Chicago 1990

"Hmm..."

At this time, Rashida was moving the mouse, skillfully editing the ribbon-cutting photo of the Bronfman Symphony Center coming from a reporter on the spot.

She cut off the person on her left and Shakira on the right of APLUS, adjusted it to a normal frame, compressed it, and added a title of "Yesterday's Activity Photo" to the Amerika Music website.

'I'm coming! Was it taken in Chicago yesterday? Oh my goodness...’

‘Why haven’t I notified! No one in the fan club knew he would go! Rashida is still great! ’

"I really envy you Rashida, I can stay with APLUS often..."

In the fan page, she already has some fixed little licking dogs. Every time she posts a new post, she will leave a message as soon as possible. Of course, there are more weird things, and it will take a while.

Staring at the brilliant smiles of myself and APLUS on the so-called group photo, I suddenly felt sentimental, crying out of breath for the humble self-deception.

She recalled yesterday...

After taking this photo, she returned to the brand new symphony hall with her father and his pesky European lover, and devoted herself to socializing with people in all kinds of costumes.

"Ha, Quincy! Natasha!"

Father Quincy Jones and his lover Natasha Kinski are both celebrities. No one does not know them. The general dialogue flow is probably: "What are you up to? Quincy, the soundtrack? How about you, Natasha? Working?"

"It's been a long time since I received a movie soundtrack. I am outdated, old and tired."

Quincy Jones will replied with self-deprecating: "Recently busy at Dinah Washington (50s black jazz, blues queen) commemorative concert..."

"Dinah...wow, everything seems to be still yesterday."

Older musicians will start to recall the past and sigh, "But more than thirty years have passed without knowing it, right (Dinah Washington died young in the sixties)?"

"Yeah, I have been dreaming of her more and more recently." Quincy Jones replied, he had a relationship with the other party.

"I just came back from Europe, yes, filming, ah, um, I don't know if it will be released in Beimi, the director is Antonijevic, a Serbian."

Natasha Kinski will brag about her new job, in fact, she only plays a supporting role in a few low-cost movies. When the conversation partner shows a blank look, she will immediately add, "The producer is Oliver Stone." Move out of the name of the director.

Both of them are accelerating their passing phase, especially after Quincy Jones was ruthlessly dumped last year by his lover, Will Smith, whose career was rapidly climbing to the top, and Natasha Kinski's blockbuster Fathers'Day lost at the box office.

"This is my daughter, Rashida, who is going to school at Harvard."

My father would then recommend himself like this, especially in front of some young talents, and of course also the entertainment and wine tycoons who spent 50 million to renovate here.

"This is my daughter, Rashida, who is studying at Harvard University."

Quincy Jones pushed his wife's back and made her take a small step forward, "Hope to become a lawyer."

"I'm more interested in drama." She declared immediately.

"Really? It's an honor to meet you, Rashida."

As the central figure in the audience, there are always many people around the young Bronfman. The noble son reached out his hand in a graceful manner, and at the same time turned his head to the side of David Geffen, and asked in a low voice.

"No, that's my sister." David Geffen's answer was very small, but it was clear to himself and his father.

Both can guess what little Bronfman was asking just now.

2PAC’s ex-girlfriend and sister Kiddada, who had been rumored with various celebrities, are undoubtedly more well-known, but in the eyes of the upper class, these are not good reputations.

"That's it." Little Bronfman shook hands with an impeccable smile, and after a few greetings, others quickly diverted his attention.

Quincy Jones grinned reluctantly, and Rashida felt a little boring herself. She left alone and started looking for the figure of the lover in her dream.

Damn, that **** didn't show up all afternoon!

"Will you pay attention to the occasion and make a fuss?! Mr. Bronfman is married! And don't look at how old you are..."

When he went back, he heard his father quarreling with his lover, because just now when Natasha Kinski was shaking hands with the super tycoon, he deliberately babbled, winked and twisted, and the old man was jealous.

"I'm not your personal item!" Natasha Kinski protested, and the two quarreled with each other.

This scene was the daily routine before the parents divorced, and now it's just a new woman beside his father, Rashida silently rolled his eyes, even a little gloating.

