Chapter 1213

In a small episode, Song Ya didn't know that she was hitting the wrong way. At this time, the beauty Jennifer Connelly was really planning the operation. She was a new mother and had just gotten rid of the scumbag male photographer. She was preparing to work hard in Hollywood for a few more years. Affirmed artistically.

Therefore, her dressing style became more and more conservative, and she could always cover up the majestic couple very well, causing Song Ya to stare a few times to confirm.

During the entire World Cup, Song Ya was very honest, Shakira watched closely, he didn't even give Rashida any chance, let alone provoke Jennifer Connelly. I have already got it, but Yeremov has no time to activate it for the time being. In the future, I will have a chance in the future, and I will wait for the dust to settle on the Cold Mountain project.

Uh, there was only one time, the only time, before the finals, he went to shoot a commercial for Mercedes-Benz. In order to take care of his height, the Germans recruited the national supermodel Nadja Allman to act as the heroine, with a super super ten body The blond beauty, the kind with the Guinness Book of Records certificate, is 1.8 meters tall and 1.1 meters long with legs. The real half of her body is full of legs. Liz.

Based on the psychology of early adopters, the two people who saw each other experienced each other once in the middle of the shooting, so it can be regarded as a good memory.

It doesn't matter, Najia Allman was born in a wealthy German financial family in 1971. She is a real socialite and has no worries about being yelled out. It is purely a friendly match.

Those world-record-level legs are really amazing. They are long, straight, and well-proportioned. They are simply gems.

After clearing up my mood, the time came to July 12th, the day of the World Cup finals.

"Damn French!"

The French acted as a demon again, and temporarily notified here, that is, Song Ya, Shakira, and Gloria, that the closing ceremony arrangement was changed again. The Cup of Life and Reone will not be arranged for live performances. The three of them A branch venue with a stage and professional equipment pre-recorded the performance in advance, and then inserted it into the live broadcast signal of the closing ceremony for global broadcast.

Song Ya was furious, but she couldn't help it, and rushed to the branch venue cursing.

"Forget it, the good news is that this performance should not be interspersed with other scenes."

Estefan is very satisfied. His wife Gloria's singing has been frequently cut to the stands or the players by the broadcaster in the past month. It is the most 'disaster', and he does not resist the French's adoption of this method. The way, at least can guarantee the appearance time.

Some of the models who were going to participate in the closing ceremony of the YSL fashion show came later, and it was a pleasure to gather in front of the stage, although they were all wearing everyday attire...they were acting as concert audiences.

"hi, as."

"as..."

The beautiful faces greeted him and blew kisses when they saw him.

Since it was a big show with hundreds of people, ysl did not invite the current top supermodels: Linda Evangelista, Cindy Crawford, Christy Turlington, Naomi Campbell , Tajana Pardis, Kate Moss... None of them came, and the most popular one should be Carmen Kass.

Song Ya enjoyed the response very much,

But even if Shakira wasn't around, he wouldn't be able to provoke these girls casually. The model circle is too messy, and not everyone has the family background of Nadja Allman, who can detach himself from the outside world.

"..."

I've been tired of singing the song "Cup of Life" for a month, no, now he himself feels a bit like throwing up when he hears the accompaniment, but he is very dedicated, and I believe Fifa and the French won't pick their mouths in terms of cooperation. After changing into Gui's black short-sleeved T-shirt and silk wide-leg pants, he sang and danced on stage.

"Wow wow wow! oh oh oh oh oh..."

The overall tone of the stage and lighting effects adjusted by the broadcaster was darker, and there was also spraying of dry ice. In fact, he couldn't see clearly off the stage, but only saw pairs of raised hands waving left and right after him.

It didn't take long for him to hold his chin in the stands again and start a daze.

Zero to two, the Brazilian team in the final was like sleepwalking, especially the star Ronaldo...

The French are only one step away from hoisting the Hercules Cup at home. This World Cup is simply too perfect for them. The head star Zi Dan smashed the goal of the Brazilian team in the final with two headers from the left and the right. He He is a midfielder, and he usually doesn't have this scoring efficiency...

