"Yes, Mr. Grondona." Song Ya
"Thanks to Shakiraha this time."
After walking down the boarding ladder, Song Ya and Grondona and his party broke up. They rushed to Lausanne, and their group would live in the local Savoy Hotel in Zurich.
All public relations activities have already been completed, so you don’t have to think about it anymore. Song Ya and Shakira only have to stay in Zurich and wait for the results of the conference in Lausanne tomorrow, and they will go to Lausanne after receiving the news that Blatt has become the new chairman of FIFA. The performance is still those two songs.
The Cup of Life is the theme song in Spanish, and WeAreOne is the theme song in English. The host, France, has a French song.
Donovan was very satisfied with the high-level reception he received in South America. He thanked Shakira’s agent Estefan, “Without her and you, APLUS wouldn’t be able to squeeze out Latino singers so easily.”
"I'm also very popular over there, okay?" Song Ya protested.
"AiSeEuTePego has been popular in South America since 1995 or 1996. APLUS." Estefan laughed.
"Humph."
Song Ya took Shakira's hand and laughed, "Thank you, Latin queen."
"Perfunctory." Shakira slapped the tofu heart, nestled sweetly in his arms, and couldn't help but yawn.
"All tired, let's go back to the hotel and rest." Hayden helped lead the way with Song Ya's coat.
Zurich is the headquarters of many multinational organizations, and the atmosphere of chasing stars is not strong. The pick-up fans only have two or three kittens, all of which belong to Song Ya. In Europe, except for Spain and Portugal, Shakira is basically a transparent person.
Song Ya cheered up, politely and patiently met the autographed photo needs of every fan, and then drove to the hotel with Shakira in a sluggish car.
Zurich is surrounded by mountains and rivers. As a neutral country, Switzerland has not been greatly affected by World War II. It has well-preserved ancient buildings and is picturesque. There are not so many billboards on the street, but Song Ya still saw'Jack and Rose' , And Celine Dion. French is spoken in some parts of Switzerland. It seems that Celine Dion is well-known here.
"There will be a show tomorrow."
Upon arriving at the Savoy Hotel in the old town, Donovan, Hayden and Estefan were a little worried about their current state and all followed up with the suite to remind them.
"Go out... go out, we are going to take a nap."
Song Ya drove the three away, "Hey..." Then he sighed comfortably, suddenly picked up Shakira, and both fell on the bed.
The Latin girl chuckled happily, writhing in his arms.
"Don't move, you're tired." Song Ya stared at her fluttering big eyes at close range and said.
"Yeah." She obediently agreed, and stopped moving after a kiss.
Then Song Ya went back, and she came back again. The two of them were playing so warmly, their eyelids drooped unconsciously.
"Go to sleep."
"Ok."
At about four or five in the afternoon, Hayden begged Old Mike to open the door.
He tiptoed in, and sighed slightly when he saw a pair in the bedroom who were hugging each other, "Boss? APLUS, APLUS?"
"What's the matter?" Song Ya, who was sleeping soundly, rolled over and asked.
"Mr. Geffen wants you to answer the phone."
"Ok."
"just now."
"just now?"
"Yes."
Song Ya became more sober, turned to look at Shakira who was still asleep next to him, "Um...you go out first." He got up lightly, took a thin quilt and covered the girl before going out gently Close the bedroom door.
"Mr. Geffen?"
"The plan has changed again. Can you come to Amsterdam early tonight? I have arrived." David Geffen said on the phone.
"But I tomorrow..."
David Geffen's tone was a little anxious, "Not far, there are many flights, and it only takes more than two hours on the road. If you miss it, there will be no chance for APLUS. The little Bronfman may leave for the rice tomorrow!"
"..."
Song Ya thought about it, "Well, I'm going now, where can I see you?"
David Geffen reported the address of an Amsterdam suburban estate.
"It's really troublesome." Song Ya complained about returning the phone to Hayden. "You can arrange the trip, I'll go to wake up." He took a casual shower, looked in the mirror while cleaning his hair, except that his chin became sharp. After a little bit, as the doctor said, it is almost 80% of its peak state, the muscle lines are basically back, and the abdominal muscles are still not obvious.
"Let's go, call Donovan, say hello to Estefan, and ask him to explain to me when Shakira wakes up."
Shakira fell asleep, and Song Ya didn't wake her up.
So they returned to the airport, and the group hurriedly arrived at Schiphol Airport in Emsteden, the Netherlands. Fortunately, they didn't have to enter the city. When they arrived at the address given by David Geffen, it took exactly three hours on the road, and it was dark.
"I'm almost a trapeze."
He didn't want to appreciate the famous spring scenery in Holland, he dragged his feet off the car, "Why are you here?" He saw Mariah Carey's agent Sandy Glenn at the door of this real European castle.
Sandy Glen was waiting for him, "Ms. Kelly is also here, otherwise it's hard to rationalize your excuses for coming."
"Thanks." He and David Geffen are partners of the same-sex brotherhood, and they often help each other. Song Ya complained, "but you should tell me in advance that you are stealing the ex-wife of the secret meeting with your current girlfriend in Europe? Not good."
"It's okay. The reporters here won't reveal the identity and itinerary of the guests. The estate belongs to a shareholder of Philips."
Sandy Glen led the way with a smile. The castle is also a pure old European style. The standing male waiters and the old European money who don’t recognize faces shuttle through it. Both men and women are generally older, but the number of people not much.
Song Ya touched her chest and chin. She wore a simple shirt and suit. She didn't prepare a delicate dress and bow tie. She didn't have time to shave a little bit of scum, which seemed a bit out of tune with the atmosphere here.
He met the curious look of the old money, kept smiling and Donovan, Hayden, and Old Mike followed Sandy Glenn from time to time to salute the man who lifted the wine glass to him.
"Here? APLUS, wait a moment."
David Geffen was telling Mariah Carey in the small hall. When he saw him, he immediately asked Sandy Glenn to stop Hayden and the others, and closed the door from the outside, "I have done the preparation work. What should I say? Six shots for five months..."
Two billionaires need to be so careful about their lines before going to meet a rich three generations. Song Ya feels a little self-degrading, but since everyone is looking at money... forget it.
"Of course, I know how to say it."
"That's good."
"Mimi, thank you for running for me." Song Ya thanked his former wife.
The ex-wife wore a big V-neck evening dress today, maintaining her usual exposed style after the divorce, and her hairstyle was changed to the same style as the very popular American sweetheart Jennifer Aniston.
In fact, she is in her current state of being a bit fleshy and sexy, but she can't get fat anymore, Song Ya thought.
"Hmph." She took a proud sip of her wine, turned her head and deliberately ignored herself, "The beard is not shaved." She said.
"Too hurry."
Song Ya opened his mouth and yawned again, "I haven't slept much these days."
"Hehe, Latin girlfriend ah?"
"Sit down. Sandy Glenn first go to investigate the actions of Little Bronfman. We are waiting for news here for now." David Geffen interrupted the two of them to quarrel.
"Okay. Little Rega is at home? Is it okay?"
"Huh?" The ex-wife refused to be thousands of miles away, and she came back with phrases when she talked about anything.