Chicago 1990

The address of the recording studio is selected, everything should be on the right track. With the help of Song Asheng, Song Ya registered an A+ copyright and asset management company, and injected the second-hand store and the copyright and subsequent royalties to De Klerk. With this company, with these two excellent assets and some synthetic sound invention copyrights, it can easily borrow money from the bank to prevent the capital chain from breaking.

Song Ya personally injects another 500,000 dollars into the new company, and then the initial investment of A+ Audio and A+ Records will be borrowed from this new company, not a subsidiary, but as two independent companies, if they are played off in the future So Song Ya can get out as long as he chooses to go bankrupt.

A+ Audio loaned one hundred thousand. In addition to Dile’s salary and equipment, he also had to pay for a Silicon Valley audio player his consulting fees for coming to Chicago every weekend to make extra money, and the employment fees for recruiting musicians to participate in synthetic sound production.In addition, the company had to spend real money to buy Song Ya's synthetic sound invention. Although it was left-handed and right-handed, it was necessary to clear the accounts.

A+ Records loaned 200,000 yuan to pay for 401A’s rent and studio decoration and equipment costs, as well as the production of the new single I Feel It Coming, which includes the compensation of Dile and Al, and of course, Song Ya’s Signed singers cannot be paid less.

One hundred and fifty thousand is handed over to stock brokers to purchase a portfolio of investment portfolios, including a series of hardware manufacturers such as IBM, Wang An Computer, Texas Instruments, NSC, Intel, Cisco, Compaq, etc. As for software... Now the market is chaotic and many companies Turning up and down, Song Ya really didn't dare to get involved.

With 50,000 left, he voted for Leonardo DiCaprio (later called Xiao Lizi, too many words) for two low-cost movies next year.

Currently, none of the three companies have independent financial and legal personnel, and Song Yaquan provided Song Asheng and Goodman.

Although the sparrow is small and well-equipped, the Chinese decoration team that Song Asheng found worked fast. When Dile arrived in Chicago, the work was just completed. Although some of the paint was still dry, there was no saying that inhaling harmful substances would affect health. He and Al officially started construction. , The moving company pulled the old Qiao music equipment from the warehouse, and the two began to direct the workers to build the recording studio.

Once the company started, it started to burn money every second. In addition to going to school and practicing singing, Song Ya spent a lot of time signing various expenses every day.

"A piece of sound-absorbing material on the wall has fallen off. You ask them to rework quickly."

"What microphone stand costs 300 dollars?"

"Hire five professional cellists for a sound effect? ​​It's too expensive. Just hire amateurs for sampling."

"We won't pay the hotel massage bill for the old Silicon Valley guy!"

"Can't Old Joe's old turntable be used? The new model has many functions but... Forget it, I won't save the money."

"Order another Yamaha synthesizer? You pick the one with the lowest price."

Song Ya was holding the phone while spitting and signing, there was a knock on the door, and Al let Hayden in.

"Wow, a nice place."

Hayden flattered as soon as he came in, "The two brands of A+ Audio and A+ Record at the door are also very well designed."

Song Ya looked up and looked around the office with hangers except cheap desks and chairs.

"Hahaha, it's a bit simple now, it will be better in the future."

Hayden did it himself, moved a folding chair and sat across from Song Ya, "How is the single production?" he said.

"It's still in the early stages, what about your side? What are the conditions of each New York?" Song Ya asked.

Hayden took out his notebook from his bag and opened it. "SBK, Daniel's attitude is very clear. You can change your vocals. You can't be so MJ. You can't let outsiders think that SBK has a singer who learns MJ. He can't stand where MJ is. The cynicism of Sony Columbia’s media machine being activated. As long as you are willing to change your tune, he promises to talk about other conditions. Of course,

"Then there is nothing to talk about?"

Song Ya is still unwilling to change the apocalypse song, if there are more apocalypses in the future, I will talk about it later, and... "Do you know about Robert?" he asked Hayden.

"What's the matter?" Hayden asked back.

"Dilai told me that Robert was not sent to Manila at all. After Daniel sent me back to Chicago, Robert returned to SBK as if nothing had happened. Everyone there knew, but I was kept in the dark." Pointing to Hayden, "You better really don't know."

"I really don't know." Hayden shrugged. "This Dilai will inform the SBK as soon as he leaves SBK..."

He saw Song Ya glared, "Although I don't know, but I can guess it, after Daniel became the general manager of SBK, he wanted to integrate EMI's resources in North America, and he turned his attention to EMI North America. As the president, Robert... has a very good relationship with EMI UK headquarters."

"What do other companies say?" Since Song Ya didn't plan to cooperate with SBK, Song Ya was too lazy to struggle.

"Atlantic Records doesn't have much opinion on singing, but President Doug still insisted on the conditions for publishing the special in the previous year, and downgraded the follow-up promotional resources."

"As for Sony Columbia, Motura didn't even give me a chance to talk about it. It's the same sentence before. If your finished or semi-finished product can satisfy him, he will help release it, a second-line singer resource."

"The conditions of other large companies are not as good as these three, and some small and medium companies have come to me one after another, but..." Hayden pointed to Song Ya's desk, "You are all on your own, so why use them?"

Hayden’s words make sense. Song Ya thought about it calmly. If he could see Cooper last time, he would really ask Cooper for advice. Use all-meter black DJs to make the list, and then rely on the bulletin board to promote the goods. The routine.But Cooper ran away, and he is now in the group. The movie "Street Boys" he participated in is scheduled for next July, and Mira’s return to the Blue Coral Reef in August, both by Columbia Pictures issued.

"We can only record the semi-finished products first. When the electronic accompaniment part of this song has a prototype, I think the big record companies will change this."

Unexpectedly, the third song of the apocalypse was so languished in this era, and now he can only pin his hopes on technological innovation.

Send Hayden away and continue his busy work, "YO!" I don't know how long it took, Al came in, "Let's go home." He said.

Song Ya looked at the time, it was already 11:30 in the evening.

"Okay." He and Al walked out of the office and saw that the lights in the studio were still on. Dile was very motivated, sorting out the samples during the day.

"You go, I'll finish it in a while."

Dile rented a house nearby and moved in with his girlfriend. He is rooted in Chicago.

At the door, Song Ya picked up several resumes of men and women who wanted to be singers stuffed in from the crack of the door, and flipped through them casually. One of the black girls’ resumes also had a photo.

"WTF!"

When the photo turned to the last page, the two saw something with spicy eyes, and Al yelled.

Song Ya rolled his eyes and threw his resume into the shredder.

Al drove, and the two of them dragged their tired bodies back home...

"Surprise?!"

As soon as the door was opened, the dark room suddenly became bright, and Aunt Susie was holding little Freddy, Tony and the "silencer", Connie and Tyron, and Emily, the family pulled the spray color bars in their hands , The color bars are flying in the room, and there is a big cake on the table.

The clock on the wall is exactly twelve o'clock.

He looked at Al behind him. Al looked silly with a tricky face and patted him on the shoulder, "Happy birthday, APLUS."

"Oh yes, after twelve o'clock is the birthday of the original owner of my body..."