Entertainment Starting From Operation Red Sea

Chapter 1176: It’s easy to get on stage, but get off... (please collect, recommend, and vote monthly)

"Fuck..."

Mother Sang Amy cursed that one of the models she brought took drugs in the room before departure, and now she is completely delirious.

Damn it, you shouldn't have brought this Bichi here.

Amy was going crazy looking at the girl lying on the bed talking nonsense.

She was about to set off, now let her find a suitable person.

Just when Amy was running around anxiously, she saw a woman looking around in the hotel lobby.

He was an Asian, but he had a beautiful and distinctive appearance, and a slender and well-proportioned figure, and the look in his eyes that picked out prey was the one she was most familiar with.

Amy walked over without thinking much, "Hi, my name is Amy, would you like to make some extra money?"

Nikita turned to look at each other, and the half-smiling expression on her face made Amy's heart tremble.

But the special feeling in my heart was replaced by the anxiety of getting closer and closer.

"Extra money?"

Nikita did not expect that the other party would be so short of manpower, but she still pretended not to understand what the other party meant.

"Yes, the hourly salary is three hundred euros."

"Sounds very tempting, but I want to know the specific work content."

"Hey, listen, we have super yachts there, fine wine and food that you may never have access to in your life, generous employers and super high consumption."

Amy regarded the other party's resistance as a bargain, "The hourly salary is five hundred euros, which cannot be higher."

Nikita nodded hesitantly, "Okay, maybe I can go over and have a look."

The deal was done, Amy breathed a sigh of relief, this party must not be messed up.

If she succeeds in establishing a relationship with the Middle Eastern royal family, she will not be the ordinary Middle Eastern tycoon in the past.

"Listen, you need to change out of these tacky clothes now. Forget it, I'll find you one."

Amy looked Nikita up and down and looked at the other person's clothes with disgust.

He didn't notice the murderous look in the other person's eyes.

No matter what kind of woman she is, she will never let others call her stupid.

…

Michael and Lynn Fiennes were sitting in the car outside the hotel. They had received Nikita's signal.

"Just let her sneak onto the yacht?"

Fiennes felt that it was still a bit sloppy. If something happened, they would not be able to rescue them in time.

Michael rubbed his forehead, "What I'm worried about now is whether she will sink the yacht."

You must know that before Xu Chuan received the title of God of Doom, Nikita was the one who truly deserved the title.

Well, next in line is the Rangers quartet.

A few minutes later, a bus stopped in front of the hotel. Fiennes took out his camera and clicked the shutter on the car and the girls coming out of the hotel.

Of course, there was also Epstein who had his own car following behind.

Nikita had already changed into a **** dress and followed the crowd into the car.

"Okay, let's follow."

They want to determine which yacht Nikita is on and find out who the yacht belongs to.

There is a row of various yachts and sailboats parked on the pier of Dubai Port. Some of them are the latest designs displayed by manufacturers, and of course more of them are private yachts.

These wealthy people came over on their yachts to join in the fun and show off their little toys.

The most eye-catching one among them is an 85-meter-long superyacht with five floors.

Someone inquired about it and found out that it was specially customized by a mysterious buyer and an Italian manufacturer and was worth US$150 million.

Well, this one is nearly half more expensive than the one Allen ordered before.

A bus drove up to the pier, and more than twenty girls in **** clothes got off.

For Cannes, this is simply daily life here. Almost every day, all kinds of girls board these luxury ships to participate in the yacht parties held on them.

The names are very nice. In fact, everyone knows what these people are going to do.

And today is no exception, these girls boarded the yacht under the leadership of Amy.

Most of them were awestruck by the sheer size of the ship, and then everyone got excited, which meant that today's guests were super rich.

It also means they will get big tips.

Although they had to split the accounts with Amy, they definitely got a lot.

"Hey girls, hand over your phones now."

Sam stood at the edge of the gangway, holding a bag to collect everyone's communication equipment.

"I will return it to you when we get off the boat."

