Chicago 1990

"Puff......"

On July 4th, the National Independence Day of the United States, Song Ya, who returned to the stand, almost laughed on the spot again. He hurriedly lowered his head to his knees and hugged his hair.

"No way, let's come again in four years."

Slowing his emotions, he raised his head and comforted the Mercedes executives beside him sympathetically. Just now Davosuk scored another goal. The German team is already behind Croatia by zero to three. There are only a few minutes left from the final. The elimination is a foregone conclusion. Germany People are totally desperate.

"Oh! If it weren't for being sent off early in the first half, it wouldn't be so, it would be too difficult for a few people to kick..." Mercedes-Benz executives lamented, looking for the reason.

"Less... is one missing?"

"You do not know?"

"Uh, I mean the tenacious sportsmanship of your country's players is too strong. It seems that you can't feel that one is missing... They are all running around the court.

Song Ya forced his way back, "Let's go in."

The executives of Mercedes-Benz glanced at the Croatian fans who were already singing and celebrating, and they joined hands to pass the huge national flag. Then they looked around at a much larger number. For example, the German compatriots who lost their exams, got up and walked into the company's box behind.

"Eat this."

Shakira had already hid in, and saw her boyfriend come in and stuffed a strawberry into his mouth.

"Well……"

Song Ya chewed and noticed that the waiter had just removed the big champagne bottle prepared for the celebration. Now this situation... is a bit embarrassing, "Honey, give me some more German beer." He told Shakira. Intimately slow cheeks for advertisers.

"Cheers."

Mercedes-Benz executives clinked glasses with him, "as, do you know that Chrysler's largest individual shareholder is MGM boss Kirklian?" Then he sat down and talked about business.

"I've heard of it, but it shouldn't compete with you?"

Song Ya knows that Kirklian also wants to buy Chrysler, but with a tens of billions of business, as long as the relevant politicians’ minds are slightly normal, they will not be happy to see that the transaction succeeds. Just kidding, the third largest car manufacturer in the United States and a super-large company. , Directly involving the employment of tens of thousands of people, make that casino tycoon like to toss another capital game at MGM?

"Kerkerian has a great influence on the United Auto Workers Union." Mercedes-Benz executives said.

"Casino tycoon."

This is inconvenient to talk about. Historically, the Mafia has had a great influence on the United Auto Workers’ Union. Although Kirklian is not of Italian origin, but can grow up in Las Vegas, the relationship between the two parties is naturally very close. After the Mafia ebb, or in other words, after being washed out, it definitely gave him a lot of power.

"So you should know what we are worried about." Mercedes-Benz executives said.

Mercedes-Benz is bidding with Kirkrian. A casino tycoon and a foreign company have disadvantages. Even if Mercedes-Benz defeats Kirkrian, they are still afraid that the other party will instigate the United Auto Workers Union to retaliate. The American Auto Industry Union... It's not good to buy a hot potato at that time.

"Anyway, I will try my best to help. Don't worry, we and Chrysler build cars. Kirkrian is just an outsider."

At most, I would like to mention to politicians who are close to Underwood and the black party group. At most, you Benz paid me to come to the present spokesperson, but it’s not political public relations. If you really want me to be political public relations, the endorsement fee is not enough. , And I can't mix it up.

If I don’t help you with your tens of billions of business, can’t I do it? I am insignificant.

Song Ya just wants to earn some hard money honestly, and come steadily, anyway, the momentum of the Internet industry is lying down and earning.

The same is true in the other direction. Although Kirklian seems to be disgusting the Bronfman family at the same time and has common enemies with himself, he really does not want to have an intersection with some Las Vegas casino tycoon, that kind of person has no other purpose. Achieved a counterattack.

The World Cup is coming to an end, and two semi-final teams are born, Brazil and Croatia.

Later on the east coast of the United States, in a New York mansion under the name of Quincy Jones, Rashida Jones, who has returned from vacation, stared at the esn station intently. He was not disappointed. The face of as in the picture was fleeting, and he was strong. Sitting in the stands with open eyes and a dull face, it was very good, it was rare that Shakira was not by his side, and next to him was a middle-aged white man with a strange face.

"Hello,...Sports Photo Agency? This is Rashida Jones from Vibe Magazine in the US..."

She immediately dialed the phone proficiently, and my father kept letting her hang on the vibe magazine's idle job, "Do you have any live photos of Germany vs. Croatia, as in the stands? Yes, to be clear... we may not publish it, eh , I’ll give you the company’s email address... I understand that we will pay if it is used for commercial purposes."

Paid a fart. After she received the email, she sent the picture directly to her new post on the Amerika Music website forum. This can't be counted as commercial use, right?

Wow, Rashida, you are too strong! So fast and clear! Are you here? ?

Is Rashida at the scene? I really envy you to go to France...

It’s not difficult for Quincy Jones’ daughter to come and go, right?

Don't keep suggesting anything, Rashida is a top student at Harvard, and she started her own business very early...

as looks so tired, so distressed!

