Chapter 1210 - A Song Laid

"Puff..."

On July 4th, the National Independence Day of the United States, Song Ya, who returned to the stands, almost laughed on the spot again, and hurriedly lowered her head to her knees, holding her hands and pulling her hair.

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

After calming down, he raised his head and comforted the Mercedes-Benz executives beside him sympathetically. Just now, Davosuk scored another goal. The German team was already behind Croatia by 0-3. There were only a few minutes left before the end, and the elimination was a foregone conclusion. People are completely hopeless.

"Hey! If it wasn't for the fact that he was sent off early in the first half, it wouldn't be like this. It would be too difficult to play with few players..." Mercedes-Benz executives lamented, looking for reasons.

"Is... one less?"

"you do not know?"

"Uh, I mean the tenacious sportsmanship of your country's players is so strong, it doesn't seem like there is one less...they are all running around the field."

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

The Mercedes-Benz executives glanced at the Croatian fans who were singing and celebrating and handing over the huge national flag, and then looked around at the German compatriots, who were much more numerous.

"Eat this."

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

"Well……"

While chewing, Song Ya noticed that the waiter had just removed the large champagne bottle prepared for the celebration. Now this situation...is a bit embarrassing, "Honey, give me some more German beer." He ordered Shakira, and at the same time Caring for advertisers.

"cheers."

The Mercedes-Benz executives clinked glasses with him proudly, "As, do you know that the largest individual shareholder of Chrysler is MGM owner Kerkorian?" Then they sat down and chatted about business.

"I've heard of it, but it shouldn't constitute a competitive relationship with you, right?"

Song Ya knows that Kerkorian also wants to buy Chrysler, but for a business worth tens of billions, as long as the relevant politicians are a little bit more normal-minded, they will not be happy to see the deal succeed. Just kidding, the third largest car manufacturer in the United States, a super-large enterprise , directly involving the employment of tens of thousands of people, let that casino tycoon play another capital game like MGM?

"Kerkorian has a lot of influence on the UAW," a Mercedes-Benz executive said.

"Casino tycoon."

This is inconvenient to talk about clearly. Historically, the mafia has had a great influence on the United Auto Workers Union. Although Kerkorian is not Italian, but he can grow in Las Vegas. The relationship between the two parties is naturally very close. Well, after the mafia ebbed or was washed clean, 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 Kerkorian. A casino tycoon and a foreign company have disadvantages. Even if Mercedes-Benz beats Kerkorian, they are still afraid that the other party will instruct the UAW to retaliate.

The auto industry union in the United States... it's not good to buy a hot potato at that time.

"In short, I will try my best to help. Don't worry, we and Chrysler both make cars, and Kerkorian is just a layman."

At most, I would like to mention it to politicians who are close to Underwood and the black party group. At most, you Mercedes-Benz paid me to be a spokesperson and it is not a political PR. If you really want to ask me to be a political PR, the endorsement fee is not enough , and I don't need to get involved.

If I don't help you with your tens of billions of business, wouldn't you do it? I'm insignificant all right.

Song Ya just wanted to earn some hard-earned money honestly, and keep it steady, anyway, the Internet industry is making money lying down with this momentum.

The same is true in the other direction. Although Kerkorian seems to be disgusted with the Bronfman family at the same time and has a common enemy with himself, he really doesn't want to have an intersection with some Las Vegas casino tycoon. That kind of person has no purpose. Achieve anti-provoking a show.

The World Cup is coming to an end, and two semi-final teams were born, namely 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 had come back from vacation, stared intently at the ESN channel, and she was not disappointed. He was sitting on the stand with his eyelids open and a dull expression on his face. It was very nice, but Shakira was not by his side. The next seat was a middle-aged white man with an unfamiliar face.

"Hello,...Sports Photo Agency? I'm Rashida Jones from the American Vibe Magazine..."

She dialed the phone proficiently immediately, and her father kept her hanging on the vibe magazine, "Do you have the live photos of Germany vs Croatia, as in the stands? Yes, clearer... We may not publish it, um , I will give you the company email address... I understand that if it is used for commercial purposes, we will pay for it."

Paying fart, after she received the email, she directly sent the picture to her new post on the American music website forum. This can't be counted as commercial use, right?

Whoa, Rashida, you are so strong! So fast and clear! Are you there? ?

Is Rashida there? I envy you to go to France...

A quick-and-dirty trip isn't hard for Quincy Jones' daughter, is it?

