American Gossip King

Chapter 193 The World Cup Begins

6 month 14 day.

The plane landed slowly at Incheon International Airport.

At this time, the Japan-Korea World Cup had already begun, the group stage was almost over, and the Chinese team had already headed home.

Although Ian still has feelings for China, he has no feelings for the Chinese national football team—helping them win? Wouldn't that be encouraging these spineless chickens to run wild in bars and letting useless people occupy positions without doing any work?

Do not!

They don't deserve help!

Ian is an attitude-based believer. I can accept that your skills are lacking, but I cannot accept a bunch of playboys who drink all day and rely on personal connections to get playing time... The success of these losers will only make them more degenerate!

Therefore, in Ian's eyes, the decline of the Chinese national football team is precisely due to the fans' bottomless support, just like doting parents who find all sorts of reasons to spoil them, and then it leads to eternal decline!

Therefore, Ian prefers to let Chinese football serve as a balancer for China's national fortune, rather than to elevate a bunch of worthless trash.

The only drawback is...

As for South Korea, their match against Italy will not start until June 18 at Daejeon Stadium.

So Ian will arrive in a few days.

Accompanying him on this trip were his secretary Ida, driver Brideson, the new butterfly Vincent, several assistants, and some "special personnel."

These special personnel did not travel with Ian; they arrived on a separate flight.

After getting off the plane, the convoy drove to the best hotel in Seoul—at that time, Seoul was still called Hanseong.

As you drive along, you can see fans from all over the world walking on the streets. Some are elated, while others are dejected. They drink beer and shout something loudly.

Sitting in the car, Ian looked out with a cold gaze, his eyes full of mockery.

Vincent, sitting in the passenger seat, said, "Boss, we've found the address of that referee named Moreno, but he's in a specially arranged hotel that ordinary people can't get into."

Ian said calmly, "Just give me the address."

The car arrived at the hotel, and Ian quickly went inside.

As soon as I entered the elevator, I saw a beautiful woman rushing over with several attendants.

"Wait a minute!" she shouted as she entered the elevator.

Upon entering the elevator and seeing Ian, he was taken aback: "Ian Carl?"

Ian also recognized the other person: "Miss Spears?"

Britney Spears!

I never expected that a very popular American singer would live here.

Britney's assistant was originally planning to kick people out and monopolize the elevator—big stars can be so domineering sometimes—but upon seeing that it was Ian Carr, she instantly lost that idea.

The agent quickly replied, "We can wait for the next elevator."

Ian laughed and said, "It's not so crowded here."

However, important figures are clearly not used to crowds.

Britney looked at Ian and smiled, "Together?"

Then he said to his agent, "Wait for the next trip."

As she spoke, she closed the elevator door, pressed the button for the 23rd floor, and looked at Ian: "What about you?"

"What a coincidence, on the same floor," Ian smiled.

As the elevator ascended, Ian leaned against the wall, looked at Britney, and casually asked, "How many days have you been here?"

Britney replied, "It's been days, running around everywhere. That's the bad thing about hosting the World Cup in two countries; you have to fly back and forth. What about you?"

"Just arrived."

Britney looked at him in surprise: "You just arrived? The World Cup has been going on for more than ten days."

Ian shrugged: "I didn't come here to watch the game."

Britney suddenly realized: "Making a news story? Oh my god, you're not trying to stalk me, are you?"

She blinked her big eyes at Ian.

Ian chuckled: "No, you're not my target."

These words relieved Britney, but then she became somewhat dissatisfied.

Am I really not worth your news coverage?

Ian and Britney had met before at a party, but everyone was busy and they only exchanged a few polite words without talking much.

Because he was a big star, Britney didn't pour him any wine, but she did see a beautiful woman pouring wine take Ian to a room to change clothes.

It's nothing, it's normal in Hollywood.

She glanced at Ian and chuckled, "Who's going to be unlucky this time?"

Ian chuckled, "It's just about discussing collaborations with some friends. The World Cup is a great place; it brings together many important figures from around the world, making it convenient for chatting, discussing, and collaborating."

"Ah! Businessmen are different. This is a great time for us to shop and spend." Britney chuckled.

For her, this trip was just for fun.

Just as Ian was about to say something, they arrived at the 23rd floor.

So he politely asked Britney to go out first before he got off the elevator.

Britney said, "I'm 2303, what's yours?"

"2301".

Britney chewed her tongue: "So you booked that last presidential suite. My people are terrible; they can't even arrange something like this."

"It sounds like I missed some opportunity?" Ian raised an eyebrow.

The latest novel is first published here!

Britney was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

Ian replied, "If I had arrived any earlier, and your people didn't recognize me, they might have angrily kicked me out of the room... and preferably punched me too, then I'd have some good news."

Britney was speechless: "My God, I'm starting to understand why you always have so many big news stories. You're terrifying, Ian Carl... No, I need to stay away from you."

She hurried toward her room, then slapped her forehead: "My room key is still with my manager."

Ian had arrived at his room, and a waiter came to open the door for him.

Ian stood in the doorway, smiling at Britney: "Why don't you come in and sit down for a bit?"

Britney looked at him, thought for a moment, and shook her head. "No, Ian Carl, I won't go into your room. I'll just wait."

Ian smiled, said nothing, and went into the room alone.

The waiter said respectfully, "Sir, please press the bell if you need anything. If you have any special requests, please let me know. I will be happy to serve you."

Ian knew what he meant by "special needs," after all, South Korea is the largest pork market in Asia.

He gently shook his head: "I understand, you can leave now."

Ian hung up his coat and looked around.

As a presidential suite, it is luxuriously and elegantly furnished, with a bedroom, a living room, and a large bathroom with a bathtub that can accommodate multiple people.

This reminded Ian of Helen Berry and the others.

They all have acting roles now and are busy.

A knock came at the door.

Ian opened the door, and it was his secretary Ida and Brideson.

Vincent was also carrying equipment in his hand.

Once inside the room, Vincent had already started setting up the window with his camera, without Ian even needing to make any arrangements.

Just then, Britney walked over.

"Hi, Ian Carl!" she called out.

She casually entered the room, and upon seeing Vincent's actions, she was momentarily taken aback: "What are you doing?"

Ian laughed and said, "It's one of my little habits that I set up my camera wherever I go to see what I can photograph. Don't worry, you live next door to me, I can't take your picture."

Britney was speechless: "You take pictures wherever you go, Ian Carr. They say that even though you're the big boss of Carr Media, you still act more like a reporter than a boss, and that's true."

"That's called not forgetting your roots." Ian walked over. "By the way, is there anything I can help you with?"

Britney casually tossed her hair: "I just wanted to buy you a drink."

Ian asked in surprise, "You just refused my invitation."

"It's a bar downstairs, nothing more," Britney smiled.

(End of this chapter)