Chapter 1227 What I See and Hear

"Mmmmm..."

At this time, Rashida was moving the mouse, skillfully editing the ribbon-cutting photos of the Bronfman Symphony Center that a reporter on the scene wanted.

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

'I'm coming! Was it shot in Chicago yesterday? Oh my god it's a good match...'

'Why didn't you notify me! No one in the fan club knew he was going! Still Rashida is amazing! '

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

In the fan page, she already has some regular licking dogs, and she will leave a message as soon as she posts a new post. Of course, there are more weird words, so it will take a while to arrive.

Staring at the bright smiles of myself and APLUS in the so-called group photo, I suddenly felt very sad, crying out of breath for the humble self-deception.

She recalled yesterday...

After this group photo was taken, she returned to the brand new Symphony Hall with her father and his obnoxious European lover, throwing themselves into socializing with all kinds of costumed people.

"Ha, Quincy! Natasha!"

Father Quincy Jones and his lover Natasha Kinski are both celebrities, and no one does not know each other. The general dialogue flow is probably: "What are you up to now? Quincy, the soundtrack? What about you, Natasha? Still together Working?"

"It's been a long time since I've gotten a film score job, I'm dated, old and tired."

Quincy Jones would answer in a self-deprecating way: "I've been busy with Dinah Washington's memorial concert recently..."

"Dinah...wow, it's still like yesterday."

Older musicians will start to recall the past and sigh, "But before you know it, more than 30 years have passed, right (Dinah Washington died young in the 60s)?"

"Yeah, I've been dreaming about her more and more lately," replied Quincy Jones, with whom he had a relationship.

"I just came back from Europe, yes, filming,, ah, 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, which is actually only a small supporting role in a few low-budget films, and when the conversation partner looks blank, she will immediately add, "The producer is Oliver Stone." Move out the name of the big guide.

Both of them are in the accelerated stage of passing out, especially after Quincy Jones was ruthlessly dumped by Will Smith, who was in love with his protege and his career was climbing to the top, last year, and the blockbuster Fathers' Day, which joined Natasha Kinski, failed at the box office.

"This is my daughter, Rashida, going to Harvard."

Father would introduce himself like this afterwards, especially in front of some young talents, including of course the entertainment and liquor tycoons who spent fifty million on renovating and renovating the place.

"This is my daughter, Rashida, at Harvard."

Quincy Jones pushed her daughter on the back and let her take a small step forward, "I 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, Bronfman Jr. was always surrounded by many people. The aristocrat stretched out his hand gracefully, and at the same time turned his head to David Geffen beside him, asking something in a low voice.

"No, that's my sister." David Geffen replied in a low voice, but it was clearly heard by himself and his father.

Both of them could guess what Bronfman was asking just now.

2PAC's ex-girlfriend and sister Kidada, who had scandals with various celebrities, are undoubtedly more famous, but in the eyes of the upper class, these are not good reputations.

"That's it." Little Bronfman shook hands with an impeccable smile, exchanged a few words, and was quickly distracted by others.

Quincy Jones forced a few dry laughs, and Rashida herself felt a little bored, so she left alone and began to look for the figure of her dream lover.

Damn it, that bastard didn't show up all afternoon!

"Could you pay attention to the occasion before you get angry?! Mr. Bronfman is married! And it doesn't matter how old you are..."

When he went back, he heard his father arguing with his lover, because Natasha Kinski purposely whineed, winked, and wriggled when she shook hands with the super tycoon just now, and the old man was jealous.

"I am not your personal property!" Natasha Kinski protested, and the two quarreled with each other.

This scene was the daily routine before the parents divorced. Now it is just that the father has changed to a woman. Rashida silently rolled her eyes, and even gloated a little.

'you again! APLUS and Shakira have been together in the news pictures, what do you mean Rashida? Misleading other forum users with an edited picture? '

'I always like the bitch who pretends to be familiar! That's how it is in France! '

'APLUS and Shakira are made for each other! you? Go home and look in the mirror more, Rashida! '

After refreshing the page, the Shakira Party of the forum really arrived, and they began to turn back the wind of public opinion harshly.

