Chicago 1990

Chapter 1049

Estefan's face was very'good-looking' now, red and white, Song Ya picked up the phone on the table while admiring it.

'Howard Stringer appointed Rick Rubin as the new president, but Motura did not appear.'

The text message on my side is also one line, from Newman.

As the founder of Def Jam and Def American Records, Rick Rubin will certainly have enough status as the president of Sony Columbia Records. Compared to when Motura was selected by Sony, his position in the industry is even higher. After all, he is a real self-made business. The owner of the record company, and Motura’s career as a manager was largely supported by his father-in-law who was the president of ABC Records.

After twelve years in the industry, the qualifications are not bad, as far as his age is flawed, he is only in his thirties.

There are many stories about Rikrubin and himself from getting acquainted, business cooperation, friendship, and turning over. Fortunately, the grievances between him and his ex-wife are in the ninety-ones of the Grammys and Rikrubin’s withdrawal from the American Music Magazine shares. After the two have been cleared, the contradiction is far less deep than that of himself and Motula.

In any case, Howard Stringer has made a choice. He did not continue to support Motula, but he chose a manager who seemed to never have a benign interaction with him in the future.

But... really not?

Song Ya still knows Rikrubin's character better, and smiles slightly. He doesn't know what psychology Howard Stringer is out of, but this personal choice is indeed very clever and worthy of fun.

"Really...it's unbelievable. Rick Rubin is a layman in the recording industry. He doesn't understand music."

Estefan looked at the gambling agreement that had just been signed on the table. He was in a bad mood. He took the phone back into his pocket, touched the armrest of the sofa and got up with difficulty, intending to go back to his room slowly and digest the news first.

Riclubin was out of tune when he proposed to his ex-wife by helping to sing. It’s not wrong to say that he doesn’t understand music. Many artists in the industry have scolded him for similar words, “leading the rise of hip-hop music on the East Coast in the 1980s, and going to the West Coast again Help the Red Hot Chili Peppers to turn over smoothly, is this still not knowing music?" But Song Ya would not say this to Estefan, and now he is more willing to give the other party some verbal stimulation.

"At best, I can figure out the record market and the public's preferences." Estefan was still stiff.

"Isn't this the most important skill for a professional manager? Sony Columbia Records doesn't expect him to perform in person."

Song Ya continued to laugh: "Oh, yes, playing hip-hop, rock and roll... Riklubin seems to have nothing to do with your Latin gang?"

"Enough is enough, I am willing to bet and lose, you will get the best Spanish World Cup theme song, OK?"

Estefan was frustrated when he was poked in the pain. "You already knew that Sony Columbia Records would not appoint Motura, right?"

"Seventy percent sure."

Song Ya returned the other party's previous words as they were. In fact, he only got some new news from Sloane that Underwood promised to continue to put pressure on Howard Stringer. The result was unpredictable, and his heart was hanging just now.

Estefan ran away convincingly, and he didn't bother to get the gambling agreement just signed.

"Will John Carley be the same temporary candidate as last time?"

Taraji asked, who had witnessed this scene completely.

"Impossible. Def American Records, which was established after Rick Rubin was kicked out of Def Jam Records, is under Warner's banner. It is currently operating well. Sony Columbia Records wants to dig him over and take the helm at a high price. This is not playing a family. "

Song Ya shook his head. After Sony bought the original Columbia Records from CBS Broadcasting Corporation in 1988, the president changed from Motura to Daniel, and then temporarily put John Carley in charge. In less than ten years, Klubin was already It's the fourth term, and no brainy employers will toss anymore.This is not a change of prime minister. From the Heisei era that began in 1987, it seems that it has been changed to the eighth place.

All in all, Riclubin is good. This candidate can accept it. Anyway, I don't want to have any dealings with Sony Columbia Records in the future. I just don't want to continue to be enemies, and the ex-wife who stays there doesn't need to be afraid.

