Chicago 1990

"APLUS, what made you decide to invest in a big ship? Cameron was directing this project in 1996 and it was not well received, was it?"

"Because he's James Cameron."

"Haha! But he told the media, never communicated with you Titanic."

"Uh ......."

Soon Sonja appeared on David Letterman's talk show and grinned at his little ambush, "I trust him, he's one of the world's greatest film directors," he said. I also love the Titanic legend, I read about it in the library a long time ago, and watched some of the earlier movies and documentaries, and when I learned that Cameron had made a one-by-one replica of the big ship, I felt my blood boiling all over my body. ...... Then I heard that the big ship is now short of money, and the project may be interrupted, and my mind was... Immediately a voice said, "All right then! I have the money, and you must finish it!"

"Did you know at the time that this was actually a love story?"

"I don't know."

They both laughed together, "I saw a short dailies before I pitched it." Sonja replied, "The kind with the walk-throughs, it was rough, but I decided to pitch it anyway."

"Thank you for helping Cameron with such a great masterpiece."

David Letterman didn't dig any deeper and got back to the point, "And thank you for giving me my first show since your comeback."

They laughed again.

"So, your seven-minute Can't Hold Us radio version is the first single from the new album?"

"I haven't made a final decision yet, and am currently leaning toward compressing it down to its normal length of four minutes, and I'm still taking my pick."

"Did you give us a live performance today?" David Letterman asked.

The audience cheered and applauded.

"No, sorry, no ......" Sonia spreads her hands and apologizes to the camera and audience with a grin, "You know, David, I was in a coma for five months and recovery is going to be a long process. Although I lost my crutches shortly after, my doctor still doesn't recommend strenuous exercises like dancing."

"No need to dance, everyone is looking forward to hearing you Live, right? You haven't sung on the show in a long time."

David Letterman gestured to take the microphone off the table and hand it over.

"Still sorry, David, I'm a perfectionist."

"That's too bad."

"Yeah ......."

"Let's talk about something else, you got accepted to the University of Chicago Law School, right?"

"Yes, school starts in the spring at the end of this month."

"Whoa ......"

As the two men chatted like old friends who hadn't seen each other in years, David Letterman didn't touch on any sensitive topics, and the show naturally fell a bit flat and uninteresting, ending with him expressing his concern for his health.

'APLUS made an appearance on David Letterman's talk show last night, his first TV interview since he was shot. ......'

APLUS has lost weight and is no longer as energetic as he was back then. When he smiles, one can easily detect a vague sadness in his facial expressions, he walks slowly and behaves in a reserved manner, as if he is no longer comfortable in the spotlight. Indeed, he's been away from the camera for a long time.

'APLUS announced plans for a new album and a worldwide tour in the second half of the year, but also claimed to be attending the University of Chicago, which seems to be a bit of a contradiction between these events. His new spokesman said that everything depends on APLUS' recovery, that APLUS believes in science, and that his doctors, not himself or his business partners, have the final say.

The next day, in an expensive checkered suit, bowler hat, and fancy pocket scarf pinned to his chest, the bragging daddy told the driver to turn off the radio, take a deep breath, and push the door shut.

"Do we really have to pay that much for a stake in this place? It's ten million dollars."

His friend, Big Fat Producer Dave Hall advised, "You can actually wait, there aren't many potential buyers for the shares APLUS has."

"Russell Simmons and his crew are on the prowl, Dave, and I have my own enemies and my own war in New York."

Papa Blow looked up at the headquarters building of the Inner City Broadcasting Corporation with great ambition, "APLUS says first come, first served, and I can't risk it without working with them."

After the death of the 2PAC, Derry and Snoop Dogg, two wimps who might have attracted a lot of attention if they had stayed on the West Coast and started an internecine feud, rebelled against Sugnacht and ran away, causing the East Coast gangster rap scene to lose face and fall apart.

