Shania Dunn...
Are you laughing at me secretly?
In short, she ended the rehearsal amidst endless doubts and self-doubt. When she left the VDH1 station, she walked a short walk in front of the car, and countless flashing lights and paparazzi immediately surrounded her," Ms. Kelly, APLUS just said ...Can you confirm it?"
"APLUS also said..."
"He said you two are in the White House..."
"He said Lewinsky was...what do you think?"
Wearing sunglasses, she raised her head and turned a deaf ear to all questions. She turned around and placed a few poses in front of the car door, then got into the car and walked away.
"Hahaha! The woman was so funny when she first rehearsed, she looked around, her eyes kept rolling."
When Gloria came out, there was almost no reporter interested. She mocked Mariah Carey in front of her husband sourly, and then sighed, "Oh! I'm not red anymore."
"Nothing like that."
Estefan comforted his wife. But he knew in his heart that his wife is not young anymore. This is no way. The six female singers on the concert stage, except for the popular Mariah Carey, Celine Dion and Shania Twain, the other three have passed. Angrily the day before yesterday, "I am thinking of a way to arrange you into the WeAreOne World Cup performance, and I will mention it when APLUS comes back."
"What do you think Shakira?"
Gloria asked, she was too early to fight for something, and she was not jealous of Shakira, the queen of Shincorin, and she was very helpful. Besides, the family could get a steady stream of brokerage income from the small money printing machine.
"You know her, this aspect hasn't had too much scheming yet."
Estefan said: "She has her own stubbornness and perseverance in her music career. In the second half of the year, her new album will still be focused in Spanish and will be deeply involved in creation."
"Then she started recording songs?"
"Not yet, APLUS is far away in China, and her soul is gone now."
"Poor girl, I will be saddened by that scumbag in the future." Gloria said.
"When will you come back?"
Shakira does not even think about it now, and continues to live a two-point-one-line life in Highland Park and the new A+ Records headquarters. All American media are reporting on the love affairs between her boyfriend and his ex-wife, as if she completely forgot her true girlfriend.
The conversation on the phone is getting longer and longer.
"I'll be back in two days, but I have a good chance of flying directly to Los Angeles first, and I have film affairs to deal with." Song Ya replied.
"Then I'll go to Los Angeles to pick up the plane." Shakira said immediately.
"No, we're in the place where we haven't settled."
"Didn't Mr. Hayden just renovate his new home? We can live with him~www.mtlnovel.com~ and her wife is very nice."
"Ha... don't you?"
"why not?"
"Uh... not so good, it's his house after all... I'll buy another one later."
"That's something for the future, I want to see you the first time, I can stay in a hotel!" Shakira was very determined.
"Well, it's up to you..."
"Do not you miss me?"
"Why? Of course I miss you, dear, I miss you to death."
"It's about the same." Shakira was easily satisfied. She suddenly heard a sound that resembled a gunshot, and instantly became nervous, "What's wrong with you?"
"What's wrong? Nothing?"
There was another sound.
"Someone is shooting?"
"Oh, no, I'm just playing mahjong... What a fuck! Haha! Try yourselves! Give money!"
Thanks to the book friend Qingshan for another leader! thank you very much!
(End of this chapter)
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"Hehehe..."
Song Ya held the phone between her shoulders, shuffled the cards and coded cards happily, playing in circles with her hands, becoming more and more proficient, reluctant to think about it, "Mr. Jiang, Mr. Zhang, Mr. Charles Zhang, do we violate public order management? Regulations?"
"Govern... it's okay, it's okay for Mr. APLUS to have a good time." Charles Zhang wiped his sweat, and he said that you understand?
"You're welcome, just call me Xiao Song."
"No, no, dare not, Mr. Song, Mr. Song haha."
"Hahaha!"
Just after talking on the phone with Shakira, the phone rang again, "Hello, dear."
"You got the wrong person."
On the other end of the phone was Sloan, "APLUS, we just received your fax. There is only a piece of paper, a few words, and a seal with a five-pointed star. Doesn't it even provide the English version?"
"No, it's called a red-headed document. It's very effective. You can show it to the people on Wall Street if you make the translation work."
Song Ya replied: "It says that a local TV station on the Chinese side is allowed to negotiate joint venture matters with our Litman Media. That's enough. Those who are interested will find their own channels and find someone who knows how to verify it."
"OK, it's hard work, it's not easy to get it, right?"
"Fortunately... I'll talk about the details when I come back."
"Ok."
When Sloan put down the phone, the translator had marked the meaning of the text in English on the fax copy, and she hurriedly showed it to Morgan Stanley, KPCB and other parties involved in Littman Media’s IPO.
"that's it?"
It was already the Wall Street cocktail party on the eve of the IPO, and the men in formal attire circulated each other and said: "It seems that it is far from the progress you announced earlier."
"That's it, slower than News Corporation, faster than Viacom." Sloan raised the champagne in his hand.
The others exchanged glances, "Indeed, you can celebrate, cheers."
Everyone touched a cup, then took out their mobile phones together, wandered around separately, called to report or contacted investment institutions.
Sloan’s evening dress today was very shabby, with sharp and capable makeup. The Wall Street elites surrounded by her suddenly dispersed. She stood alone and raised her neck, drank the champagne, and then returned the glass to the waiter. .
"Look, that beautiful blonde female CEO..."
An old white lady dressed in grace and luxury looked at this scene from a distance, "You should actually be surrounded by Wall Street people."
"Don't mention it, Mam, I'm sorry."
Former media tycoon Henry Litman asked his mother to hold his hand. "Fortunately, the family name and logo are kept..." He pointed to the ubiquitous Litman media and company logo at the reception. "Father should be in heaven. I will feel happy, Litman Media will be a listed company tomorrow."
His 5% of the shares of Littman Publishing House has been diluted to a negligible degree, but he still enjoys a seat as an independent director of Littman Media. Both Song Ya and Sloan feel that there is a member of the Littman family on the board. The mascot is better, after all, he still uses his company name.
Tomorrow’s Nasdaq Bell Ringing Ceremony, both mother and son are invited to participate. From the eyes of outsiders who don’t know the inside story, he seems to have climbed back to the position of a media tycoon from the brink of bankruptcy. .
"Let's say hello and keep the demeanor Mam."
The two walked up to Sloan and shook hands with each other. "A little nervous, isn't it?" Littleman noticed that Sloan's mood was not as calm as he seemed, and asked concerned.
"Yes, I don't get enough sleep these days."
Sloan forced a smile to entertain.
"You need to take a good time off tomorrow when you are done, girl." Littleman's mother said.
Sloan shook his head and smiled bitterly.
"Good news, Time Warner will subscribe for some of our stocks. Just tonight, we will settle this matter before the market." The people at Morgan Stanley returned to announce the good news.
"Huh..." Sloan breathed a long sigh of relief, indeed under tremendous pressure.
"There is also TCI TV network, John Malone's people will come here." KPCB's people also came back and added.