Mom Sang Amy cursed, and a model she brought with her actually took drugs in the room before leaving, and now she is completely confused.
It's really a hell that I shouldn't have brought this Bichi here.
Amy was furious when she looked at the girl who was lying on the bed and talking nonsense.
I'm about to set off, and now I'm asking her to find a suitable person.
Just as Amy was in a hurry, she saw a woman looking around in the hotel lobby.
This is an Asian, but she has a very distinctive appearance, a slender and well-proportioned figure, and the other person's eyes that choose prey are the ones she is most familiar with.
Amy walked over without much thought, "Hi, my name is Amy, do you want to make a fortune?"
Nikita turned to look at the other person, and the smile on her face made Amy's heart tremble.
However, the feeling in my heart was replaced by the anxiety that was getting closer and closer.
"Extra money?"
Nikita didn't expect the other party to be so short of staff, but she still pretended not to understand the other party's meaning.
"Yes, the hourly wage is 300 euros."
"It sounds tempting, but I want to know the specific work."
"Hey, listen, we have superyachts, fine wine and food, which may be something you will never get in touch with in your life, and there are generous employers and super high consumption."
Amy treated the other party's resistance as a bargaining, "The hourly wage of 500 euros cannot be higher."
Nikita nodded hesitantly, "Okay, maybe I can go over and take a look."
After the deal was completed, Amy breathed a sigh of relief. This party must not be messed up.
If she becomes her and will successfully get involved in the Middle East royal family, she will not be the ordinary Middle East tycoons before.
"Listen, you need to change into this rustic outfit now. Forget it, I'll find you a set."
Amy looked at Nikita up and down, and looked at the other person's clothes in disgust.
I didn't notice the murderous aura in the other party's eyes.
No matter what kind of woman it is, she will not let others say that she is rustic.
...
Michael and Lynn Fines were sitting in the car outside the hotel and they had already received a signal from Nikita.
"Just let her get on the yacht?"
Feins felt that it was still a bit hasty, and it was too late for them to rescue if something happened.
Michael rubbed his forehead, "What I'm worried about now is whether she will sink the yacht."
You should know that before Xu Chuan obtained the title of God of Doom, Nikita was the one who deserved it.
Well, the Rangers fours are lined up behind.
A few minutes later, a bus stopped at the hotel door, and Feins took out his camera and pointed the car, and the girls who walked out of the hotel pressed the shutter.
Of course, there is Epstein, who has his own special car behind him.
Nikita had already changed into a sexy dress and followed the crowd into the car.
"Okay, let's follow."
They want to determine which yacht is on the Nikita and check who the yacht belongs to.
There are a row of various yachts and sailboats parked on the port of Dubai. Some of them are the latest designs displayed by the manufacturers, and of course more are private yachts.
These wealthy people came to join in the fun on their own yachts and showed off their little toys.
The most eye-catching one among them is a superyacht with a length of 85 meters and a height of five floors.
Someone asked about it and found that it was specially customized by a mysterious buyer and an Italian manufacturer, worth $150 million.
Well, this is nearly half expensive than the one Ellen ordered before.
A bus drove onto the dock and got off from it with more than twenty sexy girls in sexy clothes.
For Cannes, this is simply the daily life here. Almost every day, all kinds of girls board these luxurious boats and attend the yacht parties held there.
The name sounds very nice, but in fact, everyone knows what these people do.
Today is no exception. These girls boarded the yacht under the leadership of Amy.
Most of them were shocked by the huge ship, and then everyone was excited, which meant that today's guests were super rich.
It also means they will get a big tip.
Although they have to share the accounts with Amy, they have definitely got a lot of them.
"Hey, girls, hand over your cell phone now."
Sam stood by the gangway, holding a bag in his hand to take away everyone's communication equipment.
"I will give it back to you when I get off the boat."
When she arrived at Nikita, Sam was stunned for a moment. This woman was something he had never seen before.
