Chicago 1990

The consumer electronics industry is very busy. After the meeting was held for a while, one of the executives who was listening was called away by his secretary, and people kept taking documents to get Schulkhov to sign. The venue was also stuck, or said nothing. Meaning stage.

"As you know, I have a cheap clothing company under my umbrella. If you choose to continue to protect Motura, maybe I will print the Sony logo on the back of a $50 t-shirt and put it on it like that kind of reverse. It's like a war sign, and then mark it with small characters like racial discrimination criminals..."

Song Ya said most of the time, he did his best to pressure.

"Hahaha."

Shurkhov looked away from the document in his hand, pulled the reading glasses down, and looked down at Song Ya, "You will be bankrupted by us, boy."

"Stop talking aplus." The vice president of legal affairs also said.

"This is not anger, nor is it about doing business, but a clear issue of principle. Your current performance is clearly trying to protect discriminators." Song Ya said: "Zero tolerance for discriminatory behavior is an obligation that we Africans must do. "

"Mr. Gao Shu." A female clerk came in, walked up to Gao Shu, and spoke with her ears.

Gao Shu got up, followed her and walked outside, "aplus, be sure to think calmly, I have to leave beforehand." When he passed Song Ya, he apologized slightly, dropped a word and left.

"So are you taking me seriously?" Song Ya complained with open arms.

"Go on, we are listening." The vice president of legal affairs responded.

"Where did I go? Oh, yes, t-shirts, uh...not talking about t-shirts, I'll just say that I, just me, and Motula, you have to consider the second choice." He continued Bragging: "I will have a youth song and dance film to be released next year, and it will definitely be a big hit. The original soundtrack of the entire film will be written and lyrics by myself. About 16 songs will be released by Sony Columbia Records."

"There are a lot of my solo repertoires, and they will be put into my second junior high school. Besides, I have prepared a lot of good songs and first fine works. Then I will make a song that is better than'a' There is no problem with the second album that is still selling well. You can even make a two-disc version with a high price. Sony Columbia Records will follow me to make a lot of money, trust me."

"Don't laugh, let alone doubt my abilities. The music critics who predicted that I was exhausted after my first album were beaten in the face by a londonbridge song. That song won the b-list weekly crown and also won. Fergie, the first white female hip-hop singer."

Goodman reminded him in his ear: "Okay, aplus, none of them are listening." Shufhall was studying the file without knowing it, his fingers tapping on the table unconsciously...

Only the vice president of legal affairs was listening attentively, so Song Ya changed the conversation partner to him. There was no way out, he could not admit defeat, and he could not even be seen as lacking in confidence. He kept talking, trying to impress him with a certain sentence. Of these people.He wiped off the fine sweat that appeared on his forehead, "You can't drag it anymore. Do you know what Motura is doing these days? He is creating negative news against me and taking my record off the shelves in disguise. He even I also want to deal with other singers under my record company, such as Fergie..."

"He puts his personal grievances above the company's interests. He always does this. In 1991, if it weren't for him, my first album would be marketed earlier and sold better. All of this was given to the record company. Income caused a loss, intuitively..."

"He was still entangled with Italian gangs. Before, I only thought it was a rumor. This time, the singer, diva, and his ex-girlfriend Mariah Carey used Italian connections. Two of the three arrested were Italian. ."

"He introduced a small broker who is also Italian. This shows that he is starting to panic. Eavesdropping is a federal felony. You continue to protect him. You will get in trouble when the truth comes out. And, you guys. Have you ever thought,

In the meantime, two more senior executives left for something, and there were fewer people in the conference room.

"What time is it?" Song Ya asked Linda.

"It's half past eleven, it's not quite right aplus." Linda showed her phone to Song Ya under the table, and Mariah Carey's phone number was on."I'll pick it up," she said.

Song Ya nodded and agreed, "Can you give me an answer before lunch?" He asked the vice president of legal affairs.

"Maybe not, we are evaluating." The other party replied.

"I didn't see your actual actions. You are just sitting here and listening to me." Song Ya continued to complain.

"Trust me, we are indeed evaluating."

"I don't have much patience."

"I always have to give it a day?" The other party smiled.

Linda came back and signaled at the door, Song Ya couldn't help but nodded, "Only one day, subject to your off-get off work time. Sorry, I will go out."

He went outside, found a remote corner and asked Linda: "What's the matter?"

"Miss Kelly said..." Linda circled around vigilantly. At the corner not far away, a female clerk was playing with the coffee machine.

The two moved to the bathroom, and a male executive walked out of the conference room, standing at the sink and washing his hands slowly, "Hey, can you give me some personal space?"

The other party glanced here, ignored him, continued to wash his hands, and walked into the men's bathroom before Song Ya wanted to go crazy.

"Fxxk, can you tell me? Just say it." Song Ya felt that there was no more personal space here, the other party obviously wouldn't give a chance easily.

"Motura went to the Proctor Theatre again. He tried to save Miss Kelly again, but was still rejected by Miss Kelly, but she seemed soft. She said that Motula was crying in front of her and looked very pitiful and Helpless..." Linda whispered, "The original words."

"This bastard, hard can not come soft." After all, Mariah Carey was held by Motula in one hand. Song Ya knew she was still reading some of the other's good things, "I believe mimi, she won't If something goes wrong, I have repeatedly confessed the interests to her."

"Newman called and said..." Hamlin also followed.

