Chicago 1990

"Mr. Yeremov, I'm sorry for what happened to Columbia Pictures." The book is really polite. As a manager of not low status, Gao Shu came up to bow and apologize to Yeremov.

"It's nothing, it's all in the past, Mr. Gaoshu." Yeremov was very useful, and learned one indecently.

"Sit down." Both sides met each other and sat down on the sofa at the desk.

"I heard about your troubles from Mr. Yeremov, apssan, I still have to apologize..."

He sat on the sofa, pressing his knees with his hands, "Mr. Motula is our most trusted and happiest manager in the United States. We don't want to disturb him." He bowed again.

"Okay, I can understand, Gao Shu...Sang." Song Ya is not very comfortable with this kind of communication, and it is not disappointed. He was brought here by Yeremov and he didn't have much hope, and the Chinese were looking for books. It's weird to help.

"But I can empathize with the situation of aps-san... In America, contracts, credit, friendship, and even laws and national policies have their own prices, which is the cost of betrayal."

Gao Shu smiled bitterly and shook his head: "This is not a country where they claim that the legal system or commercial credit is the first. As long as they exceed the cost of betrayal in their hearts, this place will become a jungle, with artists, lawyers, accountants, brokers, and managers. It takes only a short time for them to transform from a well-dressed gentleman into a beast that fully obeys the laws of the jungle. We have already paid a lot of tuition when we understand this. Mr. Motura may think he is doing the right thing. It's, in this jungle, he will ridicule instead of taking that opportunity."

"In a business, your good intentions and the expectation of long-term relationships have made a profit. They will not thank you. They will thank God and give them a stupid fool. You let it be because you don’t care and express kindness. With a small profit, they will not thank you. They will think that they got what they deserved by their own ingenuity and means, and realized the so-called American dream of personal struggle. You must be like a boxer every moment. Standing in front of them, not letting go of each of their mistakes, and working hard with the goal of knocking down the opponent, may be able to get a little respect. It's just a little..."

"If they fail in the business competition, they will go back to lick their wounds, clamor for votes, lobby politicians, and directly use the gangsters to try to get back what they can't get by ingenuity and hard work. APS, do you have Chinese ancestry? "

"Yes."

"I hope that when Chinese companies come here in the future, the lessons we have experienced will help them avoid detours."

After Gao Shu finished speaking, he got up and went to the desk drawer and took a small square electronic device back, and handed it to Song Ya, "As my personal apology to Mr. Yeremov and you, this d will be released early next year. , Which is the idis product, I hope you can bring it back and try it first, and then we will ask you to be one of the spokespersons of this product."

Song Ya played with this device that was smaller than a slap and was very light. "Is this a miniaturized D-device?"

"It can also be said that d discs have smaller capacity than ordinary d discs, and have little loss in sound quality, but are more portable and have better shock resistance." Gao Shu briefly introduced, then got up to see off the guests, "My colleague from the marketing department later Will contact you."

"Okay, Gao Shusang, I have been taught."

Song Ya and Yeremov left the building, "Although the matter has not been resolved, it was a white endorsement income, which is not bad." He looked at Yeremov a little frustrated, "I will give you a commission. Your relationship is very useful, you must keep in touch."

"Very polite, said a lot, but didn't do much."

Yeremov pointed to the D machine Song Ya was playing with, "I was kicked out of Columbia Pictures like a dog because of him."

"Did you not hear what he said? In this jungle, if you are unemployed, there is nothing to blame for others, right?

The two smiled at each other.

"J would like to see you, aps!" Back at Tribeca's house, Hayden brought good news, "just tomorrow."

Excited Song Ya took him, Yeremov and Hamlin directly to California on the night flight.

"This is the Dream Manor?" In the morning, their car appeared outside a large iron gate decorated with golden patterns, badges and crowns, which was very fairy tale. The golden word art of'nevernd' was shining above.

"In 1988, J bought this place for $17 million, and every year he invested heavily in renovation and renovation. This is his kingdom." Yeremov introduced.

Hayden, who had registered in the guard room he had passed by before, parked his car outside the gate. After a while, the gate opened automatically and the car slowly drove in. Along the way, security and gardeners and other staff were busy, but no one came to ask. they.

"What is that?" Song Ya saw a tall facility from a distance.

"Ferris wheel." Hayden replied.

"What are they doing? Laying railroad tracks?" Song Ya saw a group of people busy in the distance.

"probably."

"Fxxk! Did that guy lead camels and chimpanzees..."

"There is J's private zoo in Dreamland."

"Why haven't we opened yet?"

"It occupies 2,800 acres, don't worry."

He felt that he was just a bumpkin who had never seen the world before, and it seemed strange.

"J I don’t know how much money has been invested here. Playgrounds, railways, zoos, artificial lakes, farmhouses, gardens, sports fields, cinemas, theaters... everything. I heard that the annual maintenance costs here cost more than 10 million dollars. More than a hundred staff members, and even own fire brigade."

Yeremov's introduction made Song Yawei j's generous amazement, "The king of pop ah?"

"Yes, only this place is worthy of the King of Pop." Yeremov replied.

"Is it okay for him to spend money like this?" Song Ya asked, "Although I know he can make money very much."

"Absolutely no problem." Yeremov was sure. "He is not the kind of har who spends money indiscriminately."

Hayden accepted the staff's guidance and parked his car outside an English garden, "Hey, aps." J's agent Sandy Glenn was waiting there. The two had met at the celebration dinner after the Grammys at the beginning of the year. On the one hand, he smiled and greeted Song Ya who got off the car and shook hands. "It may be a while, j is playing with the children..."

"Uh... well."

Before Song Ya had time to complain, Sandy Glen handed over another document, "Excuse me, all the guests need to sign this."

"Can't you disclose or publish the information and conversations here?" Well, Song Ya knows that J is very concerned, but the guest must agree that his phone is monitored...

"I'll take care of it." Hamlin took it from Song Ya and read it, then shrugged, "It's all here, we just don't call."

"Well, it's up to you." Song Ya signed.

"I only saw aps, you can wait in the room." Walking through the garden, Sandy Glen led Song Ya and the others into a four-story villa with mixed style, and said to Hayden and others.

"Okay." A servant comes over, Hayden and they take it away.

Song Ya was led into another house.

One of j's lawyers, Lee Phillips, was waiting there.

He now feels like he is waiting to see the king, well, j is indeed the king of fashion.

"We have seen it, outside the door of Motula's office." He and Lee Phillips also met, when the other party had a verbal conflict with Motula.

"Yes, I remember, aps." Lee Phillips smiled and shook his hand.

The three of them chatted casually to pass the time, Song Ya could feel that the two guys in front of him had been observing and testing themselves.

"I don't spend much, that's because I don't make much."

"Yes, I haven't even published my first album yet."

"Robert from sbk? Yes, I don't like him very much, and he doesn't like me very much."

"Daniel is my Bole. Without him, second-hand stores and Zhi De Klerk would not sell so hot."

"Yes, I also heard that he intends to acquire Viking Records."

"Jenny (Jenny Jackson)? Haha, no, we shouldn't have met..."

While chatting, the king of fashion with a black shawl and long hair, dressed in a gorgeous nightgown, led a beautiful black boy and appeared at the side door.

"Are you talking about Jenny? I haven't seen my sister for a long time."

The voice is...quiet?"Aps, hello, I like your feelitstill..." He took the initiative to embrace.

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