Yeah, yeah, and finally there is no Shakira's stand photo, it's annoying to see her!

Like my neighbor’s wife, Latin Bitch is the most clingy, leaning on AS all day, showing her affection and showing people disgusting.

Rashida Jones refreshed happily, and the post was very fast, with several pages in a while, and she appreciated them one by one.

It wasn't until some users who had English mixed with Latin words countered the previous messages and quickly turned into quarrel posts, that she left the computer contentedly.

"Why are you here?" Just in time to meet Kidada Jones who had just entered the door.

"Can't I come?"

My sister has always been rude, "It's you, why are you here in New York?"

"Stay for a while." In fact, she was hesitant to go to France to chase stars, so she came to New York, where the flight distance is shorter.

"Don't blame me for not reminding you, the street here is a bit unsafe, the bad boy record that brags about the old man, the newly established murder record of irv Gaudi, the Wudang Gang alliance in Staten Island are fighting, and foxy

os...The contradiction between these people has quickly developed to the point where they may draw their guns and fight each other. "

Kedada kindly reminded, "Be careful yourself."

"I'm not like you, I like to mix in that circle. You wait..."

Rashida suddenly realized that something was wrong, "Aren't jazzy and nas good brothers?"

"It was still at the beginning of the year, but I heard that Jazzy was discovered by NAS not long ago the woman who slept with him, so..." As 2ac's ex-girlfriend, Kedada has very good information on this aspect and is generally quite accurate.

"Does jazzy's boss know? Nas is his boss's good brother!"

Wouldn't it be more reason to go to France to find him? Rashida struggled fiercely inside.

"Hehe, stop making a fuss, someone will tell As for such a big thing. Oh, right..."

Kiddada had another gossip, "Why did I hear that Coca-Cola was signing him? He is not as popular as Coca-Cola..."

"Not as red as before!?"

Rashida immediately grabbed the information blind zone of his sister, "He is so popular now, okay? A cup of life established his brand new position in the world music scene, Mercedes-Benz, Gui, Athens watch... Now also add Coca-Cola, no Why do these big companies ask him to be their global spokesperson!? You know very well that this is the treatment that global superstars can get!"

"Haha, what's so fierce, bitch? You're amazing, you're a passerby, but what's the use? He already has a real girlfriend, so loving..."

Kidada fought back, "Don't be idle, help me clean up, and people from the company are coming."

"What are you doing?"

"What else, hold a party."

"Then I'm leaving! Every time I make the house utterly smeared!"

"Please!"

Rashida's friends who hate her sister the most, they just leave, pick up the phone and call a taxi to book a ticket, go back to the room, pack up, and go out.

At present, there is only AS's Athens watch advertisement in the United States. She was in the car watching the confidently smiling man in the light box until she never saw it again.

When she was waiting for the flight, she flipped through the latest issue of the French version of vogue magazine, and she discovered the portrait photos taken by as for Gucci, and quickly bought a collection.

"Paris, I'm coming..."

When I walked out of the Charles de Gaulle Airport terminal, I suddenly regretted a little bit of crying. I pressed the colorful inner page of As, who was wearing a Gucci and sitting with his feet up, on his chest, feeling very humble.

"Beautiful lady, welcome to Paris!"

The French taxi driver came up to show his courtesy.

"Send me to... the hotel."

It's all here, as she is always watching the movement of As, she naturally knows where the other party lives.

The atmosphere of the World Cup here is completely different from that of the United States. The more you drive towards the city center, the French flags are everywhere on both sides of the street, and the entrances of restaurants and bars on the street are also painted with football elements.

"Oh oh oh oh oh!"

The taxi driver happened to also put the cup of life and sang loudly.

"Is as red in France?" she asked.

"What?" The other party didn't understand English well.

"As!" She pointed to the car cassette player, "Red? Here." She speaks simple French.

"Oh..." The driver nodded in a long tone~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and gave a thumbs up, "Look!" Suddenly he pointed his hand out.

Passing by the Parc des Princes in Paris, a circle outside the stadium is full of huge posters of famous players from all over the world. As the driver is pointing, as is wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt and leather pants. He is holding a microphone in one hand and tilting the other. Pointing to the sky on one side, his hips twisted to the other side with a big arc, his smile was extremely bright and sunny.

Get cash red envelopes and read books to get cash! Follow the WeChat public account book friends base camp, cash points are waiting for you!

Rashida noticed Shakira on the side again, her mouth curled.

"and also!"

Not far from the stadium, there is an open-air plaza for the public to watch the game, and the advertisement of Mercedes-Benz is playing on the big screen... or a short film? It was not time for the game, and it seemed that there was no sound. As was being hugged and stopped in front of an engine profile, with a smile on his face, he was saying something, and he also gave a thumbs up.

"It's everywhere! It's all him!" The French driver left the steering wheel with both hands, excited with excitement. "And the girls! They are crazy!"

When the car drove near the hotel, Rashida saw the smiling face of As again. The female fans who had been sitting on the lawn rested and hugged them in cheering cardboards. There were a lot of people and all kinds of slogans.

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