'you again! APLUS and Shakira have been together in the news picture, what do you mean Rashida? Use an edited picture to mislead other users of the forum? ’

‘I always like the pretended bitch! That's it in France! ’

‘APLUS and Shakira are a natural pair! you? Go home and look in the mirror more for yourself, Rashida! ’

After refreshing the page, the Shakira party of the forum really arrived, and they began to regain the direction of public opinion.

"Woohoo..."

Her tears flowed down again.

Barenboy, a classical music player, doesn't often hold salon parties, and she doesn't know that APLUS will come. Last night, she didn't want to go, but was forced by her father to come back to socialize.

"My daughter Rashida is studying at Harvard, yes, it's off."

Quincy Jones has a very clear goal, focusing on bringing his daughter to meet young performers he admires, all of whom are promising candidates in the classical music circle.

Leave this for me on a blind date? She was furious, "You're almost a little old man!" Without shaking her face, she almost couldn't figure out her family status?

"Then don't go far."

Barenboi came to call, and the old man left aggrieved.

Soon several young performers came over to talk to each other, and he would actually have fun before, but now...

‘Ding Ding Ding... everybody, I have Mr. Bronfman next...’

When the symphony center manager rang the wine glass in the middle of the hall, she noticed that the super tycoon was also there sometime. At the same time, she soon saw the figure of the man filling the heart.

A tailored Gucci black suit with buttons and an open neckline, frowned slightly as if thinking about something annoying, the tall and stalwart figure reveals a touch of melancholy that does not fit the personality but is particularly charming...

The point is that Shakira finally didn't stick to him!

Time must not be missed, she dismissed the young Toshihiko next to her, and immediately followed the crowd around her and approached quietly.

It's still slow. Because of the image, the man had already stood by the governor and his wife when they said hello.

"Hi..."

The man raises his eyebrows and smiles at himself, is it implying? She was a little unsure, but the other party's attention quickly shifted to other places, frequently toasting to other acquaintances in the hall.

"Ladies and gentlemen……"

Little Bronfman began to give a speech. The hall was quiet, and people were listening in silence, looking at him with precise smiles.

The man was also listening intently, his eyes looking at the little Bronfman were very hollow, obviously absent.

Rashida held the wine glass in both hands, happily getting closer and closer, and finally his face almost touched the other's arm, and waited for the little Bronfman's speech to end, she confessed, seduce, and did her best! Anything!

It smells so good...

She took a deep breath of the cologne and domineering breath of the man, and she was almost intoxicated.

"Hahaha..."

However, there was an episode immediately. A group of new guests walked in at the door, and the noise interrupted the little Bronfman’s speech. She turned her head and saw the beautiful mature woman Xue Linfen, who is rich in Hollywood golden age style, and the neutral style of rice. Rajovovich, Black Pearl Halle Berry, and double Oscars, Judy Foster, one of the favorites of Americans!

The four beautiful faces of tall and short figures and different styles immediately caused a small commotion. The men around them and the other female VIPs in the hall looked so eclipsed. Rashida was jealous that the eyes of the men around him suddenly lit up. Rubbing his chin and winking at them.

Of course she knows that apart from Judy Foster, the other three beautiful women are either true ex-girlfriends, or have given birth to children or have been rumored, she...

It’s too carefree and merciful, but she doesn’t feel so disgusted with this. After all, her father is an old scumbag. Who looks down on who... Instead, he pouted jealously and looked at Mira and the others. Demonstration.

Mira didn't respond, and Halle and Hallie looked like sisters and laughed at each other arm in arm. The men and women quickly discovered the chaos caused by the improper behavior of intruding, including Judy Foster. Outer circle, behind the other guests.

Little Bronfman continued to be interrupted in his speech, Rashida did not listen to a word, and continued to enjoy the time staying with the man.

"APLUS!" But the little Bronfman called his name suddenly, loudly and in a harsh tone.

She was taken aback, looked at the super tycoon staring in confusion, and then turned to observe the reaction of the man next to her.

It seems that the young Bronfman is insisting on letting him go up and express his opinion on what bill, "Today is your show, Mr. Bronfman..." The man squeezed out a smile and waved his hand and refused to give in.

"Faster!"

The little Bronfman was very strong, and greeted him with a little sarcasm in his booing, "...something in time! Come on!"

