hollywood billionaire

Chapter 152 Barbara Pavon
"I'm not a liar."

Before he could say a few words, Diplo had to rush back to the DJ booth to continue his performance, while Han Yi shrugged and looked at Barbara sincerely and sincerely.

"You didn't ask either."

"What should I say? See a stranger and say, hey, did you just buy Diplo's label for $3600 million?"

That liar was just a joke, just look at the way Barbara Pavin smiled now.

For this Hungarian girl who always shows two rows of white teeth and is as hot as a little sun, it seems that few things can affect her eternally happy and high-spirited mood.

"The numbers are too precise."

Han Yi raised his chin in Diplo's direction.

"He told you?"

"You don't need to tell me, it's all on Twitter and IG." Barbara Pavon, who has lived in the United States for five years, one year more than Han Yi, has long mastered the American accent. ten.But it is this two deviations that make her pronunciation of some words still have a slight Magyar accent.

But this didn't affect her appearance. If I had to say it, this inadvertent Eastern European style would only make her accent sound more charming.

"What happened last month, right?"

"Well, it was officially announced at the end of last month."

"That's right, when I woke up one day and opened Twitter, this news was everywhere." Barbara Pavon put her index finger to her lips and recalled earnestly, "Justin retweeted it, didn't he?"

"You mean Bieber?"

"Yes."

"Yes, he sent us a congratulatory tweet."

Congratulations, bro!What new music is there for me?

That's what Justin Bieber wrote when he retweeted Diplo's tweet later that day.

Although it was a pre-heating for the unannounced "Cold Water", Justin, who has close to [-] million followers on Twitter, undoubtedly expanded the detonation scope of this blockbuster in the music industry to a wider field.

Barbara Parvin's memory of Mad Decent's acquisition news is still fresh, which is the best testament to Justin Bieber's online influence.

"It's hard to imagine that Thomas is still working."

Barbara glanced at Diplo behind Han Yi and smiled mischievously.

"If I just made 3600 million, you'd only see me on the couch at home, eating Thai takeaway and pampering myself into a big fat dick."

"Diplo likes hard-earned money... Plus, I don't let him rest." Han Yi blinked and joked, "You know, the boss has to do this."

"Wow." Barbara exclaimed cooperatively, "What a demon."

"This is the quality that a qualified member of the Illuminati must possess...Just kidding."

Having said that, Han Yi spread his hands and looked at Barbara who couldn't help yawning.

"Is this joke so boring?"

"Yup!"

With a solemn expression, Barbara nodded heavily, but within a few seconds, she chuckled and waved her hands casually.

"I didn't mean to look distracted. Mainly it was so early in the filming today, I was going back to the hotel and I was going to sleep and come back...but Portugal was playing Estonia on TV. You know, who can miss Cristiano -Where is Ronaldo?"

"Do you watch football?"

"I play football." Barbara Pavon raised her chin proudly, "Standing in front of you is Hungary's number one striker."

"I thought it was Puskas." Han Yi couldn't help laughing.

"I forgot the attributive, female striker... Hey, you know a lot about football." Barbara asked enthusiastically, "All Americans know Ronaldo and Messi, but few people know Puskas."

"Because I'm not American." Han Yi responded with a smile, "I'm from China, where I was born and grew up."

"Oh, but your English...well, it looks like I'm guessing at you with my language learning."

"I also have an accent." Han Yi pointed to his mouth and joked again, "For example, I still can't say 'literally', and I can't add 'like' in front of every sentence."

"It's called 'educated'." Barbara, who had already settled in the North American continent, of course knew what Han Yi was satirizing.The two foreigners who can't understand the beauty of the United States smiled at each other, "That makes sense... I heard that football in China has developed very well in recent years."

"Yes, we like spending money." No other topic could embarrass Han Yi so much, he grinned and answered irrelevantly, "Anyway, I like Hungarian football, not only Puskas, but also Keqishi and Hidegouti. That is one of the three strongest national teams in history in my opinion."

"Perfect spelling." Barbara raised her eyebrows to the maximum arc, "Wait... let's talk about another Hungarian player, active."

"Orban." Han Yi frowned and thought for a moment before continuing with some regret, "I only know him."

"I never thought that someone could name a Hungarian football player in real life!" In 2016, when he was not yet famous, Soboszlai wanted to name a Hungarian player, even for hardcore fans. It's hard to say... No, even after Soboszroy became famous, few people could connect him with Hungary.Therefore, it is understandable that Hungarian Barbara Pavon, a retired women's football player and avid football fan, was so surprised and excited.

"Acquaintance again..."

Barbara stretched out her hand again energetically.

"Barbara Pavon, fan of Neymar, Ronaldo and Barcelona!"

"Han Yi, a fan of Puskas, AC Milan and Real Madrid." Holding Barbara's slender and slender fingers politely, Han Yi commented jokingly, "Very, very strange combination. Barcelona...and Christie Jarno Ronaldo."

"Ha, you're still talking about me."

Barbara Parvin was clearly not convinced.

