Chapter 720 ? Colosseum

OK, I understand. "

The result is not surprising. Song Ya is also satisfied with the restraint of Dingkins and others. This is consistent with the results of his previous discussions with Ms. Sloan and Alicia. The other parties are both experienced politicians and they are not crazy enough just because If you can't get investment, you will have a feud with a "person of your own" who is also a popular singer and billionaire.

After promising not to continue poaching, Song Ya left Albany. While the Gulfstream plane took off, the old men who stayed in the room had already made several rounds of phone calls with Russell Simmons.

"Simmons said that there are some differences among their own people now, and the first wave of revenge by APLUS made LL Cool J retreat, and the angry father also expressed on the spot yesterday that he would not participate in this matter."

Percy Sutton lightly put the topic on the landline, "The news about LL Cool J's ex-girlfriend, the eldest daughter of Quincy Jones, made headlines on the front pages of major entertainment media today. His role in the scandal Very passive, Russell Simmons said he was regretting provoking APLUS face to face with Pierre and others."

"I didn't know beforehand, father." Pierre Sutton defended himself.

"In short, you have to be more cautious in the future." Percy Sutton shook his head and did not pursue it.

"Those hip-hop singers don't matter. I don't even like Quincy Jones. His mouth is too big..."

Dinkins said: "It's best to be led by Russell Simmons. He is his own in New York. He has been tested in all aspects. He just got nearly 50 million in cash in the transaction of Polygram's increased stake in Def Jam Records. He's widely seen as the new African-American billionaire."

"Russell Simmons has the same misgivings as APLUS..."

Percy Sutton said: "He also hinted at some demands similar to those of APLUS just now, and he has not even formed an acquisition team. Once negotiations start, the progress will definitely be delayed."

"I can't delay for too long here. The final repayment date of a loan from the First Bank of New Jersey is approaching."

Pierre Sutton warns.

Thirty million is not so easy to get. Russell Simmons really dared to invest in the famous bottomless pit before fifty million? No one is too stupid these days, and the room fell into silence again.

When the matter was at an impasse again, Rome, fashion week was in full swing, and Anna Molinari's open-air show against the majestic ruins of ancient Rome was about to begin.

"Thank you for coming here with me."

Amy Adams and Fergie finished posing arm in arm for the camera, and sat down in the most prominent position, "What's the matter? You seem to be in a good mood."

"Ha, I have the title song of my new album. That guy wrote it. It's not bad."

There is no runway today, and the models will walk the catwalk in the shape of a "back" that was designed. Fergie kept fixing the deep V evening dress neckline that fell down because of her sitting posture, "Although it is dance music."

"Oh." Amy forced a smile.

"What's the matter with you? You've been depressed recently..." Fergie sensed that she was not in high spirits.

"The results of the screening of the movie are not good..." Amy curled her lips. The youth film she starred in will be released next week, but the distribution company is a little bit unconfident after the screening, because she was born in Italy and lived here when she was a child. , the Italians like her very much, so they were arranged to run the pre-publicity here.

"Really? Don't worry, it's just a movie." Fergie couldn't help but look in the direction where the model would appear later, her face full of excitement.

"It's easy to say, Hollywood is under a lot of competition pressure, and this is my only commercial film this year, similar to if your new album fails..."

"Hey! Don't be clumsy!" Fergie interrupted Amy's nagging, "I only publish a special every two years, okay? You can act in several movies a year!"

"But you earn a lot more than me." Amy looked at her enviously, "I just count on this movie to raise my price..."

"Okay, okay, don't talk about your crap movie, we are here to have fun today."

Fergie pinched her chin casually, "Laughing, Europeans like Hollywood actresses more than American hip-hop female singers. You see, the reporters are all shooting you."

"Yeah." Amy looked up and saw that the telephoto lenses of the field reporters were all facing this side, showing the most beautiful smile she had ever trained, and raised her hand to say hello to them.

"Amy, the famous French director Luc Besson is over there. Let's socialize after the show is over."

Hayden, who is also her manager, whispered to her from behind, "Diagonally opposite, did you see it? Say hello."