"Ahem." Song Ya coughed twice, pointing to the inside of the men's bathroom.

"Newman called and said..." Hamlin lowered his voice and said in his ear: "The personnel director of Sony Columbia Records is talking to all the executives one by one, and is very straightforward about the second choice between Motura and you. 1. Motura’s cronies also started contacting the owners and presidents of all its labels, and they are probably also seeking support. This news was revealed by Epic Records."

"The people inside are right, they are indeed evaluating." Song Ya nodded, "Of course, they are biased towards Motura and deliberately help Motura to delay time, which is not beyond my expectation."

"Wait until the afternoon? Maybe we can leave at noon. They can do a lot in one afternoon." Hamlin sighed.

"If I dare not wait for an afternoon, they will be more inclined to Motura."

Song Ya gritted her teeth, "Let's go back and continue."

When the three of them walked back, the sound of flushing came from inside, and the executive came out with a smile on his face, and followed Song Ya back to the office.

"Are there any new developments?" Shufhall asked.

"No, my position will not change." Song Ya sat back in his seat.

"Would you like something to eat at noon? I am old and usually don't eat at noon." Shufhall continued to look back at the file in front of him.

"Sandwiches are fine, do you?" Song Ya found that there were fewer people in the conference room, and the vice president of legal affairs was closing his eyes to rest.

Shufhall made a gesture, and his secretary got up and went out, and quickly returned with a plate. The sandwiches on it were cut into beautiful small triangles, one bite at a time.

No one wanted to start, Song Ya directly took a piece and threw it into his mouth to replenish energy. His mouth was dry all morning. He picked up the small mineral water bottle on the table, unscrewed the lid and drank it.

"Your willpower is tough, boy." Shufhall cast his gaze over the presbyopic lens.

"I'm fighting for the dignity of the African American community." Song Yayi replied sternly.

This was not easy to answer, and Shufhall looked at the file again.

Song Ya pushed the plate towards Linda and the others, Linda declined, Hamlin also shook his head, only Goodman ate with them.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, Shufhall’s secretary came in to take away the dishes, did some cleaning, and whispered to him again.

"Sorry, you continue this afternoon, I'm a little urgent." Shufhall also left.

"Mr. Vice President, has your so-called evaluation come to fruition?" Song Ya resisted his temper and took the initiative to start the second half.

"It should be soon," the other party replied.

"If you let him go, I'm even willing to post one more album on Sony Columbia Records, and change the five-year contract of two specialties to two plus one special. The last one will be new songs plus selections, the most creative in my life. All time periods will be dedicated to this company."

"Trust me, I can create much more value for Sony Columbia Records than a senior manager. The United States has a lot of management talents, and the singers who can create big-selling albums can be met but not sought..."

Starting in the afternoon, he tried to make certain concessions and write some bad checks.

"A senior manager like Motula?" The other party laughed when he heard this. "It is very difficult for Benzi Capital to meet such a person in the United States, but you want us to fire him."

Being willing to communicate is a good thing, Song Ya said: "I think you have already known my plan through a certain channel. The former sbk president, Mr. Daniel Glass, will not be any worse than Motura."

"So you still want to intervene in Motura's successor?" the other party asked back.

"This is part of the conditions that I made when I came here. If you change that position to a confidant of Motula, what does it mean for me and Mariah Carey?"

The other party shook his head and said, "Bring me a newspaper." He asked his subordinates to bring the newspaper, and he held it up face to face, completely shutting off communication.

Song Ya was not reconciled. He swept around in the meeting room and made eye contact with the senior executive. He immediately smiled at him and continued to talk, "Although I am young, I am not joking. The reputation of your company will definitely be a major blow in the future. Just like the Rodney King case, the African-American community will never tolerate people like Motula..."

"Su Yimasai..." The other party laughed and leaned frequently in the seat, and pointed to his ear, as if apologizing, indicating that he could not understand English at all.

Song Ya took a deep breath, "Paper and pen." Linda tore a piece of paper and pushed over some Chinese characters that she meant.

The other party picked up the paper and looked at it, and immediately raised his thumb to admire again and again, but immediately got up, bowed all the way and apologized and left the room.

"Phage's call."

Song Ya didn't move, and finally closed his mouth. At two o'clock, he received a call from Fergie.

"Humph..." The girl started with a cold hum on the phone, "Have you found a new girlfriend? Is she willing to play multiplayer games with you?"

"Uh, cough cough, Fergie, is there any business? I am very busy now." Song Yagang walked out of the meeting room and quickly stopped her from talking on this topic.

"The people from Sony Columbia Records just came to me and said a lot of inexplicable things."

"baffling?"

"Well, I asked Jimmy to talk to you."

"Mr. Aplus, the people from defjam records came to Fergie, and they offered very good terms for Fergie to change the manager, leave Newman, and switch to defjam records." Jimmy reported.

"So? What conditions did the other party set, and how do you treat this matter?" Song Ya asked.

"We refused." Jimmy replied: "The people at defjam have been bragging about their hip-hop music traditions. They said that Fergie's influence in the hip-hop music circle will double when they go to them, and so on."

"Hehe, defjam has been paying horribly for several years, and Russell Simmons still wants to take the opportunity to help Motula pry me?" Song Yakan followed up with another person, without lowering his voice, and said in a normal tone: "I'm afraid he can't even pay Fergie's termination fee."

"We didn't give them a chance to