Chapter 52 Miranda Kerr (2)

Hearst Group is one of the largest multi-media groups in the world and a giant in the American media industry. Its main business involves 15 daily newspapers, 34 weekly magazines and more than 300 magazine publications worldwide (including Harper's Bazaar, Vogue , Esquire, ELLE and Oprah Magazine, etc.);

29 local TV stations covering 18% of American households; cable TV networks such as A+E Networks and ESPN; in addition, it also involves comprehensive businesses such as commercial publishing, e-commerce, TV production, newspaper distribution and real estate.

And Amanda Hearst, who is about to enter the Hearst Group, is the great-granddaughter of the founder William Randolph Hearst and the heir to his mother Anne Hearst's $8.7 billion family fortune. Naturally, she is not incompetent. She graduated from Boston Amanda, who is in college, has both wisdom and beauty, and she knows all the troubles in the industry. In fact, she started to pay attention to the actions of Yuan Shan and even Yang Cheng after Morgan approached Yuan Shan and did not continue to sell other companies.

Yang Cheng went to Los Angeles, including meeting with Eddie Hardstein at sea, and personally led the acquisition team to meet with the management of Tribune Publishing Company in Chicago, all of which were exposed under Amanda's nose.

Of course, Yang Cheng didn't know anything about it. If Lydia Hearst hadn't drunk too much and slipped her mouth, he wouldn't have realized that his actions had attracted the attention of interested people.

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With the existence of Lydia Hearst, a high-wattage light bulb, Paris Hilton, who wanted to tease Yang Cheng, felt bored, so he went to look for prey.

On the DJ stage, a few second generations took advantage of the wine to throw green knives. This is a trick they used to play in nightclubs. Yang Cheng didn't understand it. He admired the people below fighting for his money. Except for the mentally retarded, it wasn't him The level of education is low, and there is really no other word to describe this kind of behavior.

The models who have seen the world are okay, but that part of the *** is not so reserved.

Lydia had a few drinks with Yang Cheng, and she couldn't bear the loneliness like Paris and left the booth.

Yang Cheng was happy and quiet, and after a round of greetings, she was still a little tired, so she asked the cat girl to bring tequila.

At this moment, there was a sudden "crack~~~" sound from the booth on Yang Cheng's right, like the sound of glass breaking.

Instinctively turned around, wanting to see what happened.

However, the sight was blocked by the head, and one could only vaguely hear someone cursing, and a woman screaming from time to time.

After thinking about it, he stuffed the mobile phone he had just taken out back into his trouser pocket, and decided to go over to have a look. As the host, he did not want guests to have any accidents in his place.

A group of people surrounded the booth on the right, most of them came to watch the excitement when they heard the sound.

"Sorry, excuse me..."

"Leave me alone, thank you."

"Hey, did you have a good time?"

"Sorry, I'll take care of it, it'll be fine in a while."

. . .

Squeeze in all the way, while apologizing to people you know.

After finally squeezing in, he was as tired as climbing the Alps, and before he could take a breath, he quickly looked at the scene in front of him.

The broken crystal glass, the wine bottle with red liquid on the table, and the residue of fruit snacks all over the floor.

A black man with dreadlocks and a skull-like appearance was pointing at a cat girl and yelling at her. After hearing a few words, Yang Cheng frowned, and turned his head to ask the buddies who were watching the show what happened. , It’s nothing complicated, the black man got too high, and he touched a cat girl, but she didn’t accept it, so he threw the glass and went crazy.

Yang Cheng cursed bad luck in a low voice, stood up in front of the cat girl, and said to the black man who lost his focus and walked on cotton steps, "Friend, did you have a good time tonight? Who brought you here? I Let him take you home?"

The guests he personally invited tonight are all friends in the circle or partners in the family business,

Even if he is not familiar, he has met before. Although he can't see the face clearly, he probably doesn't know him. He just vaguely feels familiar. It may be a public figure who often appears on TV. He was brought by a friend tonight Play.

Yang Cheng has inherited the fine traditions of the Chinese very well.

"Boy, who are you tm? Haha... come to daddy! (Come to daddy)" When the black man said this, he took a few steps forward deliberately, with an arrogant provocation on his face, but Yang Cheng recognized him The identity, no wonder it looks familiar, isn’t this the black rapper who sang see you again?

What is it called Wei?

Yang Cheng's face was gloomy at the moment, so he didn't have time to think about the name of this person, and shouted angrily in the direction of the crowd, "Andrew..."

"Boss, I'm here." Andrew suddenly came out from behind like a shadow.

He glared at Andrew angrily. He didn't know that he was dark, and he was scary.

I'll settle the score with him when I get back, and I still have to fix this bastard right now.

"This friend's mouth is not clean, go and help him clean his mouth." Yang Cheng pulled the heroine who had the incident back a few steps, leaving the stage of the performance to Andrew.

This guy must have been holding back a long time ago. Hearing Yang Cheng's order, he rushed up with a strange scream, without saying a word, just kicked that person's head like a pumpkin. The sound was so crisp, don't People who say that taking drugs can be confused, even normal sober men can't respond.

The rapper like Wei flew upside down and fell on the sofa in the booth. Andrew didn't finish his movements. On Zhang Kuku's face.

Not to mention, when Andrew was tired from beating, he looked at that face again, and it looked much fleshier. It was not so annoying, and it was a little cute.

Hey~~~ This idea is so cold. . .

"Boss, let me rest for a few seconds before continuing." Andrew seemed to have not had such a good time in a long time, trotted to Yang Cheng's side, and smiled with his big white teeth.