The killer directed by Luc Besson last year was not too cold. Although the Americans didn't buy it, the global box office and response were very good, and it became popular with Natalie Portman, an American girl who was only 12 years old when filming. Amy immediately Yi Yan looked diagonally across and saw this middle-aged man with a short beard at a glance. The other party also noticed her, so she quickly smiled and nodded again.

At this time, the auditorium was darkened, the lighting was concentrated on the route of the models, pure music was played on the scene, and a spotlight illuminated the brand logo of Anna Molinari on the far side.

Soon, tall, slender female models with neutral makeup wore her brand fashions, stepping vigorously on their feet and filing out.

"Fxxk..."

Amy saw Mila who was in the middle row, with men's back hair, a vacuum top, and leopard print shorts underneath, and lightly slapped the girlfriend next to her, "Fergie, you are so annoying, I said why are you If you want to drag me to the show, you didn't come here with me to announce the show, did you?"

Fergie started giggling, and stared at the 'mortal enemy' on the stage viciously.

"You won't make trouble on such an occasion, will you?"

Amy took her arm worriedly.

"how come."

Fergie waited for Mira to get close to the two of them, and first raised her hands to applaud her with a smile on her face, "That girl has a nice outfit, I want it." She raised her voice pretentiously, and pointed at Mira's face behind her. said the agent.

Mira didn't notice her at first, and she turned her head slightly to look at the source of the sound in surprise when she heard her words. The professional smile on her face almost collapsed at that moment. Disorganized, quickly speed up the frequency of leg swings, and regain the rhythm.

"Hahaha..." Fergie fell on Amy's shoulder, overjoyed.

"Oh, I hope no reporter noticed this scene, otherwise I will be scolded by APLUS again when I go back." Hayden's face darkened in the back.

"Impossible, she has to walk many rounds."

Fergie was finally comfortable and triumphant.

"Mira, what happened to you just now?"

Anna Molinari's daughter and brand designer Rosena was very nervous about her first big show. When the first wave of models returned to the backstage, she immediately approached Mira and reprimanded her, "As a friend, I gave you this opportunity. , you should know how important this is to you, unless you still think you are the former American multi-dwelling star!"

"She was ridiculed by her former rival in the audience, Rosena." The model behind her saw this scene just now, and sarcastically said, "We are just clothes racks, no matter how beautiful the fashion is, it will eventually be seen by those rich girls. Buy it, Mira, haven't you gotten used to it yet?"

Mira has been alone for a long time. As a down-and-out phoenix who fell back into the modeling circle, she has long been immune to the sarcastic remarks of "colleagues" in the snobbish circle, but this time the muscles at the corners of her mouth trembled, and she failed to squeeze out a smile after several attempts. Can do, "Sorry, Rosena, it's about the high heels, I won't do it next round." She took off her clothes and started changing clothes in the backstage where people were coming and going, and there were many men.

"I can't help it, well, cheer up girls! Hurry up, speed up, remember the main points during rehearsal, this time I won't allow anyone to make mistakes!"

Rosena clapped her hands and began to urge.

Walking next to Fergie for the second time, Mira's expression became cooler, and she took the time to cast a contemptuous glance at her former rival in the audience.

"Hey! What's this for? An insult to a distinguished guest?"

Fergie was so angry that she raised her hand to signal Mira's back with a dissatisfied expression on her face.

"Don't make trouble, big sister..." Amy, Hayden, and her manager all pleaded in low voices.

"Hmph." Sensing that she had been noticed by the reporter, Fergie restrained herself a little.

At the end of the show, she and Mira went to say hello to Luc Besson, but she didn't expect to see the famous director running backstage from a distance.

"Exactly, I'm going there too!"

She hurriedly pulled Amy to follow.

"Don't go, I don't want to appear on the front page of the American tabloids tomorrow." Amy was really scared and refused to leave.

"It's okay, it's all mine."

Fergie became angry like a boy, but Hayden couldn't persuade her. She put Amy's hand under her armpit, dragged her to the backstage.

"Miss Jovovich, introduce yourself, Luc Besson, French."

As soon as I entered, I saw Luc Besson blatantly handing over his business card under the jealous eyes of a group of models, chatting up "rivals in love"...