"Woohoo..."
Her tears flowed down again.
Barenboy, a classical music player, doesn't often hold salon parties, and she doesn't know that APLUS will come. Last night, she didn't want to go, but was forced by her father to come back to socialize.
"My daughter Rashida is studying at Harvard, yes, it's off."
Quincy Jones has a very clear goal, focusing on bringing his daughter to meet young performers he admires, all of whom are promising candidates in the classical music circle.
Leave this for me on a blind date? She was furious, "You're almost a little old man!" Without shaking her face, she almost couldn't figure out her family status?
"Then don't go far."
Barenboi came to call, and the old man left aggrieved.
Soon several young performers came over to talk to each other, and he would actually have fun before, but now...
‘Ding Ding Ding... everybody, I have Mr. Bronfman next...’
When the symphony center manager rang the wine glass in the middle of the hall, she noticed that the super tycoon was also there sometime. At the same time, she soon saw the figure of the man filling the heart.
A tailored Gucci black suit with buttons and an open neckline, frowned slightly as if thinking about something annoying, the tall and stalwart figure reveals a touch of melancholy that does not fit the personality but is particularly charming...
The point is that Shakira finally didn't stick to him!
Time must not be missed, she dismissed the young Toshihiko next to her, and immediately followed the crowd around her and approached quietly.
It's still slow. Because of the image, the man had already stood by the governor and his wife when they said hello.
"Hi..."
The man raises his eyebrows and smiles at himself, is it implying? She was a little unsure, but the other party's attention quickly shifted to other places, frequently toasting to other acquaintances in the hall.
"Ladies and gentlemen……"
Little Bronfman began to give a speech. The hall was quiet, and people were listening in silence, looking at him with precise smiles.
The man was also listening intently, his eyes looking at the little Bronfman were very hollow, obviously absent.
Rashida held the wine glass in both hands, happily getting closer and closer, and finally his face almost touched the other's arm, and waited for the little Bronfman's speech to end, she confessed, seduce, and did her best! Anything!
It smells so good...
She took a deep breath of the cologne and domineering breath of the man, and she was almost intoxicated.
"Hahaha..."
However, there was an episode immediately. A group of new guests walked in at the door, and the noise interrupted the little Bronfman’s speech. She turned her head and saw the beautiful mature woman Xue Linfen, who is rich in Hollywood golden age style, and the neutral style of rice. Rajovovich, Black Pearl Halle Berry, and double Oscars, Judy Foster, one of the favorites of Americans!
The four beautiful faces of tall and short figures and different styles immediately caused a small commotion. The men around them and the other female VIPs in the hall looked so eclipsed. Rashida was jealous that the eyes of the men around him suddenly lit up. Rubbing his chin and winking at them.
Of course she knows that apart from Judy Foster, the other three beautiful women are either true ex-girlfriends, or have given birth to children or have been rumored, she...
It’s too carefree and merciful, but she doesn’t feel so disgusted with this. After all, her father is an old scumbag. Who looks down on who... Instead, he pouted jealously and looked at Mira and the others. Demonstration.
Mira didn't respond, and Halle and Hallie looked like sisters and laughed at each other arm in arm. The men and women quickly discovered the chaos caused by the improper behavior of intruding, including Judy Foster. Outer circle, behind the other guests.
Little Bronfman continued to be interrupted in his speech, Rashida did not listen to a word, and continued to enjoy the time staying with the man.
"APLUS!" But the little Bronfman called his name suddenly, loudly and in a harsh tone.
She was taken aback, looked at the super tycoon staring in confusion, and then turned to observe the reaction of the man next to her.
It seems that the young Bronfman is insisting on letting him go up and express his opinion on what bill, "Today is your show, Mr. Bronfman..." The man squeezed out a smile and waved his hand and refused to give in.
"Faster!"
The little Bronfman was very strong, and greeted him with a little sarcasm in his booing, "...something in time! Come on!"
At this time, the man was twisted and sticky, making excuses to lie in place, causing her to feel a little disappointed and disillusioned. Ms. Sloan who wanted to intervene to help relieve the siege should take the responsibility.
"Don't let women be your shield!" Little Bronfman scolded.
"OK, OK, then I'll..."
Everyone in the hall looked to this side, and he finally agreed with a muddle.
"Yes! Come on! Come on! A few more words!"
Little Bronfman made a chic stage invitation move, and then gave up his position.
"After all, the family background, education, and wealth are too far apart, so the gap is still very large... Well, I am afraid that people are better than people. This is not wrong at all."
She thought secretly in her heart, and she couldn't help but take a few points.
"The Digital Millennium Act...contradictions..."
She raised her ears and eavesdropped on the conversation between the governor and his wife.
"FREEDOM!"
I was taken aback again, when the man suddenly yelled without a word.
The face in the center of the circle suddenly became very serious, and the domineering gaze glanced over in a substantive manner, like a sharp blade that has just been unsheathed, or a tiger just out of its cage, the hall is full of noble guests, and the hall suddenly becomes audible. ...
"Oh!"
He still couldn't work, he was the best. Rashida couldn't stand still in an instant, and he couldn't help but let out a faint groan, bringing his legs together, and there was no one else in his sight.
"So freedom? What about freedom?"
The man scratched his neck and began to express his long speech in an accent with a little bit of the black area of Chicago's South City, "...is this reasonable?"
Speaking of this, he looked at the little Bronfman and asked.
Little Bronfman put one hand in his trouser pocket, holding a wine glass in the other, sneered, the corners of his mouth shook slightly from anger, his face flushed, but he did not respond.
The man looked away and continued: "OSP...it's only equivalent to a highway company..." His hand movements also increased, and he became more confident and relaxed.
The more he said, the more embarrassed the little Bronfman. Rashida can distinguish the embarrassment with the naked eye. Although his eyes are still frequently and severely glaring at the people in the hall who are coaxing with APLUS, he should not appear in this kind of family hierarchy. The pride, dissatisfaction, embarrassment and emotional swings on his face betray him.
Extraordinary.
"Well, I'm done, I have a little bit of a little bit of Mr. Bronfman."
Although it was in the mist, the man who had the obvious advantage finally teased the little Bronfman, then turned his head and looked down and returned to his original position.
The gazes cast by everyone became more solemn and complicated. They concealed their facial expressions, carefully turned their gazes at him who lifted the weight lightly, and then looked at the little guy who was talking in a low voice with David Geffen and others, and kept talking shortly. Bronfman...
Rashida was very happy, and boldly took the other's arms.
"We have only one view on terrorism, and we must fight back severely..."
Waiting foolishly, after finishing the long talk between Mr. Governor and Mr. Doug Morris, President of Universal Music, "You... wait here."