"I think about it, I'm almost mad, caa and my agent always take a stance on me."
Halle did not hesitate.
"Well, let me remind you again. My relationship with William Morris is limited to the music department. Donovan can help you, but he has a very normal relationship with the people in the film department."
Song Ya put his hand on the microphone again, "Do you still insist?"
"I insist."
"Ok."
Song Ya called Donovan. The other party learned that Halle Berry was about to switch, and was very happy to switch from caa, "Don't worry, ap, I will match her offer."
Halle and Donovan talked on the phone for a while, and the initial negotiations went well. Donovan introduced a powerful agent in the film department who has a good status in Hollywood.
"Thank you dear." Halle put down the phone and couldn't wait to repay.
Song Ya gently pushed the entangled woman, "Will I finish preparing for the exam, I will have the midterm exam tomorrow."
"You have a problem with my attitude recently." Halle felt so smart and natural. "Don't think about dumping me. I don't care about your public relationship." She said clearly.
"No la."
Song Ya made an excuse temporarily, "My medical report will not be available until tomorrow, aren't you worried about the disease?"
"You're still angry about what I left last time" Halle misunderstood.
"No, am I such a stingy person"
"That's all right, I'm not afraid of what you are afraid of" Hallie also tried.
Well, black pearls are still delicious
On the 26th, Song Ya glanced refreshingly at the two whites and one black who was sleeping soundly on the bed, and went out for the exam.
After the morning math exam~www.mtlnovel.com~, he felt very good about himself and he was much more happy.
He finally understood the reason why he fell into mourning these days, that was the ultimate fear of exams in the soul of China.
I was eating in the cafeteria with Michelle’s husband. Suddenly, the noon news was temporarily cut off on the TV that was hung up. "Emergency report. There was an explosion in the parking lot on the second floor of the World Trade Center in New York. There are currently many fires in the building and all elevators. Stopped, the cause of the explosion and casualties are still unclear."
The World Trade Center building in the picture was full of smoke. Song Ya opened his mouth wide as he watched this scene. He finally understood why the epirestated original v did not include those two buildings.
The news was broadcast continuously, and people or organizations around the world began to claim responsibility for the incident. The unpopularity of the United States in the former Yugoslavia, the Middle East, and Latin America is evident.
"The latest news now says that the explosion should have been caused by terrorists" continued.
"We must catch those guys." Michelle's husband said angrily, watching the news footage.
"Well, of course, of course." Song Ya echoed.
After he came out of the exam in the afternoon, the two buildings of the World Trade Center were still up and down.
"What's going on again"
But no matter what, if you don’t fall now, you will fall again. He dialed Hayden’s phone, “Hayden, let’s list all my properties in Tribeca for sale.”
"Now" Hayden is reluctant. "The price of a house not far away after the bombing will be severely depressed, and your property investment in Tribeca has not outperformed the overall increase in Manhattan."
"No matter what, shoot," Song Ya ordered.
"Look, if you listen to me before, you can buy it in the Upper West Side"
"Hayden"
"Okay, okay, you have the final say, I will do it right away."
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Chicago 1990 Chapter 391: Let go of worry
At the end of the last exam on the 27th, Song Ya hurried out while turning over the book to check the answers. A large group of classmates were followed by boys. These are usually considered to be standard nerd (describes concentrating on studies, not The nerds who love to go out and are not good at communication) temperament of the University of Chicago students, all of them are happy, and their eyes are eager to try and hesitate to panic.
"How did you answer the last question?" a classmate asked the person next to him in a low voice.
"Leave it alone! We should relax after the exam!" The most excited student in the crowd replied with his textbook.
"But I am not very comfortable with that occasion." Someone said.
Excited brother retorted, "Don't worry, APLUS will take care of everything, don't you want it?"
"Emmm..."
A group of people swept across the campus like a whirlwind and walked to the parking lot. "Big A!" Song Yahe, who was waiting at the bus door, bumped his fist and hit his chest, "Help me take care of them."
"No problem with APLUS." Big A glanced at his classmates, "Good boys, get in the car!"
"APLUS, you, won't you go with us?" Brother Xing immediately became empty.
"I'm going to pick up people. I'll be there soon." Song Ya waved at them, ran into the Mercedes Benz driven by old Mike, and walked away.
Classmates, look at me and I look at you. They didn't move too far, as if the bus door was a seal forbidden to pass.
"Hey! Come on! Don't worry! APLUS is my brother, so I'm also your classmate, OK?" Big A clapped and slapped, "on! This kind of opportunity is rare!"
"Fxxk, fight it." Brother Xing rushed into the car first.
Big A coaxed everyone into the car, "Let's go, go to this address first." He handed the driver a note.
"Don't you go to Highland Park?" The college students who stayed in their seats found something wrong. The bus didn't drive north, but went around, and finally settled in a gas station parking lot.
"From now on, don't talk!" Big A walked viciously and pulled all the sun blinds on the car windows.
So everyone stopped talking, and only dared to make eye contact with each other. Someone gave the excited brother a questioning look, and he shook his head blankly.
Big A stood in the car door and kept looking at the watch.
"Which shuttle bus is it?"
"Not this one."
"Wow, you really look like a **** today."
"Aren't you?"
"Your boyfriend will not lie to us? Is it really going to APLUS's house?"
"If you don't believe it, go home."
"My old lady is not!"
"Hahaha!"
"This one! This one! It seems to be this one."
It was getting dark quickly in Chicago at the end of February. There were laughter from several girls outside. From far and near, they all seemed to stop outside the car door. Brother Xing started rubbing his thighs and breathing heavily.
"YO! It's this one!" Big A opened the door, "The beauties are very face-to-face. I haven't seen them. Do you have tickets?"
"Here." An afro black girl handed a big A note, and then looked into the car curiously, and saw the group of academic bullies who were not daring to move in college pullovers or plaid shirts and curled their lips unwillingly ,"Who are they?"
"Fxxk, I don't remember this number." Big A didn't answer her, but asked instead.
"Yes……"
The afro black girl gave a name, "Muck with Al, his musician." She added.
"Oh, I remember now, that..." Big A pushed his chin with his hands, imitating the appearance of the land.
"Yes, it's him!" The girls behind laughed loudly.
"Come on, then." Big A gave way.
The girls have good looks. High heels stepped on the bus floor and kicked in. After getting in the car, they all stared at the school tyrants whose bodies were completely stiff and whose heartbeats almost came out of their chests.