When he arrived at Nikita, Sam was stunned for a moment. He had never seen this woman before.

Amy, who was standing next to him, immediately responded and explained, "Monica is not feeling well, so I can only find someone to replace her."

Sam was obviously dissatisfied with what the other party did, but now was not the time to talk about that.

"Okay, what's your name?", Sam asked.

Nikita tilted her head and thought for a moment, "Monica, yes, my name is Monica."

The expressions on Sam and Amy's faces are really wonderful.

Everyone boarded the boat, and the nearly 100-meter superyacht slowly sailed out of the dock.

Twenty girls stood on the deck, some excited and some anxious, waiting for their employer to inspect the goods.

Not long after, three young men dressed casually came out.

The three people glanced at the girls in front of them with eyes looking at the products, with expressions of satisfaction on their faces.

Sam stepped forward and one of them whispered something in his ear.

Then Sam pointed to one of the girls wearing loose sweaters and said, "She needs to change her clothes."

The girl stared, "But I only brought this one thing."

Another girl next to her said immediately, "I brought it and will lend it to you first."

Well, things worked out perfectly.

Sam once again emphasized the precautions to them, and then loudly said to all the girls, "Our party starts now."

Light music immediately sounded on the yacht.

This yacht, which cost more than the 056A frigate, slowly sailed towards the high seas. The girls on the boat, stimulated by alcohol, had taken off their coats and were twisting their bodies to the music.

…

On the other hand, at the opening ceremony of the film festival, which was coming to an end, Xu Chuan wore sunglasses and had a good sleep.

If it weren't for the fact that the last song was a promotional song he wrote for the World Cup, he might still be asleep.

The song Wavin’ Flag was sung, and Xu Chuan was still quite confused when he was pushed awake by Gao Wen.

The black singer on the stage was a Somali, which was what Xu Chuan requested from the World Cup Organizing Committee at the time. Because the original version of this song was actually written by a Somali singer. It was originally written from the perspective of a child in war-torn Somalia to express the struggle in reality, the longing for freedom, and the accusation of war.

So there are actually two versions of this song, and the one for the World Cup was actually specially adapted.

(part of the lyrics)

birthtoathrone

We are born with pride

strongerthanRome

As noble as Rome

butviolentprone

But there is violence everywhere

poorpeoplezone

and poor areas

…

The original lyrics are essentially accusations and anti-war, and are much more profound than the World Cup version.

What the singer sang today was the original version, not the recently popular World Cup promotion song.

This version of the arrangement is not considered cheerful. Under the singer's deep voice, a scene of war and hunger unfolds in everyone's mind.

But the climax also expresses an unyielding love for this land full of war, poverty and backwardness.

When the last note fell, all the guests present stood up, and the audience burst into lasting applause.

And if Xu Chuan hadn't been pulled by Gao Wen, he wouldn't have stood up.

After the singing, the singer did not go down, but a beautiful host came up to the stage and said loudly, "Everyone should know the author of this song. Fortunately, he is also here with us. Now we invite Bear Grier. Mr. Si comes on."

The cameras, lights, and the eyes of everyone present were all focused on Xu Chuan, and the applause never stopped.

The look on his face just **** me up.

Gao Wen, Zhou Hao, Deng Cheng and Allen sitting around him were all pushing him to get on stage quickly.

MD, what **** came up with this link.

Xu Chuan stood up and reluctantly walked onto the stage.

This black Somali singer, whose name Xu Chuan didn't even know, came up to him and gave Xu Chuan a warm hug without hesitation.

"Bro, this song, thank you."

When the World Cup organizing committee approached him, he had no idea that someone would write a song specifically for his hometown.

The lyrics are actually quite profound, and the music style 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 then asked curiously, "Bell, can I call you that?"

This host is a guest star from a famous movie, and he will be more tolerant of Xu Chuan, who is beautiful and non-threatening.

"sure."

"Okay, Bell, can I ask how you wrote this song?"