Amy, who was standing beside him, immediately reacted and explained, "Monica is feeling uncomfortable, so I can only find someone to replace her."
Sam was obviously not satisfied with the other party's actions, but now is not the time to say this.
"Well, what's your name?" Sam asked.
Nikita looked down and thought, "Monica, yes, my name is Monica."
Sam and Amy's expressions were really wonderful.
Everyone boarded the boat, and the nearly 100-meter superyacht slowly sailed out of the dock.
Twenty girls stood on the deck, waiting for their employer to inspect the goods with some excitement and trepidation.
Not long after, three young men in casual clothes walked out.
The three of them glanced at the products and looked at the girls in front of them, with a satisfied expression on their faces.
Sam walked forward, and one of them whispered a few words in his ear.
Sam then pointed to one of the girls in loose-fitting clothes and said, "She's going to change the clothes."
The girl stared at her eyes, "But I only brought this one."
Another girl beside her said immediately, "I'll take it and lend it to you first."
Well, things are solved perfectly.
Sam once again emphasized the precautions to them, and then said loudly to all the girls, "Our party begins now."
A brisk music immediately sounded on the yacht.
The yacht, which cost more than 056A, slowly sailed towards the high seas. The girls on the ship had taken off their coats under the stimulation of alcohol and were twisting their bodies with the music.
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On the other side, at the opening ceremony of the film festival that was about to end, Xu Chuan slept well with sunglasses.
If it weren't for the last song he wrote for the World Cup, he might still be asleep.
The one who sang was Wavin’Flag. Xu Chuan was still quite confused when he was woken up by Gao Wen.
The black singer on the stage was a Somali, which Xu Chuan asked the World Cup organizing committee at that time.
Because the original version of this song was actually created by a Somali singer, it was originally expressed in the perspective of a child in the war in Somali, in terms of struggles, hope for freedom, and accusations of war.
So there are actually two versions of this song, and the World Cup song is actually specially adapted.
(Some lyrics)
born to a throne
We are born from pride
stronger than Rome
Noble is not inferior to Rome
but violent prone
But violence is everywhere
poor people zone
and the poor
...
The original lyrics are essentially accusation and anti-war, which are much deeper than the World Cup version.
Today, the singer sang the original version, not the recently popular World Cup promotion song.
This version of the arrangement was not a joyful one. Under the singer's low voice, a scene of war and hunger appeared in everyone's minds.
But the climax also expresses his unyielding love for this land full of war, poverty and backwardness.
The last note fell, all the guests who attended stood up, and there was an enduring applause.
If Xu Chuan hadn't been pulled by Gao Wen, he wouldn't have stood up with him.
After the singing, the singer did not go down, and a beautiful host walked on stage and said loudly, "Everyone should know the author of this song. Fortunately, he was also on our scene. Now Mr. Bell Griers is invited to the stage."
The cameras and lights, as well as the eyes of everyone present, were all gathered on Xu Chuan, and the applause never stopped.
His expression is like a big fuck.
Gao Wen, Zhou Hao, Deng Cheng and Allen were pushing him around him and asking him to go on stage quickly.
MD, which bastard came up with the link?
Xu Chuan stood up and walked onto the stage reluctantly.
This Somali black singer who didn't know his name came up and gave Xu Chuan a warm hug without hesitation.
"Brother, thank you for this song."
When the World Cup Organizing Committee approached him, he never expected that someone would write a song specifically for his hometown.
The lyrics are written in a very profound way, and the style of the song has a very obvious African style.
He really didn't expect that this song was written by a Chinese.
The host invited Xu Chuan to stand in front of the stage and asked curiously, "Bell, can I call you that?"
This host is a guest star in a famous movie star and is more tolerant of Xu Chuan, who is beautiful and unthreatening.
"sure."
"Okay, Bell, can I ask how you wrote this song?"
Xu Chuan's expression was like looking at an idiot, lowered his head and glanced, um, D.
This is understandable, so he replied, "Written with a pen."
