Chicago 1990

When the flight landed in Zurich, Switzerland, Sonja felt the buzzing of the plane's engine in his ears and was not as energetic as the 60-something-year-old Argentine Football Association President and FIFA First Vice President Glendona, who was on the same plane.

"Looks like you need a good rest, young man."

Glendona is the real king of Argentine soccer, the political chaos over there in the city, but over the years, no matter who is on stage, his position has always stood, his person and family is quite corrupt.

Of course, as greedy as they were, the money was meaningless to Sonia today.

Donovan and Hayden and the performance team all came along, the William Morris agency had already helped themselves to a good turn of events in the Latin football world, so the attitude of Glendoner and others was very friendly, the South American Football Federation had even announced before the departure of the Cup of Life and WeAreOne selected for the 1998 World Cup platter album, and took the liberty of treating the attitude of the theme song in advance to create momentum.

Anyway, they support the successor of the Anon Blatter to win, then FIFA or they are the masters, their decision is the final decision, lose ...... to lose all the natural all forgotten.

"Yes, Mr. Grondona." Sonja

"This time it's all thanks to Shakiraha."

After stepping off the stairs, Sonja and Grondona and their group parted ways and headed to Lausanne, where their group would be staying at the local Savoy Hotel in Zurich.

Song and Shakira will stay in Zurich to wait for the results of the Lausanne vote tomorrow, and then go to Lausanne to perform the same two songs when they get the news that Blatter will be the new FIFA president.

The Cup of Life as the Spanish theme song, WeAreOne as the English theme song, and the hosts, France, kept one song in French.

Donovan was pleased with the high level of reception he received in South America, thanking Shakira's manager Estefan, "Without her and you, APLUS wouldn't have been able to squeeze out Latino singers so easily.

"I'm popular over there too, okay?" Sonia protests.

"AiSeEuTePego has been popular in South America since 1995 or 1996 APLUS," laughed Estefan.

"Hmph."

Sonia took Shakira's hand and joked, "Thank you, Latin Diva."

"Perfunctory." Shakira knifed and snuggled sweetly into his arms, then couldn't help but yawn.

"We're all tired, let's go back to the hotel and rest." Hayden helped lead the way with Sonja's jacket.

Zurich is the location of many multinational organizations headquarters, star-struck atmosphere is not strong, only two or three kittens to pick up fans, all Sonja, except for Spain and Portugal, Europe, Shakira is basically a transparent person.

Song Ya cheered up, politely and patiently satisfied every fan's demand for autographs and photos, then he and Shakira wilted and took a bus to the hotel.

There are well-preserved old buildings, picturesque scenery, and not as many billboards on the street as in the U.S. However, Sonja still saw 'Jack and Rose' and Celine Dion, who speaks French in some parts of Switzerland.

"There's a show tomorrow."

Arriving at the Savoy Hotel in the old town, Donovan, Hayden and Estefan were a little worried about the state of the two now, and all followed up with a reminder from the suite.

"Get out ...... out, we're going to take a nap."

Sonia drove the three away, "ugh ......" and then a long, cozy sigh, suddenly picked up Shakira and both fell on the bed.

The Latin girl giggled happily and wiggled around in his arms.

"Don't move, you're tired." Sonja said gazing up close into her big, fluttering eyes.

"Mmm." She obediently agreed and offered a kiss and then stopped moving around.

Then Sonja kissed back, and she returned it, and the two of them played so cozily that their eyelids drooped down before they knew it.

"Go to sleep."

"Hmm."

About four or five o'clock in the afternoon, Hayden begged old Mike to open the door.

He crept in and sighed slightly when he saw the pair clothed and hugging each other in the bedroom, "Boss, APLUS, APLUS?"

"What's wrong?" Song Ya, who was sleeping soundly, rolled over in a daze and asked.

"Mr. Griffin put you on the phone."

"Hmm."

"Now."

"Now?"

"Yes."

Sonja sobered up a bit and turned his head to look at Shakira, who was still sleeping beside him, "Well ...... you go out first." He gingerly got up, took a thin blanket and covered the girl with it, and finally closed the bedroom door gently before going out.

"Mr. Griffin?"

"Change of plans again, can you come to Amsterdam early tonight? I'm already here." David Geffen said on the other end of the phone.

"But I'm going to ...... tomorrow."

David Geffen's tone was a little anxious, "It's not far, there are plenty of flights, it takes just over two hours total on the road, miss it or you won't get a chance APLUS, Bronfman Jr. will probably leave tomorrow and return to Mi!

"......"

Sonja considered, "Okay, I'm off, where do I meet you?"

David Geffen gave the address of an estate in the suburbs of Amsterdam.

"What a pain in the ass." Sonja complained and gave the phone back to Hayden, "You arrange the schedule, I'll go sober up." He went to take a casual shower and looked at his face in the mirror while taking care of his hair, except for his chin, which had become a little sharper, as the doctor said, he was almost back to 80% of his peak condition, his muscle tone was mostly back, and his abs were not visible yet.

"Let's go, get Donovan, say hello to Estefan, and have him explain it to me when Shakira wakes up."

