"Puchi..."

On July 4th, the National Day of the United States Independence, Song Ya, who returned to the stands, almost laughed out loud again, hurriedly lowered her head to the point of burying her knees, hugging her hair with both hands.

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

To relieve his emotions, he looked up and comforted the Mercedes-Benz senior executives beside him with great sympathy. Davosuk scored another goal just now, and the German team was already behind Croatia by 0-3, with only a few minutes left before the final game. Elimination was a foregone conclusion, and the Germans were completely desperate.

"Oh! If it weren't for being sent off early in the first half, it wouldn't have been like this. It would be too difficult for a few people to play..." Mercedes-Benz senior executives lamented and looked for the reason.

"Is there one less...are you missing?"

"you do not know?"

"Well, I mean that the tenacious sportsmanship of your players in your country is so powerful. It doesn't seem that one of them is missing... they are all running all over the field."

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

The senior executives of Mercedes-Benz looked at the Croatian fans who were already celebrating and celebrating the huge national flag, and looked around again with much more people, as if they were losing their parents, and had no choice but to get up and walk into the company's box behind.

“Eat this.”

Shakira had already hid in. When she saw her boyfriend coming in, she stuffed a strawberry into his mouth.

“Um…”

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

"cheers."

Mercedes-Benz executives clinked glasses with him, "APLUS, do you know that Chrysler's largest individual shareholder is MGM boss Kirkirian?" Then they sat down and talked about the matter.

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

Song Ya knew that Kirkrian also wanted to acquire Chrysler, but the tens of billions of dollars of business would not be happy to see the successful deal as long as the relevant politicians were slightly normal. Just kidding, the third largest automaker in the United States, a super-large enterprise, directly involved tens of thousands of jobs, making that casino tycoon go tossing out a capital game like MGM?

"Kirken has a great influence on the United Auto Workers Union," said Mercedes-Benz senior executives.

"A casino tycoon."

This is not convenient to talk openly. In history, the Mafia had a great influence on the United Auto Workers Union. Although Kirkrian was not Italian, he could grow bigger in Las Vegas, so the relationship between the two sides was naturally very close. After the Mafia receded or whitewashed, he definitely gave him a lot of power.

"So you should know what we are worried about," said Mercedes-Benz senior executive.

Mercedes-Benz is bidding with Kirkrian, a casino tycoon and a foreign company, both have disadvantages. Even if Mercedes-Benz defeats Kirkrian, they are still afraid that the other party will instruct the United Auto Workers Union to retaliate, and the United States' auto industry union... It is not good to buy a hot potato at that time.

"Anyway, I will do my best to help. Don't worry, we and Chrysler both make cars, and Kirkirian is just an amateur."

At most, I would like to mention politicians who are close to the Black Party and the most. At most, you Mercedes-Benz spend money to invite me to be a spokesperson, not political PR. If you really want to invite me to be a political PR, then the endorsement fee is not enough, and I don’t have to interfere.

If I don’t help you with your tens of billions of dollars, will I not do it? I’m insignificant.

Song Ya just wants to earn some hard money honestly and come to the forefront. Anyway, the Internet industry is making money with the momentum.

The same is true in the other direction. Although Kirkirian seemed to be disgusting the Bronfman family at the same time and had a common enemy with him, he really didn't want to have an intersection with any Las Vegas casino tycoons. He was a kind of person who didn't achieve any other purpose but was slutty.

‘The World Cup is coming to an end, and two semi-final teams are born, namely Brazil and Croatia.’

On the east coast of the United States, a New York mansion under Quincy Jones' name was later. Rashida Jones, who had already returned from vacation, stared at the ESPN station in a staring blankly. Sure enough, the APLUS face in the picture was fleeting. He was sitting in the stands with his eyelids open and his face was dull. It was very good. It was rare that Shakira was not by his side. The middle-aged white man sitting next to him was a strange face.

"Hello,...Is the Sports Picture Club? I am Rashida Jones of the American VIBE Magazine..."

She immediately made the phone call skillfully, and her father kept asking her to hang up the idle job of VIBE magazine. "Do you have any photos of Germany and APLUS in the stands? Yes, it's clearer... we may not publish it, well, I'll give you the email address for your company... I understand that if it is used for commercial purposes, we will pay."

Just paying for nothing, after receiving the email, she directly sent the picture to her new post on the Ameriga Music Website Forum. This cannot be considered commercial use, right?

‘Wow, Rashida, you are so strong! So quickly and clearly! Are you on the scene?’

‘Is Rashida on the scene? I really envy you for going to France…’

‘It’s not difficult for Quincy Jones’ daughter, right?’