The Stade de France has become a sea of ​​joy for the host fans. Shakira has already leaned his head on his shoulder in discomfort. On the other side, the football superstar, the Brazilian Pele, has not said a word. In the voice, his face was ashen, and he couldn't sit still.

"There is still a chance." Song Ya comforted Bailey.

"It's stoppage time..." Bailey didn't finish his sentence, and the French team counterattacked and scored another goal.

Song Ya covered her face.

There was no more suspense at zero to three, the French were crazy with joy, Song Ya looked at the French commander not far away, the old man had already stood up with the people around him and raised his hands high, celebrating wildly.

The Brazilian Football Association executives and politicians are extremely disappointed, but they can only show their demeanor.

Okay, that's it, the French team members stood on the rostrum to show the Hercules Cup, and their World Cup journey should be over.

In fact, he doesn't care who wins or loses, including the US team. He has been around this month, but every time he spends even more time studying football, there are no mistakes in fake fans.

"How's the global response?"

On the second day, I set off to return to Mi. I had enough time in France, and it was boring.

"Very good, our performance was interrupted throughout the closing ceremony, and it ended perfectly!"

Estefan was very excited. The Frenchman was kind at last. The quasi-v was not cut in the whole process. His wife Gloria appeared on the screens of TV audiences around the world with Reone. That was a ratings scale of one billion. Advertisements and commercial performances are guaranteed for a long time in the future, at least in Latin countries, they can maintain their status as queens and old artists for a long time.

Of course, Shakira's popularity has risen to a higher level, and Song Ya is the biggest winner.

"Except for the United States, the audience for hip-hop music and football watching basically do not overlap. This means that you have opened up a brand new and extremely broad global market."

Estefan said enviously: "And this kind of catchy sports song can be sung for a long time, unless the World Cup every four years can produce another theme song that can overwhelm the cup of life, there must be a singer The degree of popularity and various aspects of image can suppress you."

Not to mention that the man I was talking to had sold two albums of diamonds before he sang the Cup of Life. He is a talented singer with excellent singing and writing, and he is also a billionaire. He is a third-rate male singer. This trip to the World Cup can also Bringing qualitative changes to his career, he became one of the world's top singers in an instant.

This is a long-term meal ticket, and third-rate singers will not have to worry about the rest of their lives relying solely on this song, let alone as.

He even felt that it was a little pity that for AS, which has been famous for a long time, it tasted like icing on the cake, and the utilization rate did not reach the optimal value.

"Well."

Song Ya really won't experience the big gap like a third-rate singer. He hasn't had time to explore the feedback after the closing ceremony was broadcast last night, but he doesn't want to stay in France for a moment. It's too yin and yang here, and he likes to pick the United States too much. Star's prick.

"Shakira, Mr. Rick Rubin, the president of Sony Columbia Records, has urged you several times. You must enter the recording studio immediately when you return to the United States. They must release your new album within this year."

Estefan excitedly said to Shakira again: "This time, we have enough to eat in the Spanish market. Even if the feedback from the music reviews is mediocre, the sales can reach five million! I have the confidence!"

"Can't I finish recording my a+ record in Chicago?" Shakira was reluctant to part for too long.

Song Ya kept moving forward at a constant speed, without squinting, but quietly raised her ears.

"No, uh, Rick Rubin is afraid that AS will retaliate against Sony Columbia, because in the past...as, did you have any conflicts over the rental fee of the recording studio?" Estefan asked.

"There is a thing, jazzy and Destiny's Child, they rented Sony Columbia New York studio for a while, and Rick guy hacked my Metropolis 5K for a day when he checked out."

As soon as Song Ya mentioned this matter, she became indignant, "J only has a price."

It's really dark, Estefan understands the market, j because recording comes with a lot of weird quirks and requires the entire studio staff to be on call at all times. In order to serve the King of Pop, Sony Columbia Records He will offer a daily price of 5,000 knives, and even if it is j, this price is quite a rip off.

"You wouldn't do this to me, would you? Honey." Shakira hugged his arm and dangled.

"Of course not, hehe, Rick has a guilty conscience." Song Ya sneered.