APLUS was shot and unconscious, and no one in the Midwest was qualified to fill his shoes. His buddy Biggie was shot and killed, but his new album and Bad Boy Records, which was released in Biggie's honor, sold well and Jazzy, NAS and others were able to withstand the pressure.

And after the turmoil, the eyes of the entire gangsta rap scene are focused on the East Coast, which is both good and bad, as Def Jam billionaire Russell Simmons has joined forces with old underling LL Cool J and LL Cool J's best friend, the real gangster Irv Gotti, to form a new rivalry, and is currently trying to bring together new and old artists such as B-God, Wu-Tang Clan, and others.

Papa Blow has decided to move up the ladder and must have new media power at a higher level to maintain his hard-earned status as the King of New York Rap.

"Let's go up." He lifted his chin to his own white lawyer and accountant in the back of the car and strode firmly into the building.

He had come to the inner-city radio station to record his show many times, and knew it well, but had never walked into the other side's big conference room.

"Hey, bragging daddy, Dave."

Inner City Chairman Pierre Sutton, who hadn't thought much of himself in his early years, was all smiles, "After today, you'll be our first major individual shareholder, ready?"

"What about APLUS?"

He put aside his plucky demeanor and shook hands with an inner-city crowd of self-important, but pleasant-looking, New York media types, but not with APLUS himself.

"He's preparing the documents with his lawyer, so please have a seat.

Pierre Sutton ushered the group to their seats.

"All right. Then try this, it's good Cuban stuff." Papa Blow told the boys to get out their cigar boxes and share the cigarettes.

After about ten minutes of waiting, the sound of a woman coughing could be heard, and a beautiful elite white woman stood in the doorway refusing to come in, fanning her hand in front of her nose to express her displeasure with the people in the room who were gulping down the smoke.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Flock."

Pierre Sutton put out his cigar, "You don't have to be introduced, you know everyone."

Poppa Blow remembered this woman as the wife of the governor of Illinois? The lawyer, who was also APLUS, had to put out his cigar as well and got up to shake hands, "Mrs. Flock, Yo, APLUS."

Sonia smiled and followed Alicia, clinking fists and exchanging pleasantries with each other.

"All sit down."

Sonja walked toward the seat Pierre had reserved for himself across from the bragging daddy and others, and stumbled when he accidentally got mixed up with the leg of the stool.

"Be careful." Alicia held his elbow.

"Sorry, the body's not fully recovered yet."

Sonja smiled hehehe and helped her pull out the chair before sitting down himself.

Ah, the billionaire of Illinois, even the governor's wife was willing to act so close to him, so it turned out that there was still a big difference between himself and him ......

Seeing this, the bragging daddy secretly thought to himself that he must keep building up his strength and keep catching up.

"So let's get started, uh ......"

Alicia tucked her hair behind her ear in a good mood and took the document out of her briefcase, "APLUS transfers 15.6 percent of Inner City Broadcasting Corporation to Mr. Shaughnessy personally for 10 million dollars, and Mr. Shaughnessy also receives two seats on the board of directors formerly owned by APLUS... ...others were bought back by Inner City Broadcasting, and APLUS's Littman Media received a portion of Inner City Broadcasting's ownership of XXL Magazine."

The three-way deal is not complicated, and after completion, Sonja's personal stake will be reduced to a full ten percent, but he will still retain some influence over the shareholding, i.e., two seats on the board, and Sloan's goal of increasing Littman Media's influence on XXL magazine will have been achieved.

This is a very good price, and it means that after a few years in the inner city, he definitely lost a lot of money from an investment standpoint. But there's no way around it. These guys got Clear Media's investment and joined the other side's advertising alliance, which seems to have increased their income, but they continue to play the political commission game.

I've fought and tried to change things, but I haven't been able to have any fundamental impact on them, and I'm still a bubble of filth.

Just leave some influence, and don't spend energy to play with them in the future.

"No problem."

The professional on this side of Papa Blow's nodded after checking the contract.

"Then sign it." All preliminary communication has been completed, Song Ya immediately put pen to sign.

The bragging father's side was much more serious, with the nib hanging over the document for a while before he began to sign.

