately ignored herself, "The beard is not shaved." She said.

"Too hurry."

Song Ya opened his mouth and yawned again, "I haven't slept much these days."

"Hehe, Latin girlfriend ah?"

"Sit down. Sandy Glenn first go to investigate the actions of Little Bronfman. We are waiting for news here for now." David Geffen interrupted the two of them to quarrel.

"Okay. Little Rega is at home? Is it okay?"

"Huh?" The ex-wife refused to be thousands of miles away, and she came back with phrases when she talked about anything.

David Geffen didn't have much to talk about, he also flew from the United States soon, and the journey was exhausted.

The three of them fell silent for a while. The ex-wife didn't know how much she had drunk before she came, and blushed, "Drink less."

"You can control it!"

"He is free, come with me!" Sandy Glen opened the door to report.

"Yeah." David Geffen got up and walked out, followed by his ex-wife in high heels.

"Mimi, you don't need..."

"Busy me?"

Song Ya had nothing to do with her. He habitually stretched out his hand to pull the cloth on her chest to make it more decent. In exchange for a violent pounding, the back sounded.

"David, APLUS! Ha, Ms. Kelly! Welcome!"

Little Bronfman was chatting with two handsome old white men. He became even more drunk, and he yelled loudly when he saw a group of people lifting their glasses.

"Just call me Mimi." The ex-wife immediately turned into a socialite, and took the initiative to hold the rich three generations and clink glasses with him.

"Will you leave Sony Columbia Records next year?" Little Bronfman asked usefully.

"If you have this idea, will you take me in?" Mariah Carey squeezed Jiao Di Di's throat while looking provocatively here.

"Hahaha, of course, we need DIVA globally..." Little Bronfman laughed, "I will give you a very good price."

Hearing Song Ya's eyelids twitch when he saw this scene, he put his left hand into his pants pocket and stood still on the spot.

Sandy Glenn knew the couple too well, and he didn't feel good about it, so she quietly walked around behind them to pull Mariah Carey, and she shook her shoulders concealedly.

"APLUS has something to say." David Geffen felt it.

"Oh?"

Little Bronfman narrowed his drunken eyes and looked at himself.

"Uh, Mr. Bronfman, I sincerely apologize to you."

The two old white men stood by with a smile and didn’t mean to leave. Song Ya bit his head and said, “I realized that my behavior was very inappropriate, but that was because I was eager to restore my business. You should know that I brought back Amerika music. The whole process of the website is very difficult..."

"Emmm..." Little Bronfman was temporarily satisfied, and he brought the wine glass to his lips.

"Forgive him, for my sake, okay?" The ex-wife also helped beat the drum.

Song Ya gritted her teeth secretly and twitched the corners of her mouth.

"I have no problem here?"

Little Bronfman's arm was swayed by her, and he became more triumphant through his drunkenness, "How do you want me to help you? APLUS."

"It's the same thing. The suspension of the ban before Littman Media's IPO." Song Ya said bluntly.

"Six shots for five months..." Sandy Glen floated behind him again like a ghost, whispering reminders in his ear.

Song Ya ignored him and met the gaze of Little Bronfman.

"That's RIAA's job." This attitude couldn't move the little Bronfman, he shied away from it in an official way.

"Mr. Bronfman, that ban is not good for everyone, isn't it?" Song Ya took a glass of champagne from the passing waiter's plate. "This is not a normal way of doing business. The ban involves more than Amerika music. Websites, as well as Internet giants such as YAHOO, AOL, etc. The battlefield should be the Digital Millennium Act, as long as the bill is passed..."

"Six shots and five months..."

He turned a deaf ear to Sandy Glen’s reminder, and continued to speak fluently: “When the bill is passed, it will naturally have relevant and specific regulations on the original gray area of ​​the law. Now this innocent advertising ban is only against Lit Man Media’s IPO has almost no positive effect. The stock prices of Internet giants will suffer some short-term fluctuations, but the capital market is still waiting for the specific provisions of the bill to evaluate the future of the Internet..."

"Six guns and five months... forget it." Sandy Glenn saw the increasingly ugly expressions of Bronfman and David Geffen, helplessly giving up.

"Very good, very good, your business acumen is very good, APLUS."

Little Bronfman made two false slaps, then turned his head and asked the two old men who were talking before, "Where did we talk?"

Song Ya didn't bother to give him face anymore, so he squeezed his ex-wife's arm and left without saying a word.

"Oh! You hurt me!"

Mariah Carey protested after being pulled away from the young Bronfman, "Are you a scumbag?"

"You disappoint me APLUS." David Geffen came over and said.

"I was not told in advance that I needed a woman to help this kind of favor." Song Ya's hands were like iron tongs to prevent Mariah Carey from breaking free, and she was also concerned about not moving too much on occasion.

"What a naive macho."

David Geffin didn't want to worry about it, "Forget it, just be happy, Sandy, let's go."

"open!"

Song Ya couldn't take care of the two who left, and returned to the small hall to let go of his ex-wife.

"I just want to help!" There was no one next to her, and she yelled with anger, "The last time I was like Mr. Buffett, you didn't have any objection?!"

"That's different! Mimi, you are always like this, and you always have the ability to screw things up!" Song Ya quarreled with her.

"Ha, I messed up, don't forget who transferred you from Chicago to Hopkins, you might still be dizzy without me!"

She fought back while checking the pinched arm.

"I thank you very much, but this time is different from Mimi, the little Bronfman is not Buffett, this is not a nature!"

"why?"

"Because...because I saw you being so angry with him!"

Song Ya drank the wine in the cup, "Damn it, I can't bear it, I feel like vomiting when I see that son's face now, you are still complaining to him in front of me!"

"Leave me alone!"

Suddenly they stopped talking, and the small hall suddenly became quiet.

Nalitman Media...

"Huh..." Song Ya calmed down and sat down, supporting her knees with her elbows, stroking her hair.

"Forget it, it's not good for me, sorry."

Mariah Carey was in a cold war for a while, watching him come to apologize again, and ran to get the wine after not getting the answer, and poured the little ex-husband’s empty glass.

"I told you to drink less!"

Song Ya pushed aside the wine bottle in her hand, "As if this is not a word of concern!"

‘Oh! ’The wine bottle slammed on the thick fine carpet and made a muffled noise.

Mariah Carey sniffed her nose, tears streaming down her eyes, "I just want to help..." she cried aggrievedly while standing still, "I didn't know why I would help you, scumbag, and new girlfriend when I came so far. Show affection everywhere, people are laughing at me, and the theme song of Big Ship..."

"Also mention this, it's not that I didn't create opportunities for you! It's you..."

"Don't always yell at me. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

"Do you know how much the boy brother will lose if I haven't figured out today!?"

"Aung Aung Aung... You made me cry again. No one has treated me like this in my life, and I have treated him so well."

She broke down and cried.

"Because you are my hit nemesis, Mimi."

"Aung Aung Aung!"

"Cry a fart, you can hear it outside!" Song Ya dragged her into his arms and gagged directly.

She immediately embraced the man's neck and responded enthusiastically, as if nothing happened just now.

After a long time, Song Ya still had his hands in his pockets, and walked out of the small hall with his neckline open.

The ex-wife pouted her mouth, but followed obediently, and she flicked her hair left and right.

"APLUS, you choose it yourself."

Unfortunately, this time I met Little Bronfman head-on.

On the contrary, Song Ya was relaxed, and walked up to him, with his mouth close to his ears, lowered his voice, "Go back and eat yourself!"

(End of this chapter)

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