Chicago 1990

The headlines are definitely gone. The big commander lace, the big ship, the Grammy grabbing the microphone incident, appearing on the highest political occasions in Silla, and even the red-hot young plum has made a new girlfriend, all of which are more popular than his own re-launch.

"It's a stale taste." New assistant Melissa smiled.

Song Ya glanced at her, how could she like to spit out, a bit of Taraji's shadow, "I just left for too long."

"These hot spots have nothing to do with the recording industry. The boss's first single sold very well, and all the radio stations and music media are working hard to help."

Depending on the path, Linda, the president, is still playing the old way. With the help of Doomsday public relations radio, traditional media, and the first music community Amerika Music website, the global side will get more "upper" music reviews, Rolling Stone and other magazine resources.

What are these for?In fact, it was the set that Song Ya learned from the theory of bringing goods with Motura and Es Cube before, and it made the list.

"But now the list is no longer good." Song Ya said.

But the charts are different from the original ones. The singles charts that use the weighting algorithm can no longer fully capture and represent the trend. At present, the popular songs on the streets are my heart eternal, hot girls and backstreet boys’ teenage pop songs, Marilyn Mann Mori's rock and so on, none of these are reflected on the singles chart.

The bulletin board magazine itself also has continuous complaints and internal problems. It also likes to talk about political correctness and suppress singers who are not liked by mainstream public opinion such as Marilyn Manson and gangster rap, which further dampens its credibility.

Valentine's Day Weekly Crown is a slow rhythm and blues love song by Arthur, 100% label owner style.Behind is also mostly Janet Jackson, familiar faces, still a lot of rhythm and blues, adult lyric songs.

"But our only catcher is the list. It's best to get an empty crown to push Arthur down. He and the rookie are your homogenous competitors. Arthur is partial to rhythm and blues. some."

People from Universal reminded "The popularity of the past few days is definitely not as expected. We won the empty championship on the 21st, and then we will use this to do further publicity."

"Is it a bit like I'm suppressing younger generations? It's not necessarily good to fight with young second-tier singers because of a downgrading style, and I won't miss the charts long ago.

Billionaires have their own reservations.

"Boy Arthur is actually only four years younger than you." A person from Universal said, "Debut only four years later than you."

"Dance better than you." Melissa interjected.

"..."

Song Ya was a little speechless and looked at Linda.

"The list is even worse if you lose, and you will give the outside world a reason to talk about it, can you imagine it? He's lost to Arthur, his time is over... something like that.

Linda also persuaded "and didn't actively support us in your shooting."

"Fine."

Song Ya was persuaded by her last sentence, "Then what should we do?"

"Continue to rush the list. This is the old way, but our advantage is only this." A person from Universal said, "Your current status is no longer suitable for making big news. That kind of news is generally negative."

"Ok."

A director of a listed company, a major shareholder of a company that is about to go public, the methods used in the debut will outweigh the gains.

"Our record is very powerful and can't make it to the top of the charts. If we brag that Dad is willing to help get the Greater New York area, we should have no problem with the empty crown." Linda said, "I'm sure."

"Wow, he must help the Greater New York area now?" Song Ya asked.

"The King of New York is not self-proclaimed."

Linda replied, "You also transferred shares of the Inner City Broadcasting Company to him, he is stronger."

"It seems that I have been away for too long."

Okay, Song Ya doesn't care too much, "Bag father has just been robbed of the microphone, he should also need my support now."

Both sides have a war to fight, and there is no conflict of interest. There is no basis for cooperation. It is not a big problem to help each other a little.

Song Ya made a phone call, and originally pointed to simply letting the bragging father help or trading. He didn't expect the bragging father to remember the Chicago meeting that had been closed. He suggested that it be reopened.

"I need your support from now on, and the West Coast."

Bragging father seems to concentrate on dealing with his enemies in New York, "Wudang Gang, Gaodi,..." It is estimated that he also has a small book with "Also-, you will not like the legend of the newcomer...It is Motu He built him back then." He also took the opportunity to get eye drops.

"It's normal for record companies to pack singers. I don't know the same as juniors."

Song Ya narrowed his eyes.

"Only these two days? I flew straight from Los Angeles to Snoop Dogg." The bragging father was very anxious. After being robbed of the microphone, public opinion did not sympathize with him. Instead, he began to laugh at him for being a gang rap New York... not on the East Coast. Wang, of course it's not possible to deal with your own site.

"It's not the kind of killing and killing, right?" Song Ya didn't want to mix up violence.

"rest assured."

"Then you come."

In the suburbs of Chicago, the necessary auxiliary facilities and the basic interior and exterior decoration of the Xinhe Records headquarters have been completed. Linda and others will move in on a large scale next month. Some high-level executives are already designing their own office decorations.

However, due to the drastic adjustments made by Litman Media after its listing in April, the progress of this building was much slower than that of the next-door record. Song Ya stood in the empty top floor lobby, observing the workers downstairs through the glass and marking the temporary parking spaces.

"..."

The bragging father came first, "Wow,..." He shook his head and said with emotion, "This is really praising, your kingdom?, I like this place..."

"Thank you, it's a bit remote." Song Ya fisted him.