Yang Cheng rolled his eyes, how dare he let him hit again, did he foam without looking? He just asked Andrew to teach this rude guy a lesson, not wanting to kill anyone.

"Okay, go and find out if this person was brought here, take it away quickly, don't disturb everyone's interest."

This small disturbance at the booth did not involve the people on the dance floor who were swaying wildly to the music. The people who gathered around to watch the excitement dispersed when they saw Yang Cheng solve the matter. At this time of drinking, what is most needed is not excitement , but the opposite sex.

Not long after, Andrew came over with jay-z, and Yang Cheng signed a check of 10,000 dollars and handed it to the cat girl as compensation. The little girl with black eyes and black hair looks like Asian, and her tearful eyes are full of grievances. I just came out to work part-time as an adult, and this is the first time I have received such a big grievance.

Let Hansen take the little girl to find the manager of the boom boom room, don't bother her afterwards, this is the best Yang Cheng can do, if it were someone else, I'm afraid she, a powerless little waiter, would be attacked. Also do not want to offend guests. . .

"Jay, is this the friend you brought?" Yang Cheng rushed to spread out on the sofa, and the black man with a dirty face pouted. He had just been beaten by Andrew, and he vomited out all his food and drink, but there was nothing left. Cleaned up by his own face.

Jay-z glanced lightly, and said disdainfully, "I'm sorry to trouble you, Wiz is just this kind of virtue, I didn't want to bring him here, but I couldn't stand him begging."

After jay-z said this, Yang Cheng remembered that this person is called Viz Khalifa. In his previous life, he listened to see you again and searched for this guy's songs. The lyrics are full of money, drugs, and women , is a typical black man who came out of the slums. There are countless rappers, nba players, and rugby players in the United States who are like this.

Yang Cheng shrugged his shoulders, he will not be stingy to blame jay-z for this, compared to his black compatriots, jay-z is a smart person, he belongs to the kind of black-skinned and white-hearted, trying his best to break into white people The upper class, once invested in the New Jersey Nets is the best proof. It is said that he also formed a consortium with several celebrities to buy the Ace of Spades champagne. He is a very business-minded black man who knows how to turn his fame into profit.

"It's a trivial matter. Don't worry about it. Did you bring someone here? Or should I arrange someone to send him away?"

"I'll let the bodyguards send him off, you don't need to worry about Jason."

Watching jay-z's bodyguards carry Wiz away, Yang Cheng took advantage of the opportunity and invited him back to his booth for a few drinks.

"Jason, are you interested in basketball?" After the two sat down, Jay-z took the initiative to stir up the topic with his arms around the young model he had just hooked up with.

Yang Cheng sent a text message to Miranda Kerr, asking her to come down to find herself, and took the topic casually, "It's okay, I can't say I like it, but I watch it occasionally, what's wrong?"

"Do you know that I used to be a shareholder of the Nets?"

Yang Cheng hummed, waiting for his next words.

"Later, it was sold to Mikhail, the current owner of the Nets. Recently, I heard that Mikhail's business in Russia had problems and he was in urgent need of cash flow. I wanted to join hands with a few like-minded friends to buy it. Since the Nets moved In Brooklyn, the value has doubled several times, and I think there is still potential for appreciation.”

Yang Cheng raised his head and finished a glass of tequila, hiccupping happily, just in time Miranda Kerr came over with Victoria's Secret pace.

"Miranda, here." Yang Cheng raised her hand in greeting.

Jay-z's big hands are bravely climbing the peak, and following Yang Cheng's movements, he saw Miranda Kerr walking over, whistled, blinked, and gave a thumbs up, "Dude, you are still awesome... .”

Yang Cheng raised his eyebrows proudly, and stretched out his hand to pull Ke'er into his arms. There was a negative distance contact before, but now the two of them are not holding back. Miranda valued Yang Cheng's identity, and each took what he needed. Anyway, neither of them had the idea of ​​being forever. People, they should not be too simple, and they would die quickly.

The two kissed for a while as if there was no one else around, and then they separated in the sound of jay-z coughing.

"Ahem... Seriously, isn't that Mikhail being targeted?"

He smoothed Ke'er's hair thoughtfully, then poured her a glass of wine, picked up a glass and touched jay-z himself, and said suspiciously.

"It shouldn't be. I heard that the actual output of the gold mine under his name did not reach the expected target, thus breaking the capital chain. He is still in New York. If he is under investigation, he may not be able to leave Russia, right?" Jay-z thought After a while, he shook his head and analyzed.

Yang Cheng nodded noncommittally, and he just asked casually, "To be honest, the audience of the Nets naturally hinders the team's value-added space. In terms of business, I don't despise Brooklyn. The people living there are also rich now. It is no longer the notorious slum that it used to be, but the outside world's perception of it is difficult to change in a short period of time."

Jay-z is from Brooklyn, and he has deep and complicated emotions about it. Yang Cheng's words made his face a little ugly, but he couldn't refute it, because what Yang Cheng said was the truth. They were discussing business, not friendship.

"You're right, so you're not interested in buying an NBA team?" Jay-z quickly sorted out his emotions and didn't let his sensibility dominate his rationality, but he still asked unwillingly.

Yang Cheng didn't answer immediately, but played with Miranda's upturned hair. The pleasant smell of perfume on her body seemed to have an aphrodisiac function, constantly stimulating Yang Cheng's nasal cavity.

After a long while, Yang Cheng, who had thought about it deeply, finally answered. . .