At this time, the man was twisted and sticky, making excuses to lie in place, causing her to feel a little disappointed and disillusioned. Ms. Sloan who wanted to intervene to help relieve the siege should take the responsibility.

"Don't let women be your shield!" Little Bronfman scolded.

"OK, OK, then I'll..."

Everyone in the hall looked to this side, and he finally agreed with a muddle.

"Yes! Come on! Come on! A few more words!"

Little Bronfman made a chic stage invitation move, and then gave up his position.

"After all, the family background, education, and wealth are too far apart, so the gap is still very large... Well, I am afraid that people are better than people. This is not wrong at all."

She thought secretly in her heart, and she couldn't help but take a few points.

"The Digital Millennium Act...contradictions..."

She raised her ears and eavesdropped on the conversation between the governor and his wife.

"FREEDOM!"

I was taken aback again, when the man suddenly yelled without a word.

The face in the center of the circle suddenly became very serious, and the domineering gaze glanced over in a substantive manner, like a sharp blade that has just been unsheathed, or a tiger just out of its cage, the hall is full of noble guests, and the hall suddenly becomes audible. ...

"Oh!"

He still couldn't work, he was the best. Rashida couldn't stand still in an instant, and he couldn't help but let out a faint groan, bringing his legs together, and there was no one else in his sight.

"So freedom? What about freedom?"

The man scratched his neck and began to express his long speech in an accent with a little bit of the black area of ​​Chicago's South City, "...is this reasonable?"

Speaking of this, he looked at the little Bronfman and asked.

Little Bronfman put one hand in his trouser pocket, holding a wine glass in the other, sneered, the corners of his mouth shook slightly from anger, his face flushed, but he did not respond.

The man looked away and continued: "OSP...it's only equivalent to a highway company..." His hand movements also increased, and he became more confident and relaxed.

The more he said, the more embarrassed the little Bronfman. Rashida can distinguish the embarrassment with the naked eye. Although his eyes are still frequently and severely glaring at the people in the hall who are coaxing with APLUS, he should not appear in this kind of family hierarchy. The pride, dissatisfaction, embarrassment and emotional swings on his face betray him.

Extraordinary.

"Well, I'm done, I have a little bit of a little bit of Mr. Bronfman."

Although it was in the mist, the man who had the obvious advantage finally teased the little Bronfman, then turned his head and looked down and returned to his original position.

The gazes cast by everyone became more solemn and complicated. They concealed their facial expressions, carefully turned their gazes at him who lifted the weight lightly, and then looked at the little guy who was talking in a low voice with David Geffen and others, and kept talking shortly. Bronfman...

Rashida was very happy, and boldly took the other's arms.

"We have only one view on terrorism, and we must fight back severely..."

Waiting foolishly, after finishing the long talk between Mr. Governor and Mr. Doug Morris, President of Universal Music, "You... wait here."

The man whispered a few words with Ms. Sloan and Mrs. Governor, then patted the back of his hand, "I'm going..."

What are you going to do? Before Rashida had time to ask, he slid deep into the crowd.

Ms. Sloan went on stage and continued to give a speech. Finally, it was the host Barenboi. When she was out of the show, she found out that she had been cheated. The man was gone, the group of Little Bronfman was gone, and Mira and the others had a father. And Natasha Kinsky... are gone.

"I'm furious!"

At this time, she didn't know about the man becoming a three billionaire, because David Geffen put it away after he got the magazine and didn't pass it on...

‘Shakira is just a substitute for Mariah Carey. APLUS has always loved his ex-wife and is the only woman he wants to marry. ’

‘Yeah, from the looks, it looks like it! Mariah Carey in small size. ’

‘Mariah Carey is more worthy, any conditions are suitable for him, don’t dream, APLUS won’t marry Shakira...’

Refreshing again, the Mariah Carey Party in the forum also started, more acrimonious, and soon quarreled with Shakira's Party.

"Aung Aung..."

All dreaming! The ghost, she just tore off the computer's power cord, crying even more sadly.

Lost looking for his father in Barenboi's house, he planned to say hello and go home to lick his wounds...

"Three billion? How could it be possible!?"

"About one hundred on the global rich list..."

"APLUS has made a lot of money on the Internet. No wonder it was on the side of the Internet industry just now!"

