Chicago 1990

As the car drove into a highway restaurant, Daniel Glass used the excuse to go to the bathroom to give Song Ya and Hayden a chance to talk alone.This is a standard white elite, with a suit and leather shoes, and his skin is a bronze color that is often tanned on the beach. He is well-proportioned, has a calm demeanor and winks. Just when he was in the car, Song Ya kept humming and perfunctory him, basically not talking.

"What are you doing?"

The two got into the compartment deck, and Hayden pointed to the bathroom and said, "Last year, SBK was acquired by EMI. Do you know the specific amount? Three hundred million dollars! This is a big man. You don't even know what a big opportunity there is. Don't play small temper!"

"FXXXYOU!" Song Ya seldom swears, but this time is really anxious. "Did you hear something outside the door last time?! Didn't you? Otherwise, you wouldn't have thought of bringing a big record company. People come to me!"

"Yeah, yes, I almost heard it outside the door."

Hayden happily admitted, "Pablo's opinion is right. We must bring in big companies to be responsible for distribution, otherwise Old Joe will mess things up. He doesn't understand the modern recording industry at all."

"I don't care if he understands or not! Wait, I think I need to make it clear to you."

Song Ya showed a serious showdown to Hayden: "You are my agent and I am your employer. You can't make your own decisions about certain things. At least you should ask for my opinion on the phone before bringing someone to me! If you brought a big record company to see me, what would he think of me? He would think that I was eating out! Is that a matter of money? It’s a matter of fate! You haven’t seen me in Old Joe’s music People from those gangs?"

Hayden was stunned for a moment, he shouldn't think about that at all, "I'm sorry, I apologize to you..."

He put his hands together, "I still underestimated the danger of Nancheng, but you have to understand, it is difficult for me to reject Mr. Glass, I have more than an artist in my hand, if I call you first and you have different opinions In the face, I can’t tell Mr. Glass..."

"Forget it."

In fact, Song Ya deliberately exaggerated the seriousness to scare him, otherwise the agent might still point out what trouble he caused in the future. "Your task now is to quickly fix the song copyright and BMI membership for me. Other... "

He saw Daniel Glass coming out of the bathroom and lowered his voice, "I'll talk about everything else later."

"What is it? Can I help?"

Daniel Glass sat down opposite Song Ya, "I came to APLUS with sincerity. Let's not talk about that album. I can sign a singer contract with you first. I will follow you for two or three years. The film is up to you. As long as you sign, we will pay you. Of course, the money is not much, about 30,000 to 40,000 dollars a year."

"Wow, this is too..." Hayden looked at Song Ya.

Song Ya gave him a sideways glance.

"Uh, this is Mr. Glass..."

"Just call me Daniel."

"Okay, Daniel, my employer doesn't want to think about any business matters now. In him..." Hayden looked at Song Ya: "Can you tell me?"

Song Ya nodded.

"Before he gets the BMI membership." Hayden explained to Song Ya again, "The copyright will be down soon, and I have already got it."

"BMI?" Daniel was a little surprised. He recruited the waiter and motioned for the two to order food first. "Their efficiency has always been the same. They walked through the process. It took about two or three months." He said to Song Ya : "You should have no resistance to joining the association by relying on the second-hand store song?"

"Probably not." Hayden replied for Song Ya, "but my employer is impatient."

"Is it impatient? Haha..."

When the two of them finished ordering, Daniel ordered a simple meal casually, took out ten dollars, and asked the waiter to change them into coins, "APLUS, you grew up in a slum, right? Can you be insensitive to 40,000 dollars for a year? ,

"I'm used to being poor, and our poor ghosts in Nancheng treat people like you..." Song Ya pointed at Daniel, "has a natural vigilance."

"I know I know."

Daniel smiled. He took the food and coins from the waiter, walked to the jukebox in the corner of the restaurant, stuffed the coins in, chose the song, and returned to his seat, "We are very precious time. So I will try to convince you as soon as possible."

'Yo!VIP!Ice ice baby……Ice ice baby……'

The jukebox is old-fashioned. The mechanical shelf picks out a vinyl record and slowly puts it away. Accompanied by the rhythmic music, a rap song rang.

"APLUS, do you know why I chose this place instead of a high-end restaurant? Because there is a record player here, Ice (vanilla ice), a white man, our signed singer. His album will not be until the end of the year. It’s on sale, but this single is already selling well and you can order it at any street shop in Chicago."

Daniel said as he ate, "Do you know what your boss did wrong with that old Joe? He put the treasure on Little Lori's useless album. I tried hard to listen to every capital, but sorry, except Your second-hand store, I didn’t do all the other twelve songs. Do you know what the agent of Little Lori is doing wrong? He ran to talk to Warner about a deal, my goodness, the star-studded Warner Records didn’t. How many resources will Lori give to the mediocre Chicago black guy..."

After Vanilla Ice's single was played, a clear chorus of girls resounded on the jukebox.

"Is this song familiar? Hold on, the Billboard single number one, the Wilson sisters and Phillips, the three white girls, are also our signed singers. Their album is coming soon and will be released in June. What have you discovered? Right? Yes, our SBK strategy has always been to go ahead with singles and release albums only after gaining momentum. This is exactly the same as your...APLUS interests. For albums, you get one percent for each album. You can get one tenth. As long as we can be responsible for the release of Lori II’s album, believe me, I will throw him into the trash can for the other twelve songs, and put all the notes on the second-hand store. Go, I like second-hand stores, I only want second-hand stores."

Song Ya listened and found that she was almost completely persuaded. Is this a hypnotic art?Is the true elite so strong?

"I can even sign a betting agreement with you."

Daniel struck while the iron was hot, "As long as you help me get on the line with Old Joe, and negotiate a cooperation, for the first one million singles, in addition to the royalties you deserve, I will give you an extra 3%..."

"According to a single at five dollars, three percent of a million copies is...150,000 dollars?" Hayden calculated the numbers mentally, and couldn't help swallowing.

"Yes, and if the sales do not reach 1 million in the future, I will still give you 150,000. You don't have to pay anything, just help me to negotiate the business!" Daniel took out the checkbook and filled in 10,000 dollars The number of, pushed to Song Ya's eyes, "This is my personal introduction fee for you. You only need you to help me arrange a meeting with Old Joe. The ten thousand dollars are yours."

Song Yazang's fingers under the desktop moved uncontrollably.

"I have no way to direct those BMI people to do things, but I can help you recognize your own advantages, and even help you recognize the way the Amerika society operates. In fact, you only need to rely on yourself to force the BMI people. Help people speed up the progress and fix the membership."

Daniel's words became the last straw to crush the camel.

Five minutes later, Song Ya took Daniel's brick and dialed Goldman's phone, "Hey, Chuck, do you have time? Come and do me a favor... Yes, now... The address is... Don't worry. The reward will not be less for you."