Shakira was sleeping so deeply that Sonja didn't wake her up.

So back to the airport, the group hurried to Schiphol Airport in Amsterdam, the Netherlands, but fortunately they did not have to go into the city, and by the time they reached the address David Geffen gave them, the road took exactly three hours, and it was already dark.

"I'm about to become a trapeze artist."

He didn't care to enjoy the famous Dutch springtime scenery and dragged his feet out of the car in a muddle, "What are you doing here?" He saw Mariah Carey's agent, Sandy Glenn, at the door of this real European castle.

Sandy Glenn was specifically waiting for him, "Ms. Kelly is here, too, otherwise it's hard to rationalize your excuse for coming over."

"Thanks." He and David Geffen were partners in a gay fraternity and often did this kind of favor for each other, Sonja complained, "but should have told me beforehand about sneaking off to meet your ex-wife in Europe behind your current girlfriend's back? It's not good for word to get out."

"It's okay, the reporters here won't reveal the identity or itinerary of the guests, the estate belongs to a shareholder of Philips."

Sandy Glenn smilingly led the way, the castle is also pure old European pattern, standing upright male waiters, as well as a face of the old European money do not recognize the faces of the old European money to shuttle through, both men and women generally older, but not many.

Song Ya touched his chest and chin, he wore a simple shirt and suit, didn't prepare an elaborate dress bow tie or anything like that, and didn't have time to shave the slightest bit of stubble, which seemed a bit out of place in the atmosphere here.

He met the curious scrutinizing eyes of the old money, kept a smile on his face, and Donovan, Hayden, and Mike Sr. followed Sandy Glen, occasionally jawing in return to those who lifted their glasses in distant greeting.

"Coming?APLUS, wait a minute."

David Geffen was in the small hall telling Mariah Carey what to do, and when he saw himself, he immediately asked Sandy Glenn to stop Hayden and the others, and closed the door from the outside, "I've done the prep work, now I know what to say and what not to say? Six Guns for Five Months ......"

Two billionaires needing to be so careful with their lines before going to meet a third rich man, Sonia feels slightly self-degrading, but given that everyone is looking at the money ...... forget it.

"Sure, I know what to say."

"That's good."

"Mimi, thank you for running around for me." Sonia thanked his ex-wife.

His ex-wife wore a big V-neck evening dress today, keeping her usual fleshless style after her divorce, and her hairstyle had been changed to the same style as Jennifer Aniston, Mimi's sweetheart, who was currently very popular.

She's actually not bad in her current, somewhat fleshy, sexy state, but she can't get any fatter, Sonia thought to herself.

"Hmph." She proudly took a sip of her wine and turned her head to deliberately not look at herself, "The beard is unshaven." She said.

"It's too much of a rush."

Sonia opened her mouth and yawned widely again, "I haven't slept much these past few days."

"Oh, little Latin girlfriend ah?"

"Sit down. Sandy Glenn will go ahead and find out what Bronfman Jr. is up to, and we'll wait here for now." David Geffen interrupted the two bickering.

"Okay. Is Rega Jr. home? Are you okay?"

"Ah otherwise le?" His ex-wife was a bit of a hard-ass, using phrases to dislike him for whatever he wanted to talk about.

David Geffen, also a recent flyer from the U.S. and a hard traveler, had little to say.

The three of them fell silent for a moment, and his ex-wife blushed as she wondered how much she'd had to drink before she arrived, "Don't drink too much."

"What do you care!"

"He's free, come with me!" Sandy Glenn pushed the door open and reported.

"Well." David Griffin got up and walked out, his ex-wife following on her heels.

"Mimi don't you have to ......."

"Mind me?"

Sonia had no idea what to do with her, and used to reach out and tug on the fabric of her breasts to make them more appropriate, and gave her a good whack in return, her back throbbing all the way back.

"David, APLUS! ha, Ms. Kelly! Welcome!"

Little Bronfman was chatting with two imposing old white men, and he was even more drunk than before, shouting loudly when he saw the crowd lifting their glasses.

"Just call me Mimi." The ex-wife immediately took on the persona of a socialite and went over to offer her hand. His ex-wife immediately took on the persona of a socialite and went over to clink glasses with the rich man.

"Are you leaving Sony Columbia Records next year?" Bronfman Jr. was amused by the question.

"With that in mind, would you take me in?" Mariah Carey pinched her dainty voice while looking provocatively over here.

"Hahahaha, of course, we need DIVA ...... at Universal," the little Bronfman laughed, "I will give you a very good price."

Sonia's eyelids jumped when she saw this, and she put her left hand in her pants pocket and stood upright on the spot.

Sandy Glenn, who knew the pair too well to say no, snuck around behind the two and pulled Mariah Carey, who hooted away with a concealed flailing arm.

"APLUS has something to say." David Geffen sensed it.

"Oh?"

Bronfman Jr. narrowed his drunken eyes at himself.

"Uh, Mr. Bronfman, I sincerely apologize."