Xu Chuan's expression was as if he was looking at an idiot. He lowered his head and glanced, um, D.

That was understandable, so he replied, "Written with a pen."

There was laughter on and off the field, including the host.

Well, Xu Chuan knew that he had to say something at this time, so he took the microphone when the laughter subsided.

"Okay, I'm just kidding. Since we're talking about this song, let me say a few words."

"I just saw several women and even men at the scene who were moved to tears."

Xu Chuan stretched out his finger to the guests in the row who were wearing luxury brand haute couture gowns. These people 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-impressions. How many of you sitting here have been to Somalia?"

The atmosphere at the scene was stagnant. Some people were surprised, some were sarcastic, and some were gloating.

Xu Chuan looked at Gao Wen's position. The girl was looking at him with a worried look.

He smiled at the other party to reassure Gao Wen, but he felt that with the child's short-sightedness, it was difficult to say whether he could see his own expression.

There is still something to be said, but since he is allowed to take the stage, it is not up to the organizers how he will proceed.

"No, right? So the emotion you feel is actually no different from when your own pet dies. It's so cheap that it makes me laugh."

“I even want to ask, do you know where Somalia is?”

He looked at the host, "Do you know?"

The host evaded his eyes and said hesitantly, "India?"

This answer almost made the singer beside him explode.

My skin color is here, how dare you say Indian? .

Xu Chuan smiled and did not make it difficult for the young lady. His purpose was not to make people come down from the stage.

But after this incident passes, she may be exposed online.

"So, back to the question, how did I write it? Because I have been there and know the people and the environment where children live."

"Another question, have you ever eaten cakes? I must have eaten them all, whether they are wheat flour or corn flour, but have you ever eaten cakes made of soil?"

Xu Chuan's voice rose slightly, and everyone fell silent. They could hear some anger in the voice of the man on the stage.

"I have eaten. In a small village by the sea near Mogadishu, a child gave me his only ration of the day."

"That thing is ground into powder with some kind of stone, sifted out the finest part, then added with small fish and shrimps taken from the sea and mashed, then mixed with salt full of impurities into a paste, made into a cake shape and then Dry."

The people in the audience listened very carefully, and some even swallowed their saliva. Is this food edible?

"To be honest, I wanted to throw up after the first bite, but you know, this kind of thing is an essential food for the people there to survive."

"And for that child, he gave me the chance to live. I couldn't refuse it, let alone spit it out."

"So in the next two days, this thing almost killed me."

Having said this, Xu Chuan smiled, and the atmosphere at the scene became slightly more relaxed.

"So, after eating this earth cake, I understood one thing."

"When people have trouble even filling their stomachs, what love and peace, what freedom and equality, 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 cool!

And he hasn't finished cursing yet.

"And those non-official organizations that play electric football in war-torn areas, Fuckyou."

"That's right, I'm scolding those **** from the Pierce Charitable Foundation."

Everyone sitting in the audience laughed this time. Many people clapped vigorously and some whistled and cheered.

What happened in Nansudan was really sensational, although neither UC Technology nor Umbrella clarified anything.

However, most people who have access to inside information already know that these two companies, which are incompatible with each other, have the same owner.

This is the guy on stage who has cursed the most in the history of the Cannes Film Festival.

A touching little story and an outspoken character, these two things directly poked fun at the French.

So that everyone present forgot his initial offense.

"I believe that nothing in this world is more important than having enough food to eat, so starting last year I purchased a large amount of idle land in the Nansudan area and prepared to launch a self-produced grain project in cooperation with the local government."

"Our plan is to make the Nansudan area self-sufficient in food rations within three to four years."

"If this project is successful, we can extend our experience to other areas."

"Of course, I know that some people's interests will be harmed in this process. There is no way. There is such a small group of garbage in this world who wants to control the food rations of humans around the world."

"But it doesn't matter. Umbrella exists just to make some scumbags willing to calm down and reason with me when they don't want to reason."