Chicago 1990

"This kid is a fool!"

Song Ya lifted the pants, "Excessive desire for performance." He familiarly helped Mariah Carey to pull the buttons and zippers on the back.

"Will you accept his challenge?"

Mariah Carey pulled her long hair out of her neckline, walked to the dressing table and poured a bottle of Listerine, while gurgling her mouth while taking air freshener, sprayed it everywhere in the room.

"I'm not so free." Song Ya also walked out, opened her bag, picked out the perfume she often used from a pile of cosmetics, and pointed it at her back, "Turn."

Mariah Carey turned around, made him noisy in the front, then raised her head.

Song Ya hit her neck again, and then waited for her to turn her head, turn her head, and her right ear.

Mariah Carey sniffed herself and spit out her mouthwash into the trash can with satisfaction, "Then how are you going to respond?"

"Mao and Gou, I need to respond, wait until that kid's record gets the diamond certification."

Song Ya put down the perfume bottle, took out the lipstick number she liked, handed it over, took out the cologne from her bag, and sprayed it roughly on her body.

"Cut! Did you have it yourself?" Mariah Carey sat down and started to touch up her makeup in the mirror.

"Next year is almost the end? How else would I say? I don't know him?" Song Ya leaned against the dressing table next to her, shook her folding fan, and saw that she was almost done, and then tucked the comb in again. In her hands.

"Wow, do you remember the old hatred? Be careful."

Mariah Carey took the comb and slapped him on his arm, "Wait, don't move." She found a golden curly hair on Song Ya's clothes, it was her own, and she hurriedly picked it up and threw it away, and then continued to look for it.

"How are your preparations for the new album? Has the name been finalized?" Song Ya turned 360 degrees in place for her to check.

"Okay." After checking, she started to take care of her hair with confidence, "Probably it will be called Music Box."

"Music box, nice name."

Song Ya picked up the small makeup mirror again, and helped her to illuminate the back of her head, "How many songs are there with Dave Hall's Dreamlover?"

"Five to six songs." She mentally calculated, "Including the Never; you prepared by BABYFACE for me, and then there is a cover." She was satisfied with the hairstyle, "Here." Handed back the comb.

"Who's the cover?" Song Ya took it and put the perfume bottle and other small objects back into her bag one by one, and then sorted her bag.

"Badfinger (Bad Finger Band) Without you, is just a cover version of Harry Nilsson in '72."

She stood up and turned around lightly, "How is it?"

&nbi."Song Ya hugged her, "It's perfect."

"Of course, let's go." She picked up her bag proudly, and the two were walking out together, when suddenly she found her female assistant was looking at them with blank eyes.

"What's the matter?" she asked.

"Uh, no...nothing, you two were too close just now..." The female assistant walked to the door, "Then I opened the door?"

"Go on." She turned her head and made a face at Song Ya.

Song Ya blinked, "That song has been covered many times in the past twenty years, right? I have heard several versions."

"My version is unique." She was confident.

"Then I must appreciate it in advance."

They talked and walked to the exit of the studio, "Are you going back to Chicago tomorrow?" she asked.

"Yes, I said on the phone at night."

"Ok."

There were people coming and going, the two kissed close to each other and then left.

Of course Song Ya will not respond, "Wait for him to get the diamond certification." In fact, he did not give any response. 2PAC's current coffee position is far inferior to him. It is normal for this challenge not to be accepted, and others cannot tell. How much gossip.

The next day, the group rushed back to Chicago and was surrounded by reporters as soon as they left the airport.

Of course, with the number of his bodyguards, reporters can't really surround him, they can only run and shout at the periphery.

"APLUS, are you still in touch with Little Lori recently?"

"What do you think of the Harlem nightclub tragedy? How did you escape?"

"Some people say this was caused by the grievances between Little Lori and a musician in Harlem. Others said this was caused by you. Can you give me a response?"

"APLUS, I heard that Miss Fergie's first album is already on the schedule, can you elaborate on it?"