The two old white men stood around laughing and didn't mean to leave, Sonja said with a hard scalp, "I realize that I acted inappropriately, but it was a rush to get my business back, and you should know that the whole process of getting my Amerika Music website back was tough ......"

"Emmm ...... "Little Bronfman is satisfied for now, and he brings the glass to his lips.

"Forgive him, for my sake, okay." The ex-wife also helped with the side drums.

Sonia gritted her teeth and tugged at the corners of her mouth.

"No problem on my side, huh?"

Bronfman Jr.'s arm was flailing about, growing smug through her drunkenness, "How do you want me to help you? aplus."

"Same thing, stay the injunction until the Littman Media IPO." Sonia said with a stiff word.

"Six shots for five months ......" the ghostly Sandy Glenn floated back behind himself and whispered a reminder in his ear.

Sonja ignored him and met the little Bronfman's gaze.

"That's the RIAA's job." This attitude doesn't impress Bronfman Jr. and he shrugs it off in an official tone.

"Mr. Bronfman, that ban isn't good for anyone, is it?" Sonia took a glass of champagne from a passing waiter's tray, "This is not the normal way of doing business, the ban involves not only Amerika music sites, but also YAHOO, AOL and other Internet giants, the battlefield should be in the Digital Millennium Act, as long as the bill is passed ...... "

"Six Guns for Five Months ......"

He ignored Sandy Glenn's reminder and continued in a fluent voice: "When the bill is passed, it will naturally have specific provisions regarding the gray areas of the law.

"Six shots for five months ...... forget it." Sandy Glenn saw the increasingly ugly faces of Bronfman Jr. and David Geffen and gave up with no choice but to help.

"Very good, very good, you've got a good business sense, APLUS."

Bronfman Jr. did a double virtual slap on the face, then turned to the two old men he had been talking to, "Where were we?"

Sonia didn't bother to give him any more face, and went over to squeeze his ex-wife's arm without saying a word.

"Ow! You're hurting me!"

Mariah Carey protested after he pulled away from Little Bronfman, "What's wrong with you scum?"

"You disappoint me APLUS," said David Geffen, following up.

"I was not forewarned of the need for such a favor from a woman." Sonia's hand was like an iron grip preventing Mariah Carey from breaking free, and she too was afraid to move too much for the occasion.

"What childish machismo."

David Geffen didn't want to bother, "Forget it, just have fun, Sandy, let's go."

"Let go!"

Sonia couldn't care less about the two who left and returned to the small hall before releasing his ex-wife.

"I'm just trying to help!" With no one else around, she yelled out in exasperation, "You were fine with me doing this to Mr. Buffett last time!"

"That's different, Mimi, you've always had a knack for screwing things up!" Sonia argued with her.

"Ha, I screwed up, don't forget who transferred you from Chicago to Hopkins, without me you'd probably still be passed out right now!"

She shot back as she examined the flesh of her pinched red arm.

"I appreciate it, but this is different Mimi, Bronfman Jr. is not Buffett, it's not the same nature!"

"Why?"

"Because ...... is mad at me for seeing you do that to him!"

Sonia drained her glass of wine, "Damn, I can't stand it, I want to vomit right now when I see that dude's face, and you're bitching at him in front of me!"

"You control me!"

Both of them suddenly stopped talking, and the small hall became quiet.

Nalitman Media ......

"Hoo ...... "Sonia calmed down and sat down, propped her elbows on her knees and kept running her hair.

"Forget it, it's my fault, I'm sorry."

Mariah Carey chilled out for a moment, seeing him apologize again like this, and when she didn't get it, she ran to get the wine and poured the empty glass of wine for her little ex-husband.

"I told you to drink less!"

Sonja pries the bottle away from her hand, "As if that wasn't a concerned remark!"

'Thud!' The bottle smashed against the thick, beautiful carpet with a muffled sound.

Mariah Carey sniffed her nose, tears running down her face, "I was just trying to help ......" she cried, standing there in distress, "I came all this way, I don't even know why I should help you, scumbag, showing love to my new girlfriend everywhere, people laughing at me, and the big boat theme song ......."

"Still bringing this up, it's not like I haven't created opportunities for you! It's You ......"

"Don't yell at me all the time. "

"Do you know how much money I'm going to lose if I don't take care of that dude today!?"

"Ang Ang Ang ...... you're making me cry again, no one has ever treated me like this in my life, and I'm still so nice to him."

She broke down crying.

"Because you're my nemesis, Mimi."

"Aang Aang!"

"What the hell are you crying for, you can hear it outside!" Sonja dragged her into his arms and gagged her directly.

She also immediately wrapped her arms around the man's neck and responded enthusiastically, as if nothing had just happened.

After a long time, Sonia walked out of the small hall with her hands still in her pockets and her collar open.

The ex-wife pursed her lips and proudly but obediently followed behind, flicking her hair left and right.

"APLUS, you chose it yourself."

Unfortunately, this time it was the little Bronfman who came face to face with him.

Sonia, on the other hand, was relaxed and walked to him, her mouth close to his ear, and lowered her voice, "Go back and eat by yourself."

(end of chapter)

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