"You can see the tall antennas here from far away." Snoop Dogg went back to his former cowardly follower, but this time following a strange black man.

The former death row record was in chaos, Sugnett went to jail, the traitor Derry’s own label was in a terrible situation, and Snoop Dogg didn’t follow it. Instead, he signed to a former black basketball player and rapper. Boss Miller’s label is owned by EMI.

Boss Miller's stage name is very powerful on the streets of New Orleans in the south. He is a real bandit and can provide umbrellas for dogs in the local area.

So it was tantamount to swaying the old brother with a fake action again after urging Derry to turn back on himself but backing down. Now the relationship with Derry is also dead.

Uh, it's not necessarily finished. Business is business, and it may be compounded in the future.

Song Ya raised his eyebrows, and found that he was a little bragging daddy. This guy held Drey and the Snoop Dogg, which is equivalent to faintly on the west coast and also has a lot of influence, plus he fell out with lover Will Smith. After Quincy Jones’s face, the two sides got closer and closer, not limited to the East Coast, he has become very well established in the entire black music community.

"TV station."

He fisted and hugged the dog, and then pointed to the headquarters building of the opposite record, "The party is ready over there. Let's talk about things here."

"Who else is here?" asked the first time attending the Chicago meeting.

"Meeting."

Song Ya replied, "They are all old people from the past, Derry, Escobe, my friend Huang Yuan from Miami, and New York..."

The dog shrank when hearing Derry's name.

"Aren't you coming?" the bragging father asked.

"This time I just want to squeeze the champion of Arthur Boy's weekly list." Song Ya didn't hide his main purpose.

"To understanding."

For the time being, there were only these three people. The bodyguards and classmates stayed outside, and Song Ya chatted with them casually.

"You were shot here last year?"

"Yes, I didn't see the billboard below. It was a mound at the time."

"I heard the gunman used it."

"Yes, but it got stuck without firing two shots, haha, do you believe it stuck?"

"Wow... you are really dead."

Bragging daddy and sighing again and again, with infinite admiration, no matter how the bandit is, the black people on the road in the United States have not dissatisfied with themselves in this matter, and they have to go to Chicago.

"Ours may be able to hit."

The topic turned to someone who hadn't dealt with before, bragging and joking.

"Are you still playing?" Song Ya was in awe. This guy is more than 30 years old and he used to play in the lower leagues.

"Don't listen to him, I participated in the Charlotte Hornets preseason game last year, but... the result was not very good. I plan to try again this year. For the last time, playing in the main game is my dream." laughed.

Being able to be considered in his thirties is already great. Song Ya punched him again, "Would you like me to say hello to my brother Jordan and let the Chicago Bulls try you next season?"

"really?"

Unexpectedly, he took the blowing seriously, and his eyes brightened.

"No problem, wait for my message."

Song Ya regretted it a bit, but fortunately Dre and Escobe came here at this time.

The scene was a bit embarrassing for a while, "Brother Derry." Snoop Dogg hurriedly stepped forward and hugged guiltily. The two seemed to have not seen each other for a while.

Derry obviously remembered his grudge and accepted the hug, but he didn't pat the opponent's back while standing.

The bragging old man glanced at each other, bowed his head tacitly and smiled.

Today Derui is a bad luck. The ambitious new label ran away and his savings were spent. The status of the arena was exhausted. He was chased and scolded by the gang rap rookie on the west coast until only one was left. Follower, still white.

"Brother Cooper."

As the host, Song Ya naturally wanted to give the guests face, "It's been a long time, Derry."

"Thank you for still inviting me."

Derry hugged him sincerely, more enthusiastic than dogs, and even choked up a bit, "It's not the right time for you to be shot, really."

"Haha."

Song Yale is now. Maybe he will help him if he doesn't get shot, but that's his bad luck.

"Do you remember me a big star?" His white attendant suddenly spoke.

"you are?"

Of course Song Ya didn't remember, there was no rule, and he stretched out his hand at random and touched the opponent lightly.

"Eminem, the stage name when we met was the Dow Factory in Detroit? Do you remember it?"

This kid is impolite, dragging, and a face of undaunted scorn, a bit of the smell of his first debut, "Eminem will post a new album soon." Drey hugged him and explained, "I belong to it. Yes, we stay in Detroit most of the time now."

Song Ya still didn’t think about it. He was always a rookie singer. That’s right. It seemed that Derry liked him very much. He chose to hold a male white rapper when he was excluded from the circle. The pressure would only be greater. Of course, from another The angle also shows that no black singer with a little way and ability will mix with his ass anymore.

Bragging about the old man and continuing to smirk, Eminem raised his chin to the two bosses unhappy.

The bragging father snorted lightly and chose not to be familiar with the little people.

"Boss, they are ready to party."

Linda came over to report.

"Let's go over."

The party was held in the record headquarters building with relatively complete equipment. As his own younger brother, he did not let him come in advance to take charge of preparations.

"Okay, let me introduce you to everyone."

The local gangster Song Ya read the incision for the fifth time, "Welcome to the bragging daddy from New York, ..., Escobe from Los Angeles, Huang Yuan from Miami, New Orleans and the dog, Dre and Amy from Detroit. Nam...".