Chapter 1171? Don't Rely on Women

I was on the road for three consecutive days, and spent more time in the air than on the ground. In the middle, I also worked hard with Shakira to perform the Cup of Life and WeAreOne at the event held by the South American Football Association. When the flight landed in Zurich, Switzerland, Song Ya felt the ear There was always the humming and roaring of the aircraft engine, and Grondonazu, the president of the Argentine Football Association and the first vice president of FIFA, who was in his 60s, was still on the same plane.

"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 no matter who is on stage over the years, his position has always stood firm. His person and family are quite corrupt.

Of course, no matter how greedy they were, the little money would be indifferent to Song Ya today.

Donovan, Hayden and the performance team were all accompanying them. The William Morris agency had already helped him beat around the bush and manage Latin football, so Grondona and others were very friendly. South American Football Federation even announced before departure The Cup of Life and WeAreOne were selected into the 1998 World Cup Assortment Album, and they used the attitude towards the theme song to build momentum in advance without authorization.

Anyway, they support Blatter, who succeeded Awon, to win, so FIFA is still in charge of them, and their decision is the final decision.

"Yes, Mr. Grondona." Song Ya

"Thanks to Shakiraha this time."

After getting off the boarding ladder, Song Ya and Grondona's group broke up, and they rushed to Lausanne, and their group will live in the local Savoy Hotel in Zurich.

All public relations activities have already been completed, and there is no need to think about it when the matter is imminent. Song Ya and Shakira only need to stay in Zurich and wait for the results of the voting in Lausanne tomorrow, and go to Lausanne after receiving the news that Blatter has become the new FIFA president. Performance, or those two songs.

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

Donovan was very satisfied with the high-standard reception he received in South America. He thanked Shakira's manager Estefan, "Without her and you, APLUS would not have squeezed out Latino singers so easily."

"I'm popular over there too, 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 snuggled into his arms sweetly, and then couldn't help yawning.

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

Zurich is where the headquarters of many multinational organizations are located, and the atmosphere of star chasing is not strong. There are only two or three kittens who pick up the fans, all of whom belong to Song Ya. Except for Spain and Portugal in Europe, Shakira is basically a transparent person at present.

Song Ya cheered up, politely and patiently satisfied every fan's autograph and group photo needs,

Then he and Shakira drove to the hotel listlessly.

Zurich is surrounded by mountains and rivers. As a neutral country, Switzerland has not been greatly affected by World War II. There are well-preserved ancient buildings and picturesque scenery. There are not as many billboards on the streets as in the United States, but Song Ya still saw "Jack and Rose" , and Celine Dion, some areas in Switzerland speak French, it seems that Celine Dion is quite well-known here.

"There's a performance tomorrow."

Arriving at the Savoy Hotel in the old town, Donovan, Hayden, and Estefan were a little worried when they saw the current state of the two, and they all followed up the suite reminder.

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

Song Ya drove the three of them away, "Oh..." Then he let out a long and comfortable sigh, suddenly picked up Shakira, and both of them fell on the bed.

The Latin girl giggled happily and wriggled in his arms.

"Don't move, I'm tired." Song Ya said, staring closely at her big sparkling eyes.

"Yes." She obediently agreed, kissed her first and stopped moving.

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

"Go to sleep."

"Um."

Around four or five o'clock in the afternoon, Hayden begged old Mike to open the door.

He came in on tiptoe, and sighed slightly after seeing the pair in the bedroom who were hugging each other, "Boss? APLUS, APLUS?"

"What's wrong?" Song Ya, who was sleeping soundly, turned over in a daze and asked.

"Mr. Geffen put you on the phone."

"Um."

"Now."

"Now?"

"Yes."

Song Ya woke up a little, and turned to look at Shakira who was still sleeping beside him, "Well...you go out first." He got up lightly, took a thin quilt and covered the girl, and finally gently Close the bedroom door.

"Mr. Geffen?"

"The plan has changed again. Can you come to Amsterdam early tonight? I'm already here." David Geffen said on the phone.

"But tomorrow..."

David Geffen's tone was a little anxious, "It's not far, there are many flights, and the journey will only take more than two hours. If you miss it, you will lose your chance. APLUS, Jr. Bronfman may leave for Mi tomorrow!"