Don't keep implying 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 a photo of the stands without Shakira, it's annoying to see her!

Like my neighbor's wife, the Latin bitch is the most clingy, leaning on as all day long, showing disgusting love.

Rashida Jones refreshed happily, and followed up the posts very quickly. There were several pages in a while, and she appreciated them one by one.

She didn't leave the computer satisfied until some users with English mixed with Latin words responded to the previous message and quickly reduced it to a quarrel post.

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

"Can't I come?"

My sister has always been rude when speaking, "It's you, what are you doing in New York?"

"Stay for a while." Actually, she was hesitating whether to go to France to chase stars, so she came to New York, where there are many flights and short distances.

"Don't blame me for not reminding you, the street is a bit unsafe here, Pladdy's Bad Boys record and Irv Gotti's new Murder record, Staten Island's Wu-Tang gang fighting fiercely, and Foxy

os... The conflict between these people has almost developed to the point where they might draw their guns and fight each other. "

Kidada kindly reminded, "Be careful yourself."

"I'm not like you, I like to hang out in that circle. Wait..."

Rashida suddenly realized something was wrong, "Aren't Jazzy and Nas good brothers?"

"It's still the same at the beginning of the year, but I heard that Jazzy was found by nas to sleep with his woman not long ago, so..." As 2ac's ex-girlfriend, Kidada is very well-informed in this regard, and generally quite accurate.

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

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

"Hehe, don't be angry, someone will tell AS about such a big event. Oh, yes..."

Kidada wentssip again, "Why did I hear that Coca-Cola wanted to sign him? He's not as popular as before, and Coca-Cola..."

"Not popular before!?"

Rashida immediately grasped her sister's information blind spot, "Is he very popular now? A cup of life has established his new position in the world music scene, Mercedes-Benz, gui, Athens watch... Now with Coca-Cola, no Why do big companies like Hong invite him to be their global spokesperson!? You know very well that this is the treatment that only global superstars get!"

"Hehe, what's so fierce, Bitch? You're amazing, you're an as passerby, but what's the use of that? He already has a real girlfriend, she's very affectionate..."

Kidada countered, "Don't be idle, help me clean up, the party company is coming soon."

"what?"

"What else can you do, have a party."

"Then I'm leaving! Every time I make the house a mess!"

"Please!"

Rashida hated her sister's friends the most, so she just walked away, picked up the phone, called a taxi to book a plane ticket, went back to her room to pack up, and then went out with her bag.

At present, there is only as's Athens watch advertisement in the United States. She stared at the confident and smiling man in the light box in the car until she could no longer see it.

While waiting for the flight, she casually flipped through the latest issue of the French edition of Vogue, and found a photo shoot of Gucci by as, and quickly bought a copy for collection.

"Paris, here I come, woo woo woo..."

When I walked out of the Charles de Gaulle airport terminal, I suddenly felt a little regretful and wanted to cry. I pressed the colored inside page of As, who was dressed in Gucci and sat upright, on his chest, feeling very humble.

"Beautiful lady, welcome to Paris!"

French taxi drivers came forward to offer their courtesy.

"Take me to...the hotel."

It's all here, as she is always watching AS's movements, she naturally knows where the other party lives.

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

"Oh oh oh oh oh!"

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

"Is as red in France?" she asked.

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

"As!" She pointed to the car cassette player, "Is it red? Here." She can speak simple French.

"Oh..." The driver nodded repeatedly and gave a thumbs up, "Look!" Suddenly he pointed out.

Just passing by the Parc des Princes Stadium in Paris, the outer circle of the stadium is full of huge posters of famous players from various countries. In the direction pointed by the driver, AS, who is wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt and leather pants, is also among them. Pointing to the sky on one side, the hips are twisted to the other side with a large arc, and the smile is extremely bright and sunny.

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

"besides!"

Not far from the stadium, there is an open-air plaza for the public to watch football. A Mercedes-Benz advertisement is being played on a large display screen... Or is it a short film? It's not the time for the game, and it seems that the stereo is not turned on. AS is standing in front of an engine cutaway, smiling and saying something, and giving a thumbs up.

"It's everywhere! It's him!" The French driver took his hands off the steering wheel, gesticulating excitedly, "And those girls! They're crazy!"

When the car drove near the hotel, Rashida saw AS's smiling face again, being hugged by the female fans who were sitting on the lawn and resting in support cardboard. There were quite a few of them, and there were all kinds of slogans.

Chicago 1990