"Woo woo woo..."

Tears flowed down her face again.

Classical music guru Barenboy doesn't often hold salon parties, and she didn't know that APLUS would come. Last night, she didn't want to go, but was forced by her father to socialize again.

"My daughter, Rashida, is studying at Harvard, yes, on vacation."

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

Why don't you give me a blind date? She was furious, "Old man, you're almost the same size!" She almost didn't know her family status without shaking her face?

"Then don't go far."

Just when Barenboy came to call, the old man left aggrieved.

Soon, several young performers came over to strike up a conversation. In the past, he would have enjoyed it, but now...

‘Ding ding ding...Everyone, Mr. Bronfman is invited below...'

When the manager of the symphony center knocked on the wine glass in the middle of the hall, she noticed that the super tycoon had also arrived at some point, and at the same time, she saw the figure of the man who filled her heart again.

A well-tailored Gucci black suit with the buttons and neckline open, frowning slightly as if thinking about something troublesome, the tall and stalwart figure reveals a touch of melancholy that doesn't fit the personality but is extraordinarily charming...

The point is that Shakira is finally not sticking to him!

There was no time to lose, she dismissed the young Toshihiko beside her, and immediately followed the flow of people around, approaching quietly.

It's still slow, because of the need to scruple on the image, the man had already stood beside the governor and his wife when they greeted each other in the past.

"Hi..."

The man raised his eyebrows and smiled at himself, was he hinting? She was a little uncertain, but the other party's attention quickly shifted to other places, and she frequently toasted to other acquaintances in the hall.

"ladies and gentlemen……"

Bronfman Jr. started to give a speech. The hall was very quiet. People were listening to the speech in silence, and all looked at him with precise smiles.

The man was also listening intently, looking at little Bronfman with very empty eyes, obviously absent-minded.

Rashida held the wine glass in both hands, and she leaned closer and closer with joy, until her face almost touched the opponent's arm, and when Bronfman's speech was over, she confessed, seduced, and tried her best! Anything goes!

It smells so good...

She took a deep breath of the man's cologne scent and domineering aura, almost intoxicated.

"Hahaha……"

But there was an episode immediately. A group of new guests walked in at the door, and the noise of play interrupted Bronfman's speech. She turned around and saw Xue Linfen, a beautiful mature woman full of Hollywood's golden age style, and Mimi, who had a neutral style. Rajovovich, Black Pearl Halle Berry, and double Oscar queen, Jodie Foster, one of the favorites of Americans!

The four beautiful faces with different heights and styles immediately caused a little commotion. The men around them and the other female VIPs in the hall seemed so eclipsed. Rashida found jealously that the eyes of the men beside them suddenly lit up. Rubbing his chin and winking at them.

Of course she knew that apart from Jodie Foster, the other three beauties were either real ex-girlfriends, or had children or had scandals, and she...

It's too hard-working, showing mercy everywhere, but she doesn't feel so disgusted with this, after all, her father is an old scumbag, who looks down on who... Instead, she pouted jealously, looked at Mira and the others, demonstration.

Mira didn't respond, she and Harry were like sisters and held hands and smiled at each other. The group of men and women quickly discovered the chaos caused by the rash inappropriate behavior, including Jodie Foster, and hid in the Outer circle, behind the other guests.

Bronfman Jr. continued his interrupted speech, Rashida didn't listen to a word, and continued to enjoy his time with the man.

"APLUS!" But Bronfman Jr. called out his name suddenly, loudly and harshly.

Startled, she looked at the super tycoon who was staring at her in confusion, and then turned her head to observe the reaction of the man beside her.

It seemed that Bronfman Jr. was insisting that he go up and express his opinions on some bills, "Today is your show, Mr. Bronfman..." The man forced a smile, waved his hands and refused to submit.