In a good mood, Song Ya tried to retrieve Riklubin’s previous number and dialed, the line was transferred to the answering machine, "Hey, Rick, congratulations, you kept everyone from you. This is big news. Uh... anyway, congratulations. Call me back."

A+ Records also needs Sony Columbia Records to settle the record and song copyright income on a regular basis. Song Ya doesn't mind saying something nice to Riclubin.

"Mimi, have you heard the news?" He called his ex-wife again.

"Of course, Newman has just finished the meeting and is on his way to me." Mariah Carey replied.

"What do you think?" Song Ya asked.

"It's better than Motula, but Riclubin also caused me to score zero in six Grammys." Mariah Carey was still brooding about it.

"It's okay. He came mainly at me that time because he had opinions on me in other businesses. The Grammy incident... In fact, he feels guilty towards you. How can I make good use of this without me teaching?" Song Ya has an idea.

"Ha! What I said! You used to stubbornly shirk responsibility with me, and I said it was all to you at that time! You even quarreled with me if you didn't admit it!"

"Blame me to me, not to blame me all, the success of sniping us is not the credit of Riklubin alone, he didn't have that much energy at the time."

"So this is the reason to hide it from me? I just remember to tell the truth now!"

"How can I hide..."

"You're not called to cover up!?"

"I... forget it, blame me? When Newman arrives at your place, let him spare time to call me."

No, no, no brainwaves with his ex-wife, Song Ya gave up resistance.

Humph!Amy and Shakira are still waiting for me, Song Ya threw the phone to Taraji and chose to go out and embrace the forest.

But five minutes later, he furiously grabbed a note and slammed the door and left Shakira's room, "Where is the little plum!? The hotel?"

Amy is a kind of good old person, willing to help Xiao Li conceal something. The Latin girl has a much more aggressive personality, so he quickly saw that Xiao Li's signature with the hotel room number written on it.

"It seems that they went to the bar with Mira." Taraji replied.

Want to green me!?So courageous!

"Mike! Mike!"

Song Yaqi didn't make a fight, urging Old Mike to carry himself to the bar.

'Roar!Roar!Roar!'

The little plum in the bar had already put together a drink with Mira, and the people on the three and three floors around the table all cheered the two of them loudly.

Mila first knocked down the table with the bottom of the wine glass, then drank it with her head up, and then raised the cup with the mouth down and high above her head.

The crowd cheered.

Xiao Lizi looked at Mao Niu, who was still looking as usual, with a pale face. He barely managed to hold the table with his hands before slipping off. The onlookers who were desperately instigated on his back kept stabbing. Out of male self-esteem, it is impossible to admit defeat. He picked up the wine glass...

"You kid, come over to me!"

Before the wine entered the throat, the collar was suddenly grabbed, and an angry old black face appeared in front of the dimly drunk eyes, "Oh." He burped.

Amidst the strange screams of the crowd, Song Ya slipped him into the men’s bathroom, closed the door with his feet, and then pressed it against the wall vigorously, "Stay away from my woman in the future! You hear me!" 'S stared at each other's eyes threateningly.

"what?"

Little Lizi recognized that it was APLUS in front of him. Hey, I still can't hide it after all. I thought...

He gritted his teeth and turned his head without looking at the other party or saying a word, protesting silently.

Why... Why are you crying?

Song Ya saw a tear coming from the corner of the other's eyes, and instantly felt boring. What's the use of looking good?Mother cannon, "Do you remember what I said just now!?"

"Yeah." Xiao Lizi replied weakly.

Counting that this kid is acquainted, "huh!" Song Ya let go of his hand, and Xiao Li slid directly against the wall.

What an embroidered pillow.

It's boring, it's boring, making myself like a bully, "Don't let me catch it again!" Song Ya left the sentence and didn't bother to worry about him anymore, opened the door and strode out of the bathroom.

I was too lazy to pay attention to the reactions of other people in the bar, "APLUS! Let's drink!" In the past, he broke the hand of Mila who was still holding the cup, took his arm out of the bar, and walked away.

(End of this chapter)