‘Don’t always suggest anything, Rashida is a top student at Harvard, and she started her own career very early on…’

‘APLUS looks so tired, so distressed!’

‘Yes, yes, and finally there is a photo of Shakira without a stand, and I get annoyed when I see her!’

‘Like my neighbor’s wife, Latin Bichi is the most clingy, leaning on APLUS all day long, showing her affection and show off her affection.’

Rashida Jones refreshed happily, and the post was very fast, and it took several pages in a while, and she admired it one by one.

It was not until some users with Latin words in English comments countered the previous comments and quickly became quarrels that she left the computer with satisfaction.

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

"Can't I come?"

My dear sister has always been rude to speak, "What are you doing in New York?"

"Stay for a while." In fact, she was hesitating whether to go to France to chase stars, so she came to New York, where there were many flights, which had short flight distances.

"Don't blame me for not reminding you. The streets here are a bit unsafe. The bad boy record of bragging daddy and the newly established murder record of Irv Gotti, the Wudang Gang Alliance on Staten Island is fighting fiercely, and Foxy Brown and Lilkin, Jazzy and NAS... The conflict between these people has almost developed to the point where they can pull out their guns and fight each other.

Kidda kindly reminded, "Be careful."

"I don't look like you, I like to be in that circle. You wait..."

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

"It was still at the beginning of the year, but I heard that Jazzy was discovered by NAS not long ago and had a woman who slept with him, so..." As the girlfriend of 2PAC during her lifetime, Kidada was very informed in this regard, and generally had high accuracy.

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

Wouldn't there be more reason to go to France to find him? Rashida struggled fiercely.

"Haha, stop being slutty, someone will definitely tell APLUS about such a big thing. Oh, right..."

Kiddada has another gossip, "Why did I hear that Coca-Cola wants to sign him? He is not as popular as before, Coca-Cola is still..."

"It's not as popular as before!"

Rashida immediately grabbed his sister's information blind spot, "Is he so popular now? A Cup of Life has established his new position in the world music scene, Mercedes-Benz, GUCCI, Athens watch... Now there are Coca-Cola. Why do big companies like these not popular ask him to be the global spokesperson!? You know very well that this is the treatment that only global superstars will receive!"

"Haha, why are you so fierce? Bichi? You are amazing. You are APLUS, but what's the use? He already has a real girlfriend, he is very loving..."

Kidada counterattacked, "Don't be idle, help me clean up, and the party company's people are coming soon."

"what?"

"What else can I do? Let's hold a party."

"Then I'll leave! Every time I make the house messy!"

"Please do it!"

Rashida hated her sister’s friends the most, so she simply left, picked up the phone and called a taxi to book a plane ticket, and went back to her house to clean up and then went out with her bag.

At present, there is only APLUS's Athens watch advertisement in the United States. She was staring at the man who was smiling confidently in the light box until she could no longer see it.

While waiting for the flight, she flipped through the latest issue of the French version of VOGUE magazine, and actually found the photo photos taken by APLUS for Gucci, so she quickly bought a collection.

"Paris, I'm here wuwu..."

When I walked out of the terminal of Charles de Gaulle Airport, I suddenly felt a little regretful and wanted to cry. I pressed the colorful inner page of APLUS in a Gucci with my feet raised to my chest, and I felt very humble.

"Beautiful lady, welcome to Paris!"

The French taxi driver came up to show his sincerity.

"Send me to the hotel."

She has come, and as she always stares at the movements of APLUS, she naturally knows where the other party lives.

The atmosphere of the World Cup here is completely different from that of the United States. The more you go to the city center, the French flags are everywhere on both sides of the street, and there are also football elements on the restaurants and bars on the street.

"Oh oh oh oh oh!"

The taxi driver also took off the Cup of Life and sang loudly.

"Is APLUS red in France?" she asked.

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

"APLUS!" She pointed to the car tape machine, "Is it red? Here." She can talk in simple French.

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

I happened to pass by the Princes Park Stadium in Paris. Outside the stadium, there were huge posters of stars from all over the country. The direction the driver pointed, APLUS, wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt and leather pants, was also among them. He held a microphone in one hand and pointed to one side of the sky with the other hand. His crotch was twisted to the other side with a very bright sunny smile.

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Rashida noticed Shakira on the side again and whispered.

"besides!"

Not far from the stadium, there is an open-air square for the public to watch the football. Mercedes-Benz advertisements are playing on the large display screen... or a short video? It is not the time for the game, so there seems to be no sound. APLUS is being clamored in front of an engine section view, smiling and saying something, and giving a thumbs up.

"It's everywhere! It's him!" The French driver left the steering wheel with both hands, excited and moved, "And those girls! They're crazy!"
Chapter completed!