Chicago 1990

"Hey, Daniel."

The others in the study held their breath, Song Ya calmed down, picked up the microphone, and tried to make his tone of voice more relaxed.

"Dilai's expression is unclear aps, and I can't make it back in London..."

Daniel did not talk about the matter directly, nor did he give Song Ya a chance to speak. "It is not convenient to say on the phone, can you come in person? Come to London?"

"Now, to London?" Song Ya looked at Hayden and the others.

Hayden and Yeremov shook their heads at the same time, "But I still have a single recording, and the progress is very fast." He tactfully refused.

"Then let your lawyer or agent come, I want to know the details of your contract with Sony Columbia." Daniel hung up after speaking.

"He seems a little unhappy..." Song Ya didn't want to offend this life-saving straw, "Why did you shake your head just now?"

"O on, what if Daniel treats you purely as a pawn for revenge against Motula? You go to London, or he gets the contract details proof, and then puts your disagreement with Motula to the public, and massages Tula's Personality, you are completely over in Sony Columbia, and you have to take the revenge of vanilla ice to get rid of you. This must be considered." Hayden said: "Although I used to lean towards Daniel, this time I must not trust him unconditionally. "

Yeremov also nodded.

"Then we have to send someone, this thread can't be broken..." Song Ya felt that every choice she made might step into a trap now, and she was startled step by step.

"I'll go there, I won't say much." Goodman stood up, went back to the guest room to pack his things, returned to say hello, and hurried to London.

As soon as he left, the study fell silent again.

Yeremov lit a cigarette and smoked it silently.

The cigarette butt turned bright and dark, like a beating pulse, Song Ya stared at it in a daze, his brain numb.

The phone ringing outside broke the calm, and Taraji walked in, "Mr. Howard, Ovitz..."

Hamlin immediately stood up, looked at Song Ya, nodded, and went out to answer the phone.

A few minutes later, "Ovitz's conditions are very simple, you first switch to aa, and then he will help you fix it." Hamlin came in and said.

"Shxt!" Song Ya cursed.

"Ovitz didn't say specifically how he would help it?" Yeremov asked.

Hamlin shook his head.

The boredom continues.

"Where is j?" Song Ya couldn't stand the depressed atmosphere and asked actively.

"It's late now, aps." Hayden pointed to the watch, "It's all past 11 o'clock in the evening, and the person I'm looking for will have to wait until tomorrow to get up to find a chance to bring the message to him, or later."

"My dear, we have to record tomorrow morning. Are you still asleep?"

Fergie appeared at the door, wrapped in her dressing gown, yawning constantly.

"You go to bed first."

When she returned to the bedroom, "Are you going to record tomorrow?" Yeremov asked.

"Go, why not? I have signed a release contract with Sony Columbia for this single, and it will be recorded sooner or later. I won't behave like a frightened rabbit in front of Motula."

Song Ya replied, seeing that everyone stopped talking, "Forget it, let's stop here today."

When everyone dispersed, he went to the roof alone, took off his clothes and threw them on the lounger by the swimming pool, leaving only a pair of shorts, and then jumped into the water.

The cold water spurred him so much. He felt that his burning brain was rescued. After swimming back and forth alone, he felt much calmer.

"I'm a traverser. I can judge some future trends from the apocalypse v. Maybe it's better to get 30 million and make a fortune by investing? Fuck Motula, I will get some rubbish to deal with it. Even if there are apocalypse songs, I will stay until I reach the age of twenty-four. By that time, no one can stop me! I know the general trend of audio development in the future. I know that the picture quality and special effects of the future V will be better than now. From this, I can’t go wrong with the big investment in computer hardware and software. I also know the names mentioned in some songs. Although I don’t have a clue, what if I look for it? No, no, there are so many people in the United States. There are too many people with the same name and surname, don't be scammed by Tianqi..."

Thinking hard about the future, he saw a figure appearing by the pool.

Wiping the water off his face, it was clear that it was Taraji.

"Should I go down and swim with you for a while?" Taraji twisted his hips with his hands on his hips.

"No, I can do it myself, don't you go to bed?" Song Ya asked.

"I can't sleep either, and it feels bad that I can't help."

Taraji kicked off his shoes, ripped off his skirt boldly, and jumped straight down in his underwear.

Song Ya avoided the water splashed by her, a bit inexplicable, seeing Taraji sticking his head not far away, and then slowly swimming towards him, with fire in his eyes.

"Hey, calm down! I said I wouldn't develop that kind of relationship with the assistant." He hurriedly stopped the other person.

"This is our man's business, I don't want to rely on women to solve it!" Taraji learned what he said just now, "Do you know? When you said that, although it was a bit too macho, but It's really an annoying, and it's so male.

She took the initiative to kiss Song Ya's chest, and her hands under the water were not idle.

"Uh……"

The trousers were taken off and the vitals were restrained. Song Ya was a little reluctant to resist fiercely. "We will be very troublesome at work when we get together, Taraji."

"It's okay, ons... Do you do me a favor, okay? Or you really don't like black girls?"

"Hey, don't think about taking advantage of discrimination issues. My first girlfriend is a black girl, uh, mixed race."

Taraji smiled and took a deep breath, then dived into the water.

Old Mack silently retreated to the stairs and closed the roof door for them.

After a long time, the two went downstairs together, and both did it as if nothing happened just now.

"You really won't tell Mariah Carey about this? Or let her know through some other channels?" Taraji changed back to the accent of assistant business affairs.

"If I said I would, would you think you were cheated just now?" Song Ya asked with a smile.

"Do you really know how?"

"No, I don't rely on women, uh... I am not discriminating against women, I mean I don't like the feeling of using women."

"Boss." Yeremov suddenly appeared in the corner of the corridor.

"Hey, don't be sneaky!" Old Mike rushed over and pressed him against the wall.

"Uh, I have been waiting for a long time." Yeremov quickly defended.

"Let go of his old Mike, what's the matter?" Song Ya asked.

Yeremov glanced at Taraji.

"Good night." Taraji left right away.

"Maybe you can take the time to meet someone tomorrow? I'll recommend it for you, maybe it will have a good effect." Yeremov said.

"Does this kind of thing need to be said behind your back?"

"Uh, they are all Americans after all..."

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The next day, Song Ya led Fergie and others into the Sony Columbia Record headquarters as usual, and continued the recording of i hate ui love u, but the end time was a little earlier.

In the afternoon, he and Yeremov appeared downstairs in a building with a large neon logo of Sony Electronics.

Yeremov took him to an office on the top floor with ease.

"What are you doing!" Yeremov, the true mistress, immediately greeted an Asian man in his thirties affectionately after entering the door.

Song Ya noticed the name tag on the other party's desk. In addition to the English name and the title of the deputy general manager of Sony Electronics North America, there were also five Japanese characters for "Gaoshu" as the director.