"..."

Song Ya thought for a while, "Okay, I'll set off now, where will I meet?"

David Geffen reported the address of an estate on the outskirts of Amsterdam.

"It's really troublesome." Song Ya complained and returned the phone to Hayden, "You arrange the schedule, I'll go sober up." He went to take a shower casually, and looked in the mirror when he was combing his hair, except that his chin became sharper After a while, as the doctor said, it is almost back to 80% of its peak state, and the muscle lines are basically back, and the abdominal muscles are not yet obvious.

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

Shakira fell into a deep sleep, and Song Ya didn't wake her up.

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

"I'm going to be a trapeze guy."

He had no intention of admiring the famous spring scenery in the Netherlands, and dragged his feet out of the car in a daze, "Why are you here?" He saw Mariah Carey's manager Sandy Glenn at the door of this real European castle.

Sandy Glenn was waiting for him, "Ms. Kelly is here too, otherwise it would be hard to justify your excuse for coming."

"Thanks." He and David Geffen are partners in the same-sex fraternity, and they often help each other with this kind of favor. Song Ya complained, "But you should tell me in advance, secretly meeting your ex-wife behind your current girlfriend's back in Europe? Spread the word Not good."

"It's okay, the reporter here will not disclose the identity and itinerary of the guests. The manor belongs to a shareholder of Philips."

Sandy Glenn led the way with a smile. The castle also had a pure old European layout, with straight male waiters and old European money who didn't know any faces. They were generally older regardless of the age of men and women, but the number of people not much.

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

Facing the curious eyes of the old money, he kept smiling and followed Sandy Glenn with Donovan, Hayden, and Old Mike, and from time to time returned salutes to those who raised their glasses of wine in the distance.

"Coming? APLUS, wait a moment."

David Geffen was telling Mariah Carey something 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. What should I say? Six shots and five months..."

The two billionaires need to be so careful about their lines before going to meet a rich third generation. Song Ya feels a little bit self-deprecating, but since everyone is looking at the money...forget it.

"Of course, I know what to say."

"That's good."

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

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

In fact, her current somewhat fleshy and sexy state is not bad, but she can't get fatter, Song Ya thought.

"Hmph." She took a sip of her wine arrogantly, turning her head and deliberately not looking at herself, "I don't shave my beard." She said.

"Too rushed."

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

"Hehe, little Latin girlfriend ah?"

"Sit down. Sandy Glenn is going to inquire about Bronfman Jr.'s actions first, and we'll wait here for news." David Geffen interrupted the bickering between the two.

"All right. Little Rhaegar at home? All right?"

"Ah, isn't it?" The ex-wife put on a posture of rejecting people thousands of miles away, and would reply with short phrases when talking about anything.

David Geffen also had nothing to talk about. He also flew from the United States not long ago and was exhausted from the journey.

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."

"I want you to manage!"

"He's free, come with me!" Sandy Glenn pushed open the door and reported.

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

"Mimi, you don't have to..."

"Take care of me?"

Song Ya had nothing to do with her, she habitually stretched out her hand and pulled the fabric on her chest to make it more decent, and in exchange for a hard punch, her back slammed.

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

Bronfman Jr. was chatting with two handsome old white men. He was even more drunk when he saw a group of people raising their glasses and yelling wildly.

"Just call me Mimi." The ex-wife immediately turned into a courtesan, and went to take the initiative to hold Fu Sandai and clink glasses with him.

"Are you leaving Sony Columbia Records next year?" Bronfman Jr. asked helpfully.

"If you have this idea, will you take me in?" Mariah Carey squeezed her delicate voice while looking at her provocatively.

"Hahaha, of course, Universal needs DIVA..." Little Bronfman laughed, "I will give you a very good price."

Song Ya's eyelids twitched when he heard this scene, put his left hand into his pants pocket, and stood upright on the spot.

Sandy Glenn knew this pair of enemies too well, and he felt bad, so he quietly went around behind the two and pulled Mariah Carey, but she shrugged her away covertly.

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

"oh?"