"It's not right to do this, he is somehow a traitor among our musicians..."

People scattered everywhere again began to buzz and talk.

What three billion? What traitor? She was secretly surprised, joined in to inquire, couldn't help but argue with other musicians and defend the man.

Three billion, the world's richest list...

After she heard the news, she became more anxious. The more she listened, the more reluctant and the more her breathing became, the best Nger in the world! It was a rare opportunity to meet in Chicago. She was unwilling to be the subject of stamp collection. She turned around like a fly without her head. Where did she go? Where did the people go?

'Snapped! ’

On the lawn outside, she saw her father suddenly slap Natasha Kinsky.

"Break up! We're over! Woo..." Natasha Jinsky ran away crying directly.

"Daddy!"

She was happy to read the jokes, but the slaps spread far in the empty lawn at night, and some people looked over.

I walked over and asked the painful father, "What are you doing!?"

"Slacker, bitch! If you catch a man, you will be a nympho..." the old man babbled.

Haha, deserved it, she had no choice but to send her old father home.

Quincy Jones panted with anger all the way, and refused to say what the reason was. After a few sips of wine at home, she went to bed and rested. She went back to the room lonely and began to remove her makeup.

At this time, the local little sister sent a text message, ‘I’m on the A+ record! APLUS party! It should be a show off group.

Her eyes lit up, yes! He just made it to the rich list, he must celebrate! Quickly re-applied makeup, dressed up, put on **** combat evening clothes with strong action, and rushed out the door with high heels.

On the way to A+ Records, there was a long way to go through sparsely populated and dimly lit suburbs. She looked out the window as if she could see her current mood.

"Miss, here we are." The driver drove the car into the parking lot.

"Do you have an invitation?" the guard at the gates of the two buildings were brightly lit.

"What invitation?"

"A text message, or someone else brought it."

She displayed the text message sent by the little sister, "I'm sorry, no, you can't go in Miss." The guard became very arrogant after looking at it.

"you do not know me?"

"Do not……"

Furious, she was blocked outside the door, and the eyes of the men and women who went in smoothly turned their heads back and were particularly hurtful.

"Mr. Hayden! It's me, Rashida...Yes...I'm..."

"Here!" She fiercely stuck her phone to the guard's ear.

"Sorry..." The guard gave way obediently.

"Humph!"

She shook her face and entered the party scene in the building.

No, no! The crowds are all local Chicago cafes and cafes, jumping wildly to the strong music.

"Mr. Hayden!" She blocked her ears and continued to harass.

"Oh! You are waiting where you are."

Soon, a tuner who claimed to be Eric came to find her, "Miss Jones? Come with me..."

The elevator went straight up, and she casually dealt with Eric's nagging about glorious history, what happened to accompany APLUS wearing second-hand clothes to New York and fighting with white people...

"Come in, don't talk nonsense, and don't behave like anything, and if I find out that something inside is spread by you, you know."

Hayden opened the door and warned.

"I know." She nodded.

Hayden opened the door.

That's right, the strong music of dong dong dong is in the ears, and the party is full of well-dressed big people, and the style environment is higher than the big scene outside.

She saw Linda, the president of A+ Records, exchanged a few words with her, and then the top DJs in Chicago such as Big A and Al, when she saw her, they came over to tease each other and make fun.

Going inside as if through the barrier, she tried to identify the celebrities present, Littman Media CEO Sloan, Mr. Littman of the Littman Publishing Family, A+ Film Studio CEO and President Yeremov, and former President of Sony Columbia Records Daniel Glass seems to be drunk, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com is being held by the old man of APLUS's personal bodyguard.

"Hahaha!"

In the deck center of the last level, APLUS is surrounded by elites, with drunken eyes and a dim but tired smile. It’s so attractive to lie down casually. His ex-girlfriend Milla Jovovich puts his long legs on his legs. On, the two of them bite their ears and whispered each other.

The double actress Judy Foster and Halle Berry are dancing in front of the deck, their behavior is very bold and hot, as if they are deliberately performing a special impromptu show for men.

And Xue Linfen and Natasha Kinsky who were sitting next to them drunk and chatting...

No, why did Natasha Kinsky come here again? Faster than myself, and laugh so loudly and sluttyly!

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