There was a lot of laughter on and off the court, including the host.
Well, Xu Chuan knew that he would always say a few words at this time, so he took the microphone when the laughter was low.
"Okay, I'll be a joke. Since I've talked about this, I'll say a few words."
"I just saw several ladies and even men crying when I was moved."
Xu Chuan pointed his hand at the guests wearing luxury brand haute couture dresses in front row, who may be famous movie stars, celebrities in the fashion industry, or important figures in the film industry.
"What I want to say is, put away your cheap self-motivation. How many people are you sitting in Somalia?"
The atmosphere at the scene was stagnant, with some shocked, some ridiculed, and some gloating.
Xu Chuan looked at Gao Wen's position, and the girl was looking at him with a worried look on her face.
He smiled at the other party, reassuring Gao Wen, but he felt that with this child's myopia, it was hard to say whether he could see his expression.
I still have to continue talking. Since he was asked to go on stage, the organizer would not be allowed to go on the stage.
"No, right? So your touch is actually no different from your pet after he dies. It's so cheap that I feel funny."
"I even want to ask, do you know where Somalia is?"
He looked at the host, "Do you know?"
The host stammered and said, "Is India?"
This answer almost made the singer beside him explode.
My skin color is here, you Bichi dare to say India?
Xu Chuan smiled and did not make things difficult for this young lady. His purpose was not to make people unable to get out of Taiwan.
But after this incident is over, she may be blasted online.
"So, back to the question just now, how did I write it out, because I have been there and know the people there and the children's living environment."
"Another question, have you eaten cakes? You must have eaten them all, whether they are wheat flour or corn flour, but have you eaten cakes made from earth?"
Xu Chuan's voice rose slightly, and everyone calmed down. They could hear some kind of anger contained in the voice of the person on the stage.
"I've eaten it. In a small sea-to-sea village near Mogadishu, a child gave me his only ration for the day."
"That thing is made of some kind of stone, sifting out the finest part, then mashing small fish and shrimps from the sea, and stirring it into a paste with salt filled with impurities, making the shape of a cake and then drying it."
The people in the audience listened very seriously, and some even swallowed, could this thing be eaten?
"To be honest, I wanted to vomit in the first mouthful, but do you know that this is the kind of thing that is essential food for the people there to survive."
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"So in the next two days, this thing almost cost me half of my life."
Speaking of this, Xu Chuan smiled and the atmosphere at the scene became a little relaxed.
"So, after eating this kind of rusty cake, I understood one thing."
"When people even fill their stomachs, what love and peace, what freedom and equality are, Fuck you."
Xu Chuan didn’t know if he was the first to curse at the opening ceremony of the Cannes Film Festival, but it was great!
And he hasn't finished scolding yet.
"There are also non-government organizations that play power generation football in war-torn areas, Fuck you."
"Yes, I'm scolding the group of Bichins raised by Pierce Charity Foundation."
The people sitting in the audience laughed this time, and many people applauded hard and were whistling and whistling.
What happened in Nansudan before was really sensational, although neither UC Technology nor Umbrella clarified something.
However, most people who can get insider information already know that these two companies that are completely inseparable are the same boss.
It's the guy on the front stage who scolded the most swear words in the history of the Cannes Film Festival.
A touching little story and a blunt-talk personality, these two things directly hit the French people's pleasure.
So much so that everyone present forgot about his offense at the beginning.
"I think nothing in this world is more important than having enough food, so since last year, I have purchased a large amount of idle land in the Nansudan area and prepared to cooperate with the local official government to carry out a self-producing grain project."
"Our intention is to make the food rations in the Nansudan area self-produce within three to four years."
“If this project is successful, we can extend our experience to other regions.”
"Of course, I know that this process will definitely harm the interests of some people. There is no way. There is such a small handful of garbage in this world that wants to control the food rations of humans all over the world."
"But it doesn't matter. Umbrella's existence is to make some scum willing to calm down and then reason with me when she doesn't plan to reason."