Chapter 272: Okamoto's dream
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Godly Fisherman
- Lao Yang Ban Xian
- 1753 characters
- 2021-03-04 02:28:35
Eminem waved his hand: "I want to thank you for the Michigan teenagers who were funded by the charity fund. Many children over there are destroyed by drugs and violence. I want to give them another life."
Well, this is what a rap singer has in common: almost all big-name rappers have an unfortunate childhood.
Eminem once wrote a song to scold his mother severely, but a few years later, he wanted to apologize to his mother.
As people grow older, they have different perceptions of things and different perspectives on the same thing.
Xiao Peng picked up the invitation letter for the music party, which contained the account of the foundation. Xiao Peng took out his mobile phone and transferred 1 million meters of gold to the foundation.
Rao is Eminem and also has a lot of money, and was also shocked by Xiao Peng's big hand. This is not a charity auction, just a small music party, Xiao Peng donated two million yuan alone? Who will believe it?
Seeing Eminem’s expression, Xiao Peng said sincerely,
Eminem, this money is really not much. What you just said to me is worth at least 100 million U.S. dollars. Okay, I’m just talking about it. , Don’t you expect me to donate another 100 million, okay? That’s really not there."
Eminem also smiled: "Well, then I will accept your generous donation."
Xiao Peng waved his hand: "This is nothing compared to what you do."
Jay-z also ran over at this time: "Hey, Eminem, someone donated 1 million rice gold just now. Our fundraising this time was really successful."
Eminem smiled bitterly: "The money was donated by Xiao." Jay-z was stunned after listening, not knowing what to say.
After 50cent heard it, he shouted: "Hey, my tough guy. If you are so rich, why don't you support me? I'm all bankrupt."
When everyone heard it, they all gave a 50cent look. We all know what is going on with your bankruptcy, okay?
50cent sat directly next to Xiao Peng: "Brother, I'm not joking about this. Are you interested in making movies? I have my own film company."
Before Xiao Peng answered, Eminem couldn't help but complain: "If you don't mention your film company, I think you will be better than your current image in Xiao's eyes."
50cent disagreed: "Who said that the movies I invested in are all very good, right? Al Pacino, Robert De Niro, Bruce Willis, Jason Stans, Nicolas Cage, all big names have worked with me. By the way, and Sharon Stone, which one is not a famous big-name superstar?"
Xiao Peng had a crying expression without tears: "Oh my god, my brother, you have poisoned so many big-name superstars? I really feel silent for them. Tell me the truth, did you use guns to force them Are you here? They must regret it now and don't want it."
After Xiao Peng finished speaking, the audience laughed, only 50cent could not laugh or cry.
The movie made by 50cent investment is a dark history he can never wash away-it sucks!
Eminem asked suddenly, "Xiao, what are you doing in Stars and Stripes this time? Is there any business coming?"
Xiao Peng shook his head: "No, no, that's it. Warvin invited me to watch the All-Star game. I have never watched it."
"Oh?" Eminem raised his brows: "That would be great. We will go together at that time, and we will also go to the game."
"Okay, people watch the football more to be lively!" Xiao Peng nodded and agreed.
"Okay, sit here now, I'll sing a song first, thank you today!"
"You are busy with you, I appreciate it here."
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After Xiao Peng attended the music party, he returned to his room and stayed at home for two days without doing anything, just playing Twitter with an English dictionary.
When he was in Greece, Julia applied to Twitter for him, but he never posted it, not because he couldn't do it: Qianliyan used satellite signals and did not block foreign websites. He has never been, just because he is not used to it, and only Julia is a friend on it. Once he went up to send a private message to Julia, but he fell into the sea, so he has never been.
After attending the music party, I exchanged Twitter with Eminem and others, so I used Twitter again.
But I couldn't understand English, so I asked Okamoto to buy an English dictionary. As a result, Xiao Peng found a problem, and he did not forget the ten lines. This should also be related to Lizhong witchcraft.
Xiao Peng's learning speed shocked Okamoto. A thick English dictionary made Xiao Peng completely memorize it in just one hour.
Unfortunately, Xiao Peng had another embarrassment. He could only read and write, but could not listen and read. Ok. The product of standard Chinese-style education ------ Mute English. But even so, it has already scared everyone.
But I’m not afraid of it on Twitter. It’s all words anyway, so Xiao Peng also had a good time: Since I posted a photo of the music party with Eminem and others on Twitter, many people have paid attention to him. . Communicating with these people has also improved my English ability.
