pappabearbooks Chapter 472: Children will always be dad’s heart and soul (page 12)
Chapter 472: Children will always be dad’s heart and soul (page 12)
Chapter 472: Children will always be dad’s heart and soul
Beyond everyone's expectations.
Messi, who is far away in the Iberian Peninsula, actually mentioned the "dung-throwing scandal" once.
"Hahaha! I laughed so hard!"
The game had just ended, and Little John smiled crookedly after seeing the relevant reports on his mobile phone.
"The football hooligans in Spain are really scary." Xiang Yang said with shame.
Thanks to the booming development of online media, both photos and 480p videos are still clear.
Through the screen, he could imagine the stench of the scene.
This damn reporter actually gave a close-up of the bus that was filled with yellow soup.
All I can say is that this video is awesome.
"Compared with what we have here, it's so different." Little John smiled sarcastically.
On the island of Corsica, there is a club called SS Bastia.
Whether it is Paris, Lyon, or Marseille fans going to the Fogliani Stadium must think carefully.
While the Espanyol fans just humiliated Barcelona, the Bastia fans really threw "Molotov cocktails".
The tiles on the sidewalk are just conventional weapons.
The metal spear points of the isolation fence can fly back and forth in the sky.
Using guns and killing people is not too unusual.
It's just that many people don't know about these extreme fan organizations because the influence of Ligue 1 is too low.
"No wonder Xiang doesn't like going to the Parc des Princes." Macron, who was changing clothes, looked embarrassed.
As a Frenchman, he certainly knows how vicious PSG's most famous football hooligan "KOB" is.
"That's not true, haha." Xiang Yang waved his hand.
He simply looks down on PSG and has nothing to do with football hooligans.
"If you ask me, things like football hooliganism are all about money. As Sarkozy's economic adviser, you have to be careful when you go to the game tomorrow."
In response to the kind reminder, Macron smiled and nodded slightly.
Like other countries in Europe, the vast majority of members of football hooligan groups in France are unemployed young people.
After the economic crisis, France recovered fairly well.
However, when these numbers on paper are applied to individuals, especially complex groups of young people, the degree of change is, to say the least, minimal.
In social economics, "counting on average" is the greatest injustice.
In management, "egalitarianism" is also the biggest injustice.
How to create more jobs?
Xiang Yang doesn't care about this, it's not his concern.
But after changing his clothes, Macron became interested and said, "Xiang, I heard that you are a partner of Uber."
"Well, yes." Xiangyang was curious about why Macron suddenly mentioned this matter, and added: "I am not involved in the specific operation of the company.
"Can you do me a favor? I'd like to invite Musk."
"He." Xiang Yang was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Okay, no problem."
According to the Chinese translation, Macron and Musk both start with the word "horse" and are from the same family.
Since Macron wanted to find his relatives thousands of miles away, Xiang Yang felt that there was no reason to refuse.
Anyway, even if he doesn't help, the two of them will eventually meet one day.
"A formal meeting?"
"Just getting to know each other."
"Well, let's call Little John. He is very familiar with Musk."
"Listen to you."
Macron did not refuse.
That night, Xiangyang called Musk.
As a partner of Uber and INS, apart from occasionally lamenting that this friend he happened to meet because of Bitcoin has little cash, there are many things Musk admires about Xiangyang.
Including the word "lazy", because of their different positions, he and Bea Shaffer had different views.
He likes to do things, and enjoys Xiang Yang's generous support.
"Xiang, when your time is confirmed, just ask your secretary to notify me."
Regarding Xiang Yang's rare invitation, Musk teased the relationship between the two, "No matter what, I am still working for you, right?"
"Then I'm also a little tailor who makes clothes for you."
Learning from Musk's accent, Xiang Yang responded with a smile.
He looked down at the clothes he was wearing. It was really a Hermès bodysuit without a logo. Musk laughed, cleared his throat, and said:
"Uber has had a good start in France. Both the number of registered users and the number of registered drivers are growing steadily. But Xiang, I'm afraid your friend will be disappointed when he sees me. We are not philanthropists after all."
"It sounds like I have money for charity." Of course Xiangyang is not a philanthropist.
No matter how good his relationship with Macron is in the future, the employment issue in France will have nothing to do with him.
But who told him that Macron would be able to sit on the 'throne' in the future?
Who told him to have shares in Uber?
"Don't say that, the high-quality stocks you hold are very expensive. If you are willing, I can buy them at a premium." Listening to him crying about poverty, Musk directly blocked Xiang Yang's mouth, "The cash will arrive immediately. Account."
"Forget the stocks, you still need to sign a transfer agreement. Why don't you sell me your Bitcoins? I can transfer them very quickly."
Xiang Yang doesn't feel like he has no money.
"I'm not Little John. Haha." Musk laughed again.
"Isn't this a coincidence~ Me neither."
On the other side, little John, who had returned home to wash up and have dinner, was taking care of his little jojo.
During the meal, it was inevitable to brag about his performance on the court.
The feeling of showing off is beyond words.
After dinner, he just returned to the bedroom and came to the crib. For some reason, he suddenly felt itchy at the tip of his nose. Before he could rub his nose, he sneezed untimely.
Fortunately, it didn't hit the child's face.
“If you catch a cold, stay away from the child.” Laura raised an eyebrow.
"No, it just suddenly felt itchy." Little John rubbed his nose and said, "Look, Jojo doesn't dislike me, so why are you attacking me?"
"It's not that he doesn't dislike you."
After confirming that there was no problem, Laura glanced at her sleeping son and sighed: “He is just like you, he knows how to sleep.”
"Nonsense." Little John looked disdainful.
"I knew it was Xiangyang who was sleeping."
"That's okay, the child can be like him."
Laura’s eyes looked like she was looking at a fool.
"What's so good about being like him?" Little John chuckled, gently pinched little Jojo's nose with his hand and said with a smile, "You haven't seen Liu's two babies, they look like her, how cute they are."
"That's true."
Speaking of the two little guys, Mu Xin and Zhiyin, Laura smiled.
"Are you free tomorrow? Should we take Jojo to go and have fun with his two young ladies?"