Chicago 1990

"Daniel, how are you thinking about it? Is the current world situation not obvious enough? It's almost over! You know, my father is a big man in the Ermao army. Although he was defeated later, he still has many students who have occupied high positions. Go back to Kiev..."

When Mr. Jovovich opened his mouth, he was the world situation, and even the bluffing master Daniel couldn't stand it. "I don't know much about world politics. Let's talk more with APLUS." Daniel pointed at Song Ya, causing trouble. .

"You are APLUS?"

Mr. Jovovich turned his head and looked at Song Ya up and down, looking bad.

"Hello, Yue...er, Mr. Jovovich, we talked on the phone." Song Ya had to stretch out his hand.

"Humph."

Mr. Jovovich grabbed his hand and worked hard secretly, "You, Hayden, and the agent, stay away from my daughter, you black grandiose."

"Gran...what?"

Song Ya did not understand this literal metaphor for a while. He had clearly rejected his investment request on the phone before and asked Hayden and Mira’s agent to prevent the parents from tampering with Mira’s income. Hate it.

"Yigangnon is a miser, boss." Song Asheng explained in Chinese.

"I'm good for Mila." Song Ya scorned his lips, took out his hand, and saw that the place pinched by the opponent turned white.

"The best thing in the world for her is her parents!"

Mr. Jovovich waved his hand straight, Song Ya's hand strength was not weak.

Too lazy to talk nonsense with this guy, after clearing the income, Song Ya left and left Song Asheng to deal with the follow-up matters at SBK. He found Hayden and Al outside and went directly to visit the next cooperation target, Atlantic Records.

Similar to SBK's position in EMI North America, Atlantic Records is also a leader among Warner Records labels. President Doug Morris is a kind-faced fifty-year-old white man.

He treated Song Ya more cautiously than Daniel. First, he listened to I feel it coming with a few executives in a small theater, and after a brief discussion, he invited Song Ya and Hayden in.

Several executives are white and black. As the rumors say, Atlantic Records is very tolerant of the black community.

But this is not necessarily a good thing, "Look, I guessed it right? It really is a white sparkling guy." An old black man in the executives immediately shouted strangely when he saw Song Ya.

Yes, mixed races are discriminated against by whites but also by blacks.

Doug smiled and waved at Song Ya, "Come here, boy, sit here."

Song Ya sat down.

The old black man raised his opinion to Hai Deng again, "Hire a white agent and pick a white girl. This kid is not his own. The previous rumors are indeed correct."

"Uh, that was a misunderstanding. The audition at SBK last time..." Song Ya held back his breath, trying to explain clearly the elimination of black girls in the audition last time.

"Shut up, Steven."

The old black man named Steven wanted to refute, and was decisively stopped by Doug, "Don’t pay attention to that old guy, I like your second-hand shop. We all like it. Steven likes it too. Isn’t it Steven? ?"

"The second-hand store is good."

Steven is very arguable, "To De Klerk... the style is beginning to be biased, but we blacks like the lyrics, but this song I feel it coming..." He slammed into the turntable in the corner, "Yue What the hell is it to use so many electronic music? And I still learn MJ, and I can’t sing well. You know, apart from making records, singers from decades ago mainly performed in various places. Broadway, Los Angeles, Ahlas Vegas...I have to work hard enough to sing well. These years are not good enough. The singers treat themselves as aristocrats and it is harder to serve each other, but the first-line singers can sing three sighs.

"Uh..." Song Ya was speechless.

"The times are progressing Steve." Doug eased his cheeks for Song Ya, "Don't bother with this old brain." He pointed to his forehead.

Steve murmured something he didn't know, and closed his mouth.

Doug’s conditions are similar to those of Daniel. There is a rigid requirement to post a special offer within two years and provide help in post-production. It can be said to be very sincere in publicity compared to second-tier singers.

"We will consider it again and give you an answer as soon as possible."

Song Ya and Hayden left, and Al outside mysteriously approached and whispered, "I saw Pablo in the building just now."

"You read that right?" Song Ya's first reaction was that Pablo had come to see him, but it was impossible to think about it.

"That's right, how could I not recognize him." Al said.

"It seems that Pablo's next home for Lori is probably Atlantic Records."

Hayden analyzed: "Before Joe and SBK collaborated, Pablo had been on the line with Warner Records, and Atlantic Records was under Warner's banner and took care of black singers."

"If that's the case, then this one won't consider it."

Song Ya didn't want to travel all the way to New York and work with Lori. "The next stop is Sony Columbia, right?"

"Uh……"

Hayden said: "Tommy Motula is very busy, so we don't expect to see him this time."

"Oh! Go try it."

Half an hour later, the three of them walked into the 30-storey black building of Columbia Records. In a small reception room, they met a male producer who was also a well-known arranger in the industry, Walter Afanagif. He and Joe Mr. Lowovich is also a white Maoist, but he is from Big Mao, while Mr. Jovovich is from Er Mao.

He spoke highly of I feel it coming, "It's not bad, it's innovative, and the degree of completion of the arrangement is very high."

He took off his headphones and said, "APLUS, Tommy told me specifically about you. The conditions remain the same. You come. The release and promotion of the singles are compared to second-tier singers. There is no restriction on the release time, but you still have to sign a distribution contract. , Your first album and all songs before its release must be released by Columbia Records."

It seems that this condition is the best. "In the later stage..." Song Ya still wants to fight for it. "Mr. Afa Najif, you know, the A+ record technology is insufficient."

"Just call me Walter."

The other party continued: "We can provide equipment and venues. Without affecting the normal use of our own people, please note that if it does not affect the normal use of other singers, it means that you can't even determine the recording time. Other singers use recording during the day. Studio, you have to work at night, the singer suddenly wants to record, you have to give up the recording studio, this is usually the third-line or even lower nameless singer treatment. As for the later stage, I will let my people give you help as much as possible , But this is an oral agreement, and A+ Records has to pay corresponding remuneration for the work of our later staff."

"This is too..." Hayden expressed dissatisfaction.

Walter shook his head, "Sorry, I only have these permissions."

"Well, let's think about it again." Song Ya got up and left.

"APLUS."

Walter sent them downstairs and suddenly said, "As far as I am concerned, at some point, verbal agreement will be more useful than contract terms in black and white."

"Uh..." Song Ya was a little unsure of his overtones, "Walter, just tell me, I'm still a high school student, and I just passed my sixteenth birthday not long ago."

"Ok."

Walter thought for a while and didn’t go around. “I’m a technical controller, I like new things, APLUS, I want you to come, but I can’t change anything, let alone influence Motura. However, if you join Colombia, I will I will try to provide you with help, within my authority."

He smiled embarrassedly, "Of course, I am quiet here, and I hope you are mentally prepared."