"hurry up!"

Bronfman Jr. was very forceful, and greeted him with a sarcasm in his booing, "...time matters! Come on!"

At this time, the man was sticky and sticky looking for excuses to stay where he was, which made her feel a little disappointed and disillusioned. Ms. Sloan, who interrupted to help out, was more responsible.

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

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

Everyone in the hall looked this way, and he finally agreed in a muddled way.

"Yes! Come on! Come up! Talk a little more!"

Bronfman Jr. made a dashing stage invitation and stepped aside.

"After all, family background, upbringing, and wealth are all far behind, so the gap is still very big... Sigh, I'm afraid that people will compare with others. This is not true at all."

She secretly thought of it, and couldn't help but take away a little bit of love.

"Digital Millennium Act...contradictory..."

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

"FREEDOM!"

Startled again, the man suddenly yelled without beginning or end without saying a few words.

The face in the center of the circle suddenly became very serious, and the domineering eyes glanced over, like a sharp knife just out of its sheath, or a tiger just out of its cage. ...

"oh!"

Still can't do it, he is the best, Rashida almost couldn't stand still in an instant, and couldn't help making a soft moan, and put his legs together, and there was no one else in sight.

"And freedom? What about freedom?"

The man stiffened his neck, and began to deliver his tirade with an accent with a bit of an accent in the black neighborhood of Chicago's South Side, "...is this reasonable?"

Speaking of this, he looked at Bronfman Jr. and questioned him.

Little Bronfman put one hand in his trouser pocket, held the wine glass in the other, and sneered, the corners of his mouth trembling slightly because of anger, his face flushed red, but he didn't respond.

The man looked away and continued: "OSP...it is only equivalent to the road company..." His hand movements also increased, and he became more and more confident and relaxed.

The more he talked, the more embarrassing little Bronfman became. Rashida could tell the embarrassment with the naked eye. Although his eyes were still sternly glaring at the people in the hall who were booing and agreeing with APLUS, they shouldn't appear in such a family background. The pride, disbelief, embarrassment and emotional fluctuations on his face all betrayed him.

Extraordinary.

"Okay, I'm done talking, and I'll meet Mr. Bronfman Jr."

Although he was confused, the man who clearly had the upper hand teased little Bronfman at last, then turned his head to look around, and returned to his original position.

Everyone's eyes became more dignified and complicated. They concealed their facial expressions, and carefully cast their eyes on him who was lifting weights lightly, and then looked at the little boy who was talking with David Geffen and others in a low voice, and kept giving short lectures. Bronfman...

Rashida was so happy that she boldly took the other party's arm.

"We have only one view on terrorism, and it must be dealt with harshly..."

Waiting stupidly, after finishing the long speech between Mr. Governor and Mr. Doug Morris, President of Universal Music, "You...wait here for a while."

The man chatted with Ms. Sloan and the governor's wife in a low voice, then patted the back of his hand, "I'll go..."

What are you going to do? Before Rashida could ask, he slipped into the depths of the crowd.

Ms. Sloan went on stage and continued to give speeches, and finally the owner Barenboy. When she waited for the 'end', she found that she had been deceived. The man was gone, and so was the group of Bronfman Jr., Mira and the others and their father And Natasha Kinski... are gone.

"I'm furious!"

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

‘Shakira is just a replacement for Mariah Carey, APLUS has always loved his ex-wife and is the only woman he’s willing to marry. '

'Yeah, you can tell from the appearance, how similar! Just a small Mariah Carey. '

"Mariah Carey is more worthy, any conditions are suitable for him, don't dream, APLUS will not marry Shakira..."

Refreshing again, the Mariah Carey party in the forum also started, more vitriolic, and soon became a quarrel with Shakira's party.

"On high..."

We are all dreaming! That philanderer, she tore off the power cord of the computer directly, and cried even more sadly.

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

"Three billion? How is it possible!?"

"About 100 richest people in the world..."

