Chicago 1990

The next day, early morning.

"On the sixteenth, Procott Theatre, right?"

Song Ya and Mariah Carey chat together happily, it was difficult for them to have the opportunity to spend the whole night so sweetly before.

"It's a pity you can't come to the scene."

Mariah Carey was lying flat with her hands high, looking at the shining seventeen carat diamond ring happily, not seeing enough.Due to a music video, Sony Columbia Records was fully prepared for his first tour in 1993. The audience was carefully selected from her fan group, and some arrangements were made for the'sincere' emotions in the front row. Young men and women.There were no performers in the whole concert, and no friends in the industry to join in, all the focus could only be on her.

"Aren't you worried about Motura? Your new album will be released soon, ahead of my planned start time." Song Ya asked.

"I only want you." The woman in love is blind. She put her hand down and put a ring on Song Ya's chest, "My athlete, have you rested?"

"Hey..."

Underestimate me?Song Ya smiled, but at this time the bedroom door was knocked, "aplus, Miss Kelly? Breakfast." It was Linda's voice.

"Come in." Song Ya replied.

The door was pushed open, Linda and her female assistant held a small dining table for the bed, and placed them in front of them after they sat up.

"Miss Kelly, we are going to start, rehearsal." Her female assistant said: "The makeup artist and stylist are waiting upstairs."

"Ok, soon."

She picked up the fork and began to concentrate on dealing with the small amount of food.

Outside the bedroom, there was the sound of leather shoes hitting the floor. It was very messy. It seemed that Old Mike was talking to her bodyguard captain, and they should be waiting too.

The exercise can only be cancelled, "We will win, right?" After eating, she got up and kissed Song Ya on the forehead.

"Definitely." Song Ya smiled: "I will go to visit the class later."

"Well, wait for you."

She went upstairs, Linda glanced out nervously, and closed the bedroom door. "Do you know what you are doing? Aplus." She asked as she packed the dishes.

"Didn't you see it all?"

Song Ya handed her the small table, "We are going to be together and launch a rebellion to bring down Motura."

"Oh my God, you scared me." Linda complained: "Motura is not easy to mess with, no, he is the most difficult to mess with, no one in the record industry knows."

"Don't be afraid of Linda, I have more money than him, and I was prepared earlier." Song Ya replied.

"It can’t be calculated like that. Bill Gats has more money than Welch (General Electric CEO), but his influence is far less, and the rich and the rich are not the same. For example, they are all worth a billion. Some people are just the value of stocks. If they are actually sold off, they will not get back one billion, let alone non-tradable shares. Some people are all cash that can be used at any time, and some people can not only have one billion, but also command. Tens of billions of corporate and financial capital..."

Linda kept nagging, her experience and knowledge were much higher than Taraji's, Song Ya also listened silently, he knew that the other party’s point of view was reasonable, and his odds of winning had been greatly reduced after mj did not participate in the rebellion. , But can’t show it in front of others.

"All right, Linda..."

After she said enough, Song Ya raised her hand to stop, "I've done it, ok? You see, I got involved with mimi a long time ago, so now you should stop complaining and give me more constructive ideas. ."

"Do you have any weapons? Combine her to force the palace? I'm afraid that Motula will be stinked before any storms have been set off." Linda questioned.

"He tried this set on me in 1991 and it didn't work." Song Ya said.

"What about now? He hasn't done anything yet, right?" Linda asked, "You, I know you are strong and have almost no flaws to catch, but Mariah Carey has no weaknesses? Her unreliable sister... …"

"You reminded me." Song Ya pointed to her.

"Her brother?"

"I met her brother once, and he is a very normal ordinary person." Song Ya said: "She and her brother grew up with a white mother, so they are well-educated."

"Wow, so are you discriminating against her black father?" Linda immediately embraced her arms and made a standard mental alert posture.

"This is a fact, look at the daughter her father raised." Song Ya said.

"You must not say this publicly. Your basic card is still black, aplus." Linda said sternly, "Even if it is true."

"I have a lot of white fans. According to the statistics made by Yeremov not long ago, it is about half and half. The majority of the buyers of my records are still whites." Song Ya said.

"That's a question of population ratio." Linda said: "Black people contribute half of your fans with 10% of the population. Isn't it clear where your basic disk is? The American society is fragmented and Italians support it. Italians, Irish people support Irish people, and black people also help each other. Isn't it obvious in the Rodney King case?"

"Don't mention that drunkard. He embarrassed the black community. Afterwards, he was ashamed to sue the Los Angeles government. I heard that he received more than eight million dollars in compensation from the public? What the hell, how many houses were destroyed by him and dozens of people died and injured There are countless people." Song Ya said: "In the end, he retired and made a lot of money."

"I heard that after he got the money, he opened a hip-hop music label in Los Angeles and entered the recording industry." Linda said.

Song Ya sneered, "Look, believe me, it won't take long for him to squander his money, just like mc."

"So now you can mention mc?" Linda still has feelings for the old master.

"Well, I apologize, I shouldn't compare him to Rodney King."

Linda didn't struggle anymore, "In short, there are some things you can never say publicly."

"Of course I don't commit that kind of stupidity. In this way, I really should consolidate my basic disk. What affirmative activities are there recently? You can help me arrange the schedule."

"The kid who died in Chicago was killed by gd, do you know?" Linda asked.

"Of course I know that that incident triggered a large-scale law enforcement investigation of public housing estates."

"On the road where he died recently, the Chicago city government wanted to name him. You can show your face and give a speech or something."

"Good idea, don't worry, I will definitely win, Motula has a fatal handle in my hand. Old Mike, show Linda the recording." Song Ya got up and started washing.

When she came out, Linda had already listened to the tape, "Unexpectedly, Motula would call the black Negro in private." She circled excitedly in the room, "Indeed, good operation can make the capital behind him Very embarrassing."

"I said it, don't be nervous."

Song Ya wiped her body with a towel, "When do you think the best time to release the recording?"

"As soon as possible, one blow will be fatal." Linda suddenly looked embarrassed: "However, Miss Kelly did not say anything about this word in the tape. Her reputation will also suffer a major blow when the recording is released, and the black community will dislike it even more. her."

"I thought about this a long time ago. I won't let her hurt, so only the tailored version will be released." Song Ya said.

"That would be a major blow to the credibility of the tape." Linda reminded.

"This is a paradox. I launched a rebellion against Motura for mimi, but if this rebellion came at the cost of hurting her, why should I do it?" Song Ya said, "This is a public relations battle, not a court. , The loss of credibility is nothing, as long as the operation is done well, he puts emphasis on propagating his phrase "Negolo Fatty Boy in Harlem" and makes everyone know."

"Will the management be happy to come to this scene? The managers they hired with high salaries were racially discriminatory." Linda asked.

"So I went to see the management of the book in the afternoon and brought a copy of the tape." Song Ya said.

Linda no longer doubts, and thinks this trick will work well.

At noon, Hamlin called, "aplus, the attorney for the plaintiff of the fluorescent agent case rejected my settlement proposal. He said that he has gained strong new supporters and must sue us."

"Motura."

"It should be him."