American Fortune Life

Beginning in early 2008, the F1 campaign entered an unprecedented period of difficulty. Honda, Toyota and other automaker teams have left the game for financial reasons, and Homen like Ferrari and Mercedes-Benz have been very careful with their budgets.

Instead, Red Bull, who entered the sport only in 2005 through the acquisition of the Ford Jaguar fleet, not only became the only team that never owed spare parts suppliers money, but also managed to support two F1 fleets, like Red Bull, where there are absolutely few products that can't compete with racing rods.

But the boss of the motorcade, Matthitz, is rich! And F1 is definitely a game that rich people can play.

Knowing from her father the crisis in F1 and the dilemma of never opening up the American market, when Tamara learned that Andy Smith was in the same club, she naturally wanted to get to know each other and maybe do something big through her efforts to let everyone know that she was not just a loser who would spend money enjoying herself.

“Oh? Maybe think about it, but it's drinking time, so let's talk about it some other time. Here's to our meeting...” Andy's eyes lit up slightly, smelling the perfume on him, looking at his nearby pretty face, he couldn't help but smile, grabbed a whisky cup that had been filled with lemon chips and touched each other, then looked at each other and drank it, and he drank it.

In the ensuing compartment, four women, including a little assistant, laughed and chatted with Andy, and the scene began to get obscure. Jing continued to intoxicate people, and Andy also began to lose a bit of his wolf tail, and some of his mouthpiece spoke to several women.

When it comes to getting drunk, Andy is naturally not drunk, and he's just a little bit drunk so far, because Andy has thought about playing with the F1 team, but by analyzing the think tank, he just dropped the idea.

F1 and football are very awkward and hard to fire sports programs in the United States.

Yes, no mistake, America, the most developed automotive culture, is known as "the country on the wheel." It's the country on this wheel, but it's also the tomb of F1.

Elsewhere in the world, when F1 drivers show up, they are absolutely stars. But in America, maybe even Schumacher walked down the street, and nobody knew him.

As the world's most traditional and prestigious racing sport, F1 has never been able to open its doors in the United States. And this year's US station competition can't go on.

What's even funnier is that American automobiles are hardly involved in F1, except that Ford once had a little connection with F1. Generic, Cadillac, Chevrolet, and so on, these are some of the best automotive brands in the United States that have ever sold, and none of them have seen F1 in the world.

It's not that Americans don't like racing, it's that Americans like racing, unlike other countries, and simply put, Americans like heavy flavors - like excitement and qing.

Barbarian, harsh, stress-stimulated forms of performance are their favorite. Nascar, Monster Car...

For Andy, both F1 and football involve an advertising and marketing strategy, while F1 has a huge gap compared to football, both in terms of world influence and profitability, and think-tanks believe that F1, which has already begun to go downhill, has no investment value at all.

Now that the think tank has come to an analytical conclusion, Andy himself has little interest in racing, which naturally is no longer within his consideration.

“Hi, dear Irvell, you're finally here.” Andy, wrapped around Cheryl's little barbaric waist, saw a fluffy blonde hair, dressed in a dark V-race black dress, a pair of overknee boots wrapped in white TUI's Irvell walked over under the guidance of the waiter, laughed happily and stood up, and had an intimate hug with her, taking her whole person off the ground in exchange for Irvell's delicacy and gentle thump.

“Goddamn it, let go of me, will you strangle me? ”

“Ha ha.” Andy unwrapped his hug and smiled and held Ivel's neck, happily introducing her to the women present.

The three women present had a good amount of alcohol, but the beauties did not look drunk at all. For the arrival of Ivel, the three women also had a smiling patch cold. When Ivel sat down and drank, their strangeness quickly faded.

But as the number of bottles dropped on the table increased, four women, including Ivel, began to get excited and dragged Andy into the dance floor together and started to party.

Five people on the dance floor, frequent chan, close to each other, hugging the paste, qing is difficult for JIN, Andy's changing dance companion up and down his hand, wanting to do anything, four women are also swept by Andy Tibo's heart pool, eyebrows Qing...

“Cheryl! ”

“Ivy! ”

As a female star, she was finally recognized. The atmosphere on the whole dance floor burst into flames. Many people raised their arms and clapped with the music rhythm, shouting the names of the two women. Soon, Andy's five people were deliberately flashed around a space.

As soon as Andy saw the situation, he stopped and lowered his head slightly, pushing Evel and Cheryl back, still dancing, and walking fast into the box.

“Ha ha, you guys have times to be scared...” Ivel jumped up with a smile, grabbed Andy's neck and let Andy bend over slightly, kissing him hard in the face.

“You crazy bitch!” Andy couldn't help but laugh and take away some crazy Ivy arms and listen to the noise around them, protecting them both from the dance floor.

The dark blue velvet screen was pulled apart by security guards on both sides. Andy walked into the compartment with Cheryl and Averill and found the assistant unknown where he was going. The screen closed and Andy looked at Everie with a big smile and jumped on him. Some of her crying could not help but say: "Don't be ridiculous. ”

And Cheryl on the other side raised her eyebrows, and she sat on the sofa smiling like that, and started pouring wine, and Andy, who was holding Ivel's PIGU in one hand, walked up to Cheryl and sat down, took over the glass she handed over, and just wanted to drink it, Ivel took it away, and after a sip, Red Chun came straight up.

Some slight Cheryl has confirmed that this punk will be a prey, just like her, hunted by this bastard Andy.

Andy took a sip of the beautiful wine and looked at Ivel, who was slightly reddish, smashing her mouth a few times: “I thought you weren't coming over tonight. ”

Ivel glanced at Andy, naturally knowing what he meant, and said, “It doesn't matter if I'm depressed any more, the house is burned down, there's an insurance company, it's just a temporary residence, nothing important... ”

“Well, let's not talk about it. Say no. You've earned it. After all, the price of the house can fall right now. Come on, drink... ”

As Andy broke down and continued to drink fancy wine, the scene grew out of control, some confused Cheryl, leaning on Andy, nudging the flaming red chun to Andy Sowen, Andy crossed a sip of whiskey over, and Ivy waved her hand up.

My assistant, who had long been back, sat beside me and watched the two Birches seduce the Great Demon King with white-eyed eyes rolling over, drinking boring wine.

At this moment, the box screen was lifted, the assistant immediately stood up and walked to the screen, blocking the Great Demon King, and then looked at Kenny. After Kenny attached to his ear and the assistant said a few words, the assistant's eyes slightly gazed, and then turned to Andy, ignoring the two women who had already drunk, and leaned over to Andy's ear and said: "Tamara brought two friends. ”

“Hmm?” Andy's lost eyes regained their splendor, some curious looking at a strange look, YU said Hugh's assistant asked.

“Kate Middleton and her sister. ”

“Cough... Who is it?" Andy, who was picking up a bottle of mineral water and drinking it, was choked directly, a strange tone asked.

“Kate Middleton...” The assistant said again with some tears.

“Tsk, that's funny. Go get 'em. Don't keep' em waiting.” As Andy smiled and tidied her clothes, Cheryl heard the conversation, adjusted her posture and tidied her messy tight dress.

“Oh, the media isn't bullshit, you guys are a little alike... ”

When Andy and the three of them were ready, a few showy female voices came in, the curtain opened, Tamara was holding some weird expression of the Associate Princess Kate, while another woman with a faint face was holding a somewhat embarrassing Tory Blake, and the person who spoke should be Kate's sister, Pippa Middleton, which was not a very long time ago.