"APLUS has made a lot of money on the Internet, no wonder it just took the side of the Internet industry!"

"It's wrong to do this, he is a traitor among us musicians to some extent..."

The re-scattered people buzzed into conversation.

What three billion? What traitor? She was secretly frightened, and joined in to inquire, and couldn't help arguing with other musicians and defending the man.

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

After she inquired about the news, she became even more anxious. The more she listened, the more reluctant she became, the more her breath became short of breath. The best Nger in the world! It's a rare chance to meet her in Chicago. She is not willing to be just a stamp collector. She is wandering around like a headless chicken. Where is she going? Where did people go? Angangang...

'Snapped! '

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

"Break up! We're done! Woo..." Natasha Kinski ran away crying.

"Daddy!"

She was happy to watch the jokes, but the sound of slapping was heard far away on the empty lawn at night, and some people looked over.

Walking over to question the pained old man who held his heart, "What are you doing!?"

"Slut, bitch! If you catch a man, you'll go crazy..." the old man cursed endlessly.

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

Quincy Jones was so angry that she gasped for breath all the way, asked why but refused to say, got home and took a few sips of wine before going to bed, and she went back to her room lonely and began to remove her makeup.

At this time, the local little sister sent a text message, 'I'm at A+ Records! APLUS party Oh! ’ It should be a group post to show off.

Her eyes lit up, yes! He just entered the rich list, so he must celebrate! Quickly reapply makeup, dress up, put on a sexy combat evening outfit with strong mobility, and rush out of the gate with high heels.

On the way to A+ Records, there is a long section to pass through sparsely populated and dimly lit suburbs. She looked out the window, as if seeing her current mood.

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

"Do you have an invitation?" asked the guard who guarded the door as the two buildings were brightly lit.

"What invitation?"

"A text message, or have someone bring it with you."

She showed the text message sent by the little sister, "I'm sorry, no, you can't go in, miss." After the guard glanced at it, his attitude became very arrogant.

"you do not know me?"

"No……"

She was so angry that she was blocked outside the door, and the eyes of those men and women who went in smoothly turned their heads back, which was particularly hurtful.

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

"Here!" She viciously pressed the phone to the guard's ear.

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

"snort!"

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

No, no! The crowds are all local chicks and gamers in Chicago, dancing to the powerful music.

"Mr. Hayden!" She blocked her ears and continued to harass, not giving up until she achieved her goal.

"Alas! 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 nagging about the glorious history, such as accompanying APLUS in second-hand clothes to New York, fighting with white people, etc...

"Come in, don't talk nonsense, and don't do outrageous things, and if I find out that the inside things are passed on by you, you understand."

Hayden opened the door to warn.

"I know." She nodded.

Hayden opened the door.

That's right, the strong music of thump thud thump was heard in the ears, and the party was full of well-dressed dignitaries, and the style of the environment was higher than that of the big venue outside.

She saw Linda, the president of A+ Records, and exchanged pleasantries with her, and then the top DJs in Chicago, such as Big A and Al, came over to tease each other and play around when they saw her.

Going inside like breaking through a barrier, she tried to identify the celebrities present, Littman Media CEO Sloan, Littman Publishing Family Mr. Littman, A+ Film Studio CEO and President Yeremov, former Sony Columbia Records President Daniel Glass seemed to be drunk, and was being helped by the old man of APLUS's personal bodyguard as he passed by.

"Hahaha!"

In the center of the booth in the last level, APLUS is surrounded by elites, with a drunken but tired smile, half-lying casually is so attractive, ex-girlfriend Milla Jovovich put her long legs on his lap In the morning, the two of them whispered in each other's ears.

Jodie Foster and Halle Berry are dancing close-fitting in front of the booth. The behavior is very bold and hot, as if deliberately performing a special improv show for men.

And Xue Linfen and Natasha Kinski who were sitting drunk and chatting next to each other...

No, why is Natasha Kinski here again? Faster than myself, and laugh so loud and wild!

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