Shakira also knew that the two belonged to different record companies after all, so she pouted and didn't insist.

Song Ya was secretly delighted when the group was found by reporters and paparazzi at the airport, and they all surrounded them.

The old Mike led the bodyguards to set up the defensive line without any surprises, but he didn't expect that the situation was a little different this time. The reporters rushed forward desperately, violently and turbulently like the wave of zombies in the movie, and quickly compressed the group of people in one place. In small circles.

'Crack! Click! '

Pressing the shutter and the flash desperately, Song Ya didn't wear sunglasses, and covered her eyes with her hands in displeasure, and Estefan and Estefan protected their female companions.

Song Ya just wanted to leave as soon as possible, and had communicated with her a long time ago. Estefan stood up and agreed to undertake the interview task for the three stars.

But the reporters are indeed quite different from before. The still high proportion of South American reporters didn’t even give a group of good looks, “As! It’s rumored that you and Ronaldo and other Brazilian players had a carnival all night, which caused him to perform abnormally in the final. Is there such a thing? !?"

They asked sharply in English with a Latin accent, "You also caused Ronaldo and Suzanne to have a love affair? You stole Suzanne and was discovered by Ronaldo, causing him to lose his mind in the final?!"

"Why take them to a nightclub and get drunk before a game!"

"Stay away from our players!"

"The culprit!"

"You brought Ronaldo and Denilson down! Americans!"

"You don't understand what football means to us!"

The South American asked and shouted slogans, and squeezed forward like crazy, with the tendency of smashing the microphone on his head.

The British and French reporters followed behind to watch the fun with a smile on their faces.

puff! What the hell is this...

"Don't talk nonsense! How can I take them to the nightclub before the game!"

Song Ya was angry, and sternly refuted, "For the game on the 12th, we will be on the night of the 7th..."

"Don't say it, don't say it." Estefan knew it was terrible, and hurriedly stopped him from talking nonsense.

"Really, it's my fault for losing the game. I want to find a scapegoat? It's been so many days, and I didn't invite them to the nightclub. I'm just a guest...and what the hell is it that they ate Suzanne?"

Song Ya cursed and was escorted into the terminal by Estefan, Old Mike and others.

"We can't bear this blame, boss."

Hayden, who was waiting in the terminal hall, wiped his sweat and greeted him, "Brazilian fans are also very crazy. You must know that Escobar, the sinner of the Colombian team in the last World Cup, was shot and killed when he returned home..."

"None of my business! The French must be provoking it!"

Song Ya was angry.

"We must issue a statement in time, Shakira, come with me and help AS to prove it, at least suppress those messy gossip and gossip."

Estefan was calmer.

"Don't worry, it's all a misunderstanding. I'll help you clarify." Shakira said a few words of comfort, and hurriedly turned around with her agent to face the reporter again.

"It's always so inexplicable!"

"There is also bad news. Coca-Cola suddenly postponed the signing. The reason is that their risk control department has doubts about signing you." Hayden said again.

"Why!?"

The influence of Ulysse Nardin, Gucci, and Mercedes-Benz in the United States is far less than that of Coca-Cola. Being their global spokesperson means that they have a very powerful talisman on their body like Jordan is to Nike. As one of the largest advertisers in the media industry First, Coca-Cola can easily suppress some public opinion troubles for celebrities who are bound to its product image.

Song Ya asked back: "Is it because of why I broke the rumors about the Brazilian star?"

"No, Coca-Cola probably didn't know what happened in France when they notified me, and they didn't care much about it."

Hayden's analysis: "According to our judgment of William Morris, it may be that Universal has put pressure on them, or revealed something."

Damn it! The parent company is messing with its artists! There is something wrong with my brain!

The rich third generation's attention finally shifted back to himself again?

Has the war accelerated? Now the rich three generations have more powerful resources in their hands, Universal, Polygram, and Seagram...

Song Ya thought about it unhappily, and finally a fierce light flashed in her eyes.

He picked up his mobile phone, "Zecheng, call Lawyer Barron for me, you don't need to say anything, he will know what I mean when you call."

Chicago 1990