With the help of Okamoto Okamoto, Xiao Peng's pronunciation became accurate, and he could even communicate with Okamoto Okamoto. This trip to the Stars and Stripes strengthened Xiao Peng's determination to learn English.
I originally planned to settle down, and after talking with Eminem, I set a ‘small goal’ for myself, so the necessity of learning English would be too great.
By the way, Okamoto's English pronunciation is really good, unlike other islanders. The English spoken by most islanders can only be understood by islanders.
There is such a paragraph. At the United Nations meeting, after the representative of the island country finished speaking, someone next to it protested: "Can't you speak English?" The representative of the island country heard a grievance: "I speak English." Although this is funny It's a joke, but this also shows from the side that how bad the islanders speak English.
Fortunately, Okamoto did not have this problem.
Xiao Peng’s headache now is Huang Suxi, how to deal with this girl?
Every day she is standing next to her like a doll. She doesn't understand what you say, she knows that she is giggling, just like running out of a mental hospital, but. . . . . . She is really cute when smiling.
Well, for the sake of her cute smile, bear it. But she was really a foodie, and she was not welcome, and almost ate all the food on the hotel's menu.
Well, for the sake of her cute smile, bear with it.
But because of her, Xiao Peng couldn't make friends with Okamoto. This is unbearable. But no matter how Xiao Peng rushes, Huang Suxi just won't go out, and the sofa in the bedroom will almost become her bed.
What puzzled Xiao Peng was that Okamoto was also on Huang Xisu's side. He kept saying that Huang Xisu was a poor girl, making Xiao Peng considerate.
Be considerate of your hair, no matter how thick Xiao Peng’s face is, he can’t guard against a stranger, right? He is not an island man, so he is not so perverted.
"Xiao Sang, you look really good in this suit, and it will definitely be very eye-catching at the All-Star scene at night." Xiao Peng looked at himself in the mirror, well, let Okamoto dress up again.
"Doxu, you really have a good idea of fashion matching." Xiao Peng exclaimed sincerely.
Okamoto smiled slightly: "My original dream was to be a fashion designer and own my own fashion brand."
"Then why not do it?" Xiao Peng was looking at the mirror stinkingly, saying that people rely on clothes and horses and saddles are really right.
After hearing Xiao Peng's question, Okamoto showed a bit of bitterness on his face: "Xiao Sang, you don't understand the difficulties of island women after marriage, family, family, and many things they want to do and can't do."
Xiao Peng smiled slightly: "Then do you still want to be a fashion designer now?"
Okamoto nodded: "I want to own my own brand in my dreams, and have my own place at the Paris Fashion Show."
Xiao Peng looked back at Okamoto and touched her little cheek: "Trust me, you will."
Okamoto smiled, but did not speak. How easy is it to build your own brand?
Xiao Peng finished his stinky beauty and led a group to Madison Square Garden in New York, the mecca of basketball. Well, it's also the sacred place of nhl, because the US nhl New York Rangers and NBA New York Knicks share the home arena. The ice rink is covered with ice, and the basketball court is covered with wooden boards. This year's NBA All-Star Game is held here.
There have been countless NBA classics that are unforgettable for fans. Since its establishment, Madison Square Garden has undergone three repairs or reconstructions, but the memories it left to Americans have never changed. Because there are too many classic battles recorded here, such as tennis star Federer vs. Samblas, boxing champion Ali vs. Fraser's World War and so on.
When Xiao Peng and his party walked into Madison Square, they were called into the luxurious private room by Eminem's bodyguard. Eminem Jay-z and others are hiding inside, drinking and chatting.
Seeing Xiao Peng coming in, several people greeted with a smile.
"Why are you watching the game here? It's too far, right?" Xiao Peng asked puzzledly. It is really cool to watch a game in a luxurious private room, drinking champagne and smoking a cigar, but of course the closer you watch the game, the better. What can you see in a private room so far? It's better to watch TV at home.
Eminem smiled and asked, "Then where do you want to watch the game?"
Xiao Peng laughed and took out a few tickets from his pocket: "Wowen gave me the ticket in the seventh row. I have ten here. Let's go and see it together."
Eminem shook his head: "Well, I have the front row of tickets here, but unfortunately there are only 8 tickets. We have five people and there are three more tickets. What should I do?" Five people? Jay-z couple, plus Eminem and his son, take 50cent, okay
Why doesn't Xiao Peng understand what Eminem meant? How can there be such a coincidence? Exactly three more places? It's hard to get a front row ticket. This is the annual All-Star Game! This is just for myself and two female companions.
But is Huang Suxi counted as my female companion? That should be considered a little tail. . . . . .