Little Bronfman squinted his drunken eyes and looked at himself.

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

The two white old men stood beside them with a smile and did not intend to leave. Song Ya bit the bullet and said: "I realize that my behavior is very inappropriate, but that is because I am eager to restore my business. You should know that I took back American Music The whole process of the website is very difficult..."

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

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

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

"Are I okay here?"

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

"It's still the same thing, to suspend the issuance of the ban before Litman Media's IPO." Song Ya said bluntly.

"Six shots for five months..." Sandy Glenn floated behind him like a ghost again, reminding him in a low voice.

Song Ya ignored him, and met Bronfman's eyes.

"That's the job of the RIAA." This attitude didn't impress Bronfman Jr., and he used an official tone to evade it.

"Mr. Bronfman, that ban is not good for everyone, is it?" Song Ya took a glass of champagne from the plate of a passing waiter, "This is not a normal way of doing business, and the ban involves more than just American 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 guns for five months..."

He turned a deaf ear to Sandy Glenn'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 innocuous advertising ban can not only hit Lite The IPO of Man Media has almost no positive effect, and the stock prices of those Internet giants will be subject to 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 shots and five months...forget it." Sandy Glenn gave up helplessly seeing the increasingly ugly faces of Bronfman Jr. and David Geffen.

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

Little Bronfman slapped his hands twice, then turned his head and asked the two old men who were chatting before, "Where did we talk just now?"

Song Ya didn't bother to give him any more face, so she went to squeeze her ex-wife's arm and left without saying a word.

"Oh! You hurt me!"

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

"You let me down APLUS." David Geffen followed up.

"I wasn't told in advance that I needed a woman to help me with this kind of help." Song Ya's hands were like iron clamps to prevent Mariah Carey from breaking free, and she was also afraid of making too much movement on the occasion.

"Really childish machismo."

David Geffen didn't want to bother, "Forget it, as long as you are happy, Sandy, let's go."

"open!"

Song Ya didn't care about the two people who left, and only let her ex-wife go when she returned to the small hall.

"I just want to help!" There was no one around, and she yelled angrily, "Do you have any objections to what I did to Mr. Buffett last time?!"

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

"Huh, I screwed up, don't forget who transferred you from Chicago to Hopkins, you might be fainting now without me!"

She fought back while checking the pinched red arm.

"I appreciate you, but this time it's different Mimi, Bronfman Jr. is not Buffett, it's not a nature!"

"Why?"

"Because... because I was angry when I saw you doing this to him!"

Song Ya drank the wine in the glass, "Damn it, I can't bear it, I feel like throwing up when I see that son's face now, and you are still mad at him in front of me!"

"Leave me alone!"

The two of them stopped talking suddenly, and the small hall suddenly fell silent.

Litman Media...

"Huh..." Song Ya calmed down and sat down, propped her knees on her elbows, and kept stroking her hair.

"Forget it, forget it, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Mariah Carey shivered for a while, and then came over to apologize after seeing him like this, but ran to get the wine after getting no answer, and poured wine into the empty glass of her little ex-husband.

"I told you to drink less!"

Song Ya pushed the wine bottle away from her hand, "It seems that this is not a word of concern!"

'Boom! ’ The wine bottle hit the thick and beautiful carpet with a muffled sound.

Mariah Carey sniffed, tears streaming down, "I just want to help..." She stood there and cried aggrievedly, "I don't know why I came to help you, scumbag, and my new girlfriend Showing affection everywhere, people laughing at me, and the big boat theme song..."

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

"Stop yelling at me all the time."

"Do you know how much money I will lose if I don't get it done today!?"

"Angangang...you made me cry again. No one treats me like this in this life, and I treat him so well."

She broke down and cried.

"Because you are my nemesis, Mimi."

"Heavy!"

"Cry ass, you can hear it outside!" Song Ya pulled her into her arms and gagged.

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

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

The ex-wife pouts her mouth arrogantly but obediently follows behind, flicking her hair left and right.

"APLUS, you chose it yourself."

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

On the contrary, Song Ya felt relaxed, walked to his side, put her mouth close to his ear, and lowered her voice, "Go back and eat yourself!"

Chicago 1990