Damn, really hateful. Ellie almost turned her big-brimmed hat into a scrap. She spent so much time begging the airline to exchange her flight to the Maldives for a double ticket to Paris, and she was so excited to come to Paris from Corsica not to meet Sophie. Marceau, and then listen to her talk about "Braveheart". Bastard! Where did you hide Super J? Didn't you advertise with your promises, didn't you already confirm that Super J would be in the interview tonight, didn't you swear that Super J would draw lucky people from the audience to take him on a tour of Paris today? I spent my rewards, I spent my time, but not to wait for a disappointment. This is an opportunity that I have fought for with great difficulty, and I have won it with great difficulty. Flying away from Corsica, where she had lived for so many years, she risked being beaten by her parents when she returned. Sophie. Marceau? No, that's definitely not the purpose of her trip.

"I just got the latest news, Super J, who was scheduled to participate in the talk show today, was in a car accident because of a car accident, so the relevant talk show has been temporarily canceled. We don't know what he's doing at the moment. Once we get his answer, TF1 will set up a talk show as soon as possible. I'm really sorry that this happened. Everyone, I beg your pardon! ”

Just when Ellie Jie was on the verge of exploding, it was about Sophie. Marceau and her talk show ended with TF1 producer Sean Murphy. Edmore was saddened to announce the news.

Oh ~ yes. There was no way he could not grieve this time. He's spent a lot of money. TF1's program production is a producer dividend system, where the producer spends money, the producer dividends, and the profit and loss are at their own risk. Sean. Edmore wanted to take advantage of this opportunity. This advertising plan was decided with the producer of Super J in October last year. Even the audience recruitment plan, well, those guys are desperate to squeeze the studio out. But now, the money is throwing out.

A car accident that ruined everything.

Damn car crash, damn car crash.

Go to TMD car accident.

Sean. Edmore cursed the perpetrator of the car accident. But what can be done about it? He couldn't rush into the hospital. Forcibly pull Super J to the TF1 studio! He didn't want to die yet.

The originally dull studio was like a bomb thrown into it, and it instantly became riotous.

"What? Super J got into a car accident? You're not kidding, are you? How is this possible? ”

"Where is he now? Did you call an ambulance? ”

"Is the injury serious? Is there a danger to life? ”

"Who is the perpetrator? Grab it, grab it! ”

The scene was chaotic.

……

"Amy, inform TF1. Because of the car accident. Today's interview. Temporarily cancelled. Jerry pointed to the bandaged wound on his face, "I'm in the same condition now, plus Bob is in the operating room. Tell them. I'm not sorry, but at the moment I don't have the time, energy, or interest to attend their interviews. ”

"Okay, Jerry." Emily. Stanley gave Jerry a distressed look, "Are you okay?" ”

"Except for a few more wounds on my face, I'm fine. Don't worry. ”

Emily stared at Jerry for a long time, and then said, "Do you want to talk to Miss Nanako about this matter?" After all, she is Mr. Cummings' mother. ”

Jerry thought about it, but nodded, "Tell her about the general situation, and if Nanako wants to come over, let her bring one and the person who keeps her." I can't trust the security of Paris right now. ”

Emily answered and turned to leave, but Jerry stopped her again.

"Amy~"

"Anything else?"

"I'm sorry to frighten you!"

Emily smiled, but said nothing.

"Buckle button~" There was a knock on the door, and the Paris policeman guarding the door pushed the door open, "Mr. Rothschel, there is a Japanese woman who claims to be Sachiko Uraike who wants to see you." ”

Sachiko-san also knew?

The news spread so fast.

"Let her in, she's my friend."

Emily gave an ambiguous look, "Okay, now that I have someone with you, I think I should do what I'm supposed to do as an agent." ”

"Thank you for your hard work."

When Sachiko Urachi walked into the room, she looked a little scared. She really didn't want this warm sunshine to encounter any clouds, but now, when she saw this warm sunshine wrapped in a white bandage, she was still distressed and speechless.

Tears rolled down one after another.

Seeing Sachiko Urachi, who had always been strong and independent, suddenly burst into tears, Jerry found that he didn't want to see a woman cry again, "Alas~ Miss Sachiko, I'm sick now, and I can't comfort others." Look, are you going to tell me another time who bullied you? ”

"No~" Sachiko Uraike looked distressed and stubborn.

Hey~ You're ZARD's Sakai Spring, you're my sister Sachiko Uraike~ Why are you going back more and more like this, why are you still starting to keep up with Otsuka's love for that group of little girls?

Sachiko Urachi walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, she cupped Jerry's face, and said softly, "Jerry-kun, I seem to like you!" ”

……

"With so many people dispatched, even RPG missiles were brought, and they couldn't pack up a hairy boy. What do you eat? Allah is watching us from above. ”

"Chief, I have given my son to Allah."

"If you don't complete the task, even if you contribute yourself, it won't help. Think of your great desire before Allah! Good and evil will be rewarded, and the grand wish will be fulfilled. ”

"I know what to do."

"Did that idiot Davis get what he promised?"

"Not yet."

"Tell him that we've lost so many people, and if he doesn't get things over soon, we'll let the red stain Pauillac red."

"Do you really want to do this? Chieftains? ”

"Don't forget, he's a Jew!"

"But, Chief, if we fall out with him, we won't have any weapons and equipment. On the premise that we haven't found a backup support, I think we should still raise this fat pig first, and when the time is ripe, we will send this filthy guy to the sky with a knife. Jews, especially people like Davis. Jews like Rothschild, although dirty, do not harm in raising. ”

…… (To be continued......)