Song Ya stopped her rapid pace, turned her head and smiled at the reporter who asked the question of'Qingliu', "Yes, it will be published in March next year."

"Mr. APLUS!"

Then, regardless of the reporters' chase, he ran straight into the car.

"What's the matter? The Chicago media is so positive about New York affairs?" Song Ya felt that his hometown was more concerned about that matter than New York.

"Chicago's gang rage has escalated again. It is said that weapons such as sniper rifles and grenades have begun to appear."

Hamlin, who came to pick up the plane, said: "GD also brags about the incident in New York to show off his force."

"It's really enough, they are completely blushing." Song Ya sighed.

"I went to talk to Edward and the people at the bank."

Hamlin talked about the business, "Edward has no problem. He showed me some documents and basically understood some things, but I don’t trust him very much. This person is more cunning and on the verge of bankruptcy. What Everything can be done. I guess that only after the cooperation is officially started can we have a more comprehensive understanding of the specific situation of Barn Chemical, but one thing is for sure. Most of the real estate in his hand is Barn Chemical’s real estate. If the chemical industry is not demolished, he will have to bear the bank's large interest."

"Where is the bank?" Song Ya asked.

"The bank is relatively simple. They have taken over the two factories of Barn Chemicals that are still in normal production, the equipment that should have been shipped to China, and some intangible assets such as trademarks and patents. The equipment is signed by the old Barn and China. According to the contract, there are still 57 million dollars worth of equipment stranded in the West Coast port, but that is the contract value. If it is resold to Southeast Asia, it will probably sell more than 30 to 40 million dollars."

"So I am willing to accept the equipment from the bank not according to the contract value, right?" Song Ya asked, this is probably the hidden profit.

"But the bank has to package and transfer. Those two factories are very troublesome. The authorities of a fluorescent agent factory strictly prohibit the export of equipment, and the losses are serious. Although a chemical raw material factory basically maintains a balance of payments, it has nearly 400 workers. If you want to demolish, you will face very great pressure from all aspects. If the two factories are not demolished, the original site of Barn Chemical will not be changed to the commercial real estate conceived by Edward, and he will not be able to get out.” Hamlin said : "Those large equipment stored in West Coast ports will also incur storage costs of more than 2 million yuan a month..."

"What's the matter with those big reaction tanks? We saw it last time at Baen Chemical." Song Ya asked.

"Those things Huaguo can produce on their own, and it will cost millions of cutting and processing expenses to dismantle them, and it will not be paid to transport them to the west coast. Old Barn will leave them there."

"So how much do I have to pay to get all of this?"

Hamlin shook his head, "The bank is not willing to offer the price for the time being. Maybe we can ask Wing Dao to estimate and submit the tender offer if you really want to enter this round." He reminded: "It stands to reason that the bank should be very anxious. It won't do any good for these things to fall into their hands."

"Don't want to make a price, are they serious?" Song Ya asked, "More than one bank owns these, right?"

"Well, Old Barn was mortgaged in batches. After he filed for bankruptcy protection, these banks established a trusteeship committee. The number you gave me belongs to the person in charge of the trusteeship committee." Hamlin replied.

"Humph."

Song Ya estimated that Underwood had already passed his own account with the trusteeship committee, otherwise the other party would not be so calm. Selling well to the Chicago Consortium is much more useful than selling it to yourself.

"FXXK..." He cursed, and a word came out in his heart: sit and wait for death.

But that is by no means his own style of acting, "You let Samuel of Eternal Way begin to estimate, and then continue to dig deeper."

"Okay." Hamlin agreed.

"Underwood's party whip title is a party position, right? His own source of power is the Federal Representative?" Song Ya asked again.

"What do you want to do?" Hamlin didn't know what was going on, but he still smelled gun smoke: "I advise you not."

"Let's find out who the opponents of the party in his electoral district are. Quietly, don't arouse anyone's alarm."