Over the years, Song Ya has only met Britney a few times at the award ceremony and other occasions, without any overlap.
"Britney! Britney!"
At the same time, somewhere in Hollywood, three or five paparazzi "caught" Britney and his party walking towards the car. They rushed over and stimulated with various words, "When will you enter the rehabilitation center? Will you change? Do you still love your ex-husband? Did they let you watch the baby?"
The new professional digital camera alone can create the machine gun shutter effect of a group of people before. The paparazzi trot and chased while shooting. A Pomp paparazzi accidentally ran into TMZ's colleague, and the TMZ man pushed him. When he opened, he punched back with his backhand. Seeing that the full martial arts was about to be staged, Britney suddenly took out an umbrella from the opened car door, met him from the front, and pointed the **** to the camera.
The paparazzi were immediately excited, no longer entangled in the skirmish just now, and focused on shooting.
Britney cursed and hit them with an umbrella.
The paparazzi are so happy, the adrenaline rushes, this time is another big news, wishing to be hit by her.
The bodyguard quickly pulled Britney back into the car, and the paparazzi tirelessly surrounded them again. Romp and TMZ paparazzi knelt directly on the wet road in the rain on one leg, and the camera shamelessly aimed at the bottom of Britney's skirt.
"I'm dying, I'm dying."
In the South Pacific, Halle wailed and broke free of entanglement.
"What are you doing?" Song Ya kissed her delicate and smooth back, and found that she took out her mobile phone and was sending a text message, "Taking pictures?!" After being fiddled with by Amanda Benis, he is now a bit PTSD.
After being blocked, Amanda gave birth to a boy named Ailin. The DNA test was indeed his, and it seemed that he had inherited the birth defects of the Amanda family. He temporarily did not recognize it and did not want to show it to Amanda and Amanda’s wonderful parents. Opportunity for blackmail.
"Calling Lima over," Hallie said.
"It's hard to live in the two-person world..."
"It's okay, it's okay, I'm okay."
"Oh, Halle..." Song Ya hugged her very moved.
"Britney hits the reporter with an umbrella? Of course it has to be in the headlines and posted immediately."
Romp website CEO Eric Eisner is teaching his men, "You don't need to ask me about this kind of thing in the future, just send the manuscript directly, we must be faster than TMZ!"
"OK, how about APLUS and Halle Berry kissing at the beach?"
He clicked on the photos sent back by a line of paparazzi, "There are cool photos of Halle."
"Also." Eric glanced and praised, "Halle Berry's figure is well maintained, isn't she forty years old?"
"Yes. But this... okay?"
"It's okay, I said hello to APLUS, but they can't enjoy the headline treatment anymore." Eric replied with a smile.
"The Virginia Tech shooting case has the latest development!" Another subordinate hurried in to report.
"Not Chinese?"
"No, it's a Silla...not counted as a Silla, a Silla, the gunman still holds the Silla nationality."
On April 16, 2007, a gunman named Seung-HuiCho committed one of the most tragic shootings in the history of the United States. He killed 33 people and wounded more than 10 people before raising a gun and committing suicide.
Because the gunman is an East Asian face, many U.S. media outlets report that they are of Chinese descent, and people who come to the U.S. when they come to, and wherever they are, they have noses and eyes.
Song Ya, who was on vacation, also learned of the incident, "Zhao Chengxi? All right, it's fine, let our media clarify as soon as possible." He told Song Zecheng.
The whole nation of Silla, who learned that the killer was a native of the country, mourned, apologized, and prayed for the dead in the U.S., from the commander to the people, mourning more than the U.S. nationals.
"This... is a bit past, right? I went to the United States at the age of ten and received most of the education in the United States."
Song Ya frowned and said, "Forget it, the colony is not easy."
Silicon Valley, in Apple's R&D department, the three founders of 3FDX are busy at their desks.
"As for?! Rose!" Former 3DFX CTO Scott suddenly furious.
"Ha ha!"
"Grab my parking space at three in the morning and steal my garden! Why are you so idle!" The three of them were playing a small game in the new OpenDiary community.
"Hehe..." Rose smirked triumphantly.
"He set the alarm clock."
"Oh! You are so boring Rose."
At this time, the head of the HR department walked in, accompanied by the executives of the R&D department, "Everyone." The head of HR gave the trio of crazy fish at work, but didn't say anything. He slapped everyone's attention to the past. "Everyone, I want to deliver a sad news. We have decided to adjust the staff of the GPU department. Please come into that office when you are called. Thank you for your cooperation!"
"Steve is very dissatisfied with the self-developed GPU used on the first-generation iPhone. He was furious with the heat problem and decided to dissolve your department. Sorry, Ross, everyone doesn't want to do this." Said a Rose who called in.
"no."
Rose was a bolt from the blue, "Then you...what about our new products next year? My work is already..."
"Steve decided to use products from third-party manufacturers, just like CPUs."
"Which one?"
"3DFX..."
"WTF?!" Rose was angry, "Didn't our Emperor have an enmity with APLUS?!"
"What hate? Don't talk nonsense, I warn you!"
The HR boss denied that, “Combined, 3DFX’s quotation is more reasonable, and their previous technical accumulation of the PowerVR chip also makes their new low-power products more suitable for use in the mobile phone environment.”
"Don't tell me that the iPhone will use the same chip as Palm." Ross is still very clear about the industry's technological trends. "What about the competition?"
"We have just entered this industry. Palm is also facing fierce competition. Let's kill other manufacturers before talking." HR boss replied.
Rose had nothing to say, took out a cardboard box from under the seat, and stuffed personal belongings into it silently.
"Oh!" The other two brothers sighed when they saw this, and went to look for the cardboard box.
"Yes... because of work to grab a parking space?" Scott asked the three brothers when they walked out of the R&D building.
"No." Rose lowered his head, which was just high.
"Where shall we go next?"
"Go back to each house! Damn!"
"Oh, Adriana, Adriana..."
After Lima came, life was monotonous and wonderful, Song Ya hid in the South Pacific and did not want to return to the United States.
"That's it, don't rush to make a deal, I want the best price."
In Montreal, Canada, the young Bronfman, who had just attended his father’s funeral, immediately recruited people from the Art Appraisal and Auction Trust Company and entrusted all the paintings in his home.
"Little Edgar, your father told us before he left..." The veteran family member hesitated to speak.
"Don't worry, I won't be the same as before."
Little Bronfman picked up his phone while signing, "Doug, haha, can you tell who I am?"
"Mr. Bronfman?" Warner Records CEO Doug Morris asked hesitantly on the other end of the phone.
"Yes, my father passed away."
"I heard, please be sorry..."
"I noticed that my family still owns a small amount of shares in Warner Music. I want to come back. What do you think?"
"Come back? That seems...impossible." Doug refused stiffly.
"Don't think too much, if you are worthy of cooperation, I will also challenge the seat of the board of directors. Warner Records has been making huge losses, right? I know that shareholders are very dissatisfied." Little Bronfman said.