"AC Milan and Real Madrid, someone obviously chooses the home team based on the number of Champions League titles won."

"Not exactly." Han Yi suppressed a smile, "I don't remember Ferencci winning the World Cup."

"It's not fair, we have a total of 960 million people, and the great Mr. Puskas helped your home team win five La Liga titles, three..."

"It looks like you two get along very well!"

Drake's "Over" sounded, and there was still 30 seconds to connect to the remix of AMTRAC's "Once Is Enough" by Chambray. Diplo took off his headphones and wanted to chat with Han Yi and Barbara for a while, but found that the two A small universe with a unique gas field has been formed.

One is drinking Coke, the other is sipping a Dahlia margarita, discussing some European sports news from Philadelphia that he can't understand, which is in stark contrast to the corrupt atmosphere of Pacha Ibiza's Sodom chemical laboratory.

"No, we didn't." Barbara pointed her thumb at Han Yi and denied it, "He doesn't respect Puskas!"

"No respect for Pu... well, kids, play on your own."

Diplo shook his head, and hung the noise-canceling headphones on top of his head again.

For the performance, he still maintained a basic sobriety, but he didn't know whether Han Yi and Barbara Pavin had entered that miraculous state.

At least judging from the topics they discussed, the probability is very high.

Soccer nerds.

"I felt like he was calling us nerds with his body language."

Han Yi stared at Diplo's back and said.

"Then he was right."

Barbara yawned again.

"If you don't like this kind of music, you're a nerd."

"electronic music?"

"Oh, no, I quite like electronic music...you know, Ultra or the exciting EDM on the main stage of Tomorrowland." Barbara curled her lips noncommittally, "But I always can't understand the popular music in Western Europe. Things like techno, tech house, maybe they haven’t been drugged, so they can’t sink into it at all.”

"That makes the two of us." Han Yi answered with a smile.

"You don't take drugs?"

"Do I look like I'm high?"

No matter how long he stayed overseas, Han Yi couldn't empathize with the lax attitude of European and American societies on illegal drugs.

The century of humiliation that began with opium has had a huge impact on the values ​​​​of the Chinese people, and it is also something that the entire West cannot understand.

"In our case, this is the death penalty."

"I thought you didn't drink alcohol because it would not affect the efficacy of the medicine." Barbara was right. Many people can go to nightclubs without drinking at all because certain medicines work better alone.

"No drinking, no drugs, and..."

Barbara Parvin swallowed the word "super cute".

"who are you?"

"It's boring, right?" Han Yi smiled at her indifferently, "My freshman roommates call me Han Sober."

"Good nickname."

Every time she laughs, Barbara Pavon looks like an invincible and well-behaved chipmunk. Her thin cheeks will bulge a little baby fat, which sets off her shallow pear dimples very cutely.

"But it's not boring. On the contrary, I appreciate that."

"Anyone can have fun, and most people use these things..." Barbara Pavon tapped her glass with her fingernails, "to have fun, and in the process lose the ability to get pleasure from oneself. "

"So, in today's society, people who can rely on themselves to feel satisfied and happy are people with superpowers."

"Deep."

Han Yi replied softly thoughtfully.

"But I think... I should still be the first type of person."

"How?" Barbara asked with interest.

"I really want to find the strength to make me happy, but I'm really hungry."

Han Yi's words are very simple.

"I didn't arrive in Ibiza until eight o'clock. After I arrived at the hotel, I packed my luggage and ate something before going to get my hair done. We... Hey, Feyamu, what did we eat just now?"

"Tapas."

Compared with the tired Han Yi, Fei Yamu, who was standing by with his hands down, couldn't see any special changes.Albanian special forces, who can survive for more than a week in the mountains of the Hindu Kush, will never be overwhelmed by a small jet lag.

"Oh, yes, Tapas, I almost forgot." Han Yi sighed heavily, "Remind me again, Fei Yamu, why did we choose to eat Tapas?"

"Because when you talk about Spain, you have to taste their local characteristics." The tough man Feiyamu's ability to tell cold jokes is only slightly inferior to Han Yi, "And you are the boss."

"You're right." Han Yi put his index and middle fingers on his temples, "The boss can always make all kinds of smart choices."

The self-deprecating self-deprecating coexistence of grace and humor, as well as the conversation between Han Yi and Fei Yamu with no sense of barrier and distance, made Barbara Pavon's laugh lines in the corners of his eyes and dimples on his cheeks even deeper.

No one doesn't like handsome young billionaires, especially the ones who are down-to-earth and unassuming.

"How long are you going to stay here?" Clearing her throat, Barbara rejoined Han Yi and Fei Yamu's conversation.

"You said in Ibiza?"

"No, in Pacha." Barbara's index finger was down, pointing at the floor.

"There will be another four or 10 minutes until Thomas's set is finished."

"Okay! Four or ten minutes later, I'll treat you to the most delicious supper in Ibiza."

Barbara clasped her hands, raised them to the side of her right cheek, and said rather mysteriously.

"Trust me, it's absolutely to your liking."

　There is another chapter in the afternoon~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)