"You all get out." Pierre Sutton waited for the deal to be completed and dismissed the irrelevant people, "Papa Blow, according to our previous agreement, from today you are to use your influence in Harlem to help us hold on to the lease of the Apollo Theater at the New York City Council ......"

"No problem." Papa Blow nodded, "I know what this theater means to us African American musicians."

"That's good." With everything that was going on, Pierre Sutton could only trust Papa Blow.

The Manhattan Gang cared about nothing more than those few things, and Sonja listened in silence as Pierre and the new shareholders explained all the things that had bothered them in the past.

"APLUS, come to my bad boy record tonight? Have a celebration party." Papa Blow stared at the lawyer as he collected the contract and asked.

"No, I'm in a hurry."

"Hey, don't be a party pooper."

"Something's really come up." Sonia got up and went out with Alicia.

"Where are you going?"

"A place that means a lot to me." Sonia turned back to the conference room and winked at the people in the room.

It did mean something, and Old Mike quickly drove him and Alicia to their destination.

"Aren't you getting out of the car?"

Alicia noticed something different about him.

"Hmm."

He agreed, but remained in the car, looking up at the black building in front of him for a long time, something that seemed so long ago that when he first entered the building, he had no idea that the struggle would become so intense.

In his mind he even recalled the day he was shot, the falling snowflakes, the music of the apocalypse in his ears, the sound of Marvota's sirens, the sound of horses' hooves, the sound of gunfire ......

And the face of Trevor, the thug who was at the front of the line and still hasn't been caught.

When he revisited the site of the shooting, he didn't feel much emotion inside, but here, in front of the headquarters building of Sony Columbia Records, he began to feel a lot of emotion.

He thought of Walt, who had picked him up, and his ex-wife Mariah Carey, as well as David Cole and Roberto Clavell, and of the restaurant where he had eaten with the four of them after the recording, and of what had happened afterwards. ......

And, of course, Motulla.

"APLUS?" urged Alicia as she stepped one foot out of the car door and turned back.

"Coming."

It's all in the past, and it's not really necessary to come here, but a truly strong mind should have nowhere else to go, and it's the same here, Sonja took a deep breath and pushed open the car door.

The people who came in and out of the building were mostly insiders, and some of them recognized him quickly and knew more or less about his struggle with Mathura and Mathura's suicide by taking sleeping pills on the inauguration day of the Chancellor.

Sonia didn't meet anyone's eyes and followed Alicia up the stairs.

"Mr. APLUS, Mr. President is waiting for you in his office."

Rick Rubin's secretary greeted at the door.

"Good."

Sonia shook hands with the other party and walked into the lobby, there was no change from before, but not necessarily after this year, also one of the big six PolyGram behind the capital just rumored to have the willingness to resell, currently the other five have ideas, Sony Columbia Records as the current industry number one, naturally has the advantageous position to buy.

With a firm step, he was led into the elevator.

The two middle-aged white executives were already in the car, and Sonia gave them a polite nod of the head.

The other party's mood was equally surprised at first, but soon showed a hint of resentment, and their facial muscles shook in unison, then silently averted their heads to hide it.

Sonia had a faint impression that these two guys used to be 'people from Mathura'.

He didn't say anything. These people hated him, but they were no longer a threat to him.

He looked at the poster of Celine Dion's big ship theme song in the car, with the Titanic fire, it's all over the streets and video stores now.

'Ding. '

The elevator reached a floor, two people went out, and more people came in. The staff holding the documents were just chatting away, and when they saw themselves, they immediately shut up and silently came in to stand still, and there was always silence in the car.

"The sedan was always silent.

When they reached the top floor, the people were already empty, and the secretary continued to lead the way.

"What?" Sonia used to walk towards Motullah's former president's office, but saw the secretary going in another direction.

"Not here, the president's office is in a different place."

"Oh."

Sonia looked deeply at the closed door, the nameplate on the doorway was gone, and it also seemed that it had not been opened for a long time.

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