Chicago 1990

"You know? Boy, don't think that you can do everything by making some money by selling records."

After being repeatedly rejected by Song Ya, the old Baen began to pour the 82-year-old Lafite with one cup after another. He drank himself like a red neck. He did not match his wealth at all, and his words did not match his family. I felt that I became a black man, "Did you know? There have been so many black people who had the opportunity to build their own business empire in Chicago, but they all failed. The black gambling king was killed by Giancana (Chicago Mafia in the 1950s and 1960s). The godfather, Kennedy supporter, and one of Monroe’s rumored boyfriends) drove out of Chicago, and the black textile tycoon (a large-scale influx of blacks into Chicago since the 1950s, providing a large amount of cheap labor for the local light industry) also went bankrupt. They all I was richer than you, a lot of money..."

The guy was drunk, and while talking, he fixed his eyes on the plate in front of him and said nothing.

Edward sighed, "Let's talk about it today."

Old Barn’s chemical plant couldn’t go on, but Edward was even more miserable. Song Ya didn’t know the specific details of the transaction between this Wall Street investment elite who is proficient in mergers and acquisitions and spin-offs and Old Barn, but they must be tied together now. The grasshoppers on the rope will shed a day's blood if the chemical plant is not split and sold in one day.

Goodman and Hamlin were a little disappointed. This time the other party was obviously going to this dinner because of Song Ya’s money. They didn’t mean to look at the law firm at all, "Okay, let’s talk next time, Mr. Edward ."

"Forget it, Hamlin, you also saw Will Gardner's end..."

In the car, Song Ya, who had always been complacent, persuaded Hamlin: “Without the political power to help them bypass Batumi, they cannot really solve their problems at all.”

The relocation of chemical plants was blocked. The local workers who had been “fixed” saw the opportunity to keep the company, but gradually regained their organizational power and operated more and more actively. Politicians could not ignore the votes of a large number of workers and their families. More and more unintentional to help Old Barn and Edward solve problems.In the beginning, it was not done while the iron was hot, and the spin-off of Barn Chemical has almost become a dead end.

Hamlin nodded, "I can see it too, APLUS."

Goodman smiled and said: "Those small and medium investors who were tricked into the game earlier are miserable."

Song Ya had also been fooled by the other party, but fortunately, he didn't have any impulse. Of course, he really didn't have any spare money at that time.

A few days later, news came from Hayden that Litman was back in New York. He was willing to talk about the acquisition, but he inquired about Song Ya behind Donovan’s businessman friend and made it clear. He pointed out, he only talked to Song Ya.

"You have a lot of competitors, APLUS, it's not so easy to win Amerika Music Magazine."

At a golf course in Long Island, Litman swung cleanly to hit the ball, saying to Song Ya like an old friend, as if Amerika Music Magazine was not his own.This fifty-year-old white tycoon, who was judged by financial magazines to be worth about 100 million dollars, was rooted in traditional industries in the past and has frequently made moves in the media field in recent years.

This is the second time Song Ya touched the golf club since Las Vegas was taken by Jordan to play golf. He learned the other side's posture and hit the ball into the bunker not far away with a bang. "Do you know who else is my competitor?"

"NONONO, this is a trade secret, now is not the time to tell you."

Littleman got into the golf cart on the side, "I'm waiting for you in the front hole." He drove away.

"What an old fox."

Although Litman's method of throwing Ms. Fleming away after using up made Song Ya happy for a long time, it is another matter to really deal with him. Song Ya walked into the bunker and found his ball. Uh, should I change the pole?" He asked Taraji, who was carrying a long tubular bag beside him.

Taraji rolled his eyes and put the bag in front of him. Two people from slums looked at a dozen clubs with different shapes, and their minds were blank...

"Hayden,

Song Ya moved the ball to the hole with a stroke, while maintaining mobile communication with Hayden, "I have an instinct, Litman doesn't seem to want us to unite, so the other people interested in this magazine must be my acquaintances. "

"I understand that Donovan also has some guesses."

Hayden took over the task.

After the initial contact with Litman, both parties seemed to have achieved the purpose of probing. In the evening, the first competitor appeared and entered Song Ya’s sight. Ms. Shirley Fleming was ruthlessly expelled from the magazine’s former editor-in-chief. The original editor of the magazine and the classical musician joined forces to buy this magazine.

"If the old money is declining, it's okay to spend millions of dollars, but Shirley Fleming's group will definitely not be able to bear the losses of the magazine for years. If she continues to be the editor in chief and follows the old style..."

In the evening, Hayden came to Tribeca Songya’s house, “but this old woman is really strong in character. If I were her, I would have closed the door to thank you. She was tricked by Litman this time.”

"It's definitely not just Shirley Fleming."

Song Ya judged, "She can't compete with me, it's impossible for Litman to know this."

"Do you want us to visit again?" Hayden said, "The situation is different, you can actually unite, the odds of winning will be greater."

"No, I don't want her to continue to be the editor-in-chief, and now coming home, I'm afraid I can't help laughing out in front of her."

"Hahaha!"

"APLUS, Donovan." Taraji came in. "Should I transfer the call to the study?"

"Okay." Song Ya waited for the phone to ring and turned on the speakerphone.

"Quincy Jones! It's Quincy Jones!" Donovan yelled very loudly. "This guy wants to win Amerika music too!"

"FXXK!" Song Ya and Hayden swear at the same time.

After Quincy Jones was off the court, Song Ya's financial resources weren't enough, and it was obvious that this guy did not look at Amerika Music until after Song Ya got into a wall at Fleming's last time for consultation.

He started but didn't reveal any news to Song Ya. He probably planned to attack from the beginning.

"This old immortal is really not authentic. I know why MJ turned his face back then. How do you know it is him?" Song Ya asked.

"Quincy Jones has found a partner, Russell Simmons, one of the owners of DefJam Records. The news is from DefJam Records. It is absolutely reliable." William Morris's information is very well informed.

DefJam Records is a New York-based black hip-hop music label. The oldschool and political rap styles in the mid-1980s were very powerful when they were popular. They owned such first-class singers. At the end of the 1980s, gang rap led by NWA After their rise, they began to decline gradually, but the lean camel was bigger than the horse. As one of the bosses, Russell Simmons, the financial resources accumulated over the years should not be underestimated.

"Since the two top black bosses in the recording industry have joined forces, they won't let newcomers like you participate, and their status is not equal."

Donovan's judgment is different from Song Ya's perspective, but the result is the same.

"I really want to call and scold him. It was obviously I was the first to stare at him, not me. I guess he would never notice this magazine at all." Song Ya was angry.

"Then what do we do? Give up?" Hayden asked.

"I didn't want to give up easily?" Song Ya shook his head, "Hayden, ask Shirley Fleming for me. Even if I don't get this magazine, I will cause them some trouble."

"APLUS, calm down, Quincy Jones and Russell Simmons are black, Shirley Fleming and the magazine editors and classical musicians behind her are all white!" Donovan warned on the phone, "Awarding season in January and February You still count on Quincy Jones and them."

"I'm calm."

Song Ya thought about it for a while, "They don't want to take me so easily. I have even managed to take all the means of Motura. If I retreat easily this time, I won't get Quincy Jones and Russell Simon in the future. They don’t respect me. I can count on their help during the awards season? And how can I say that there is a symphony of more than two minutes, which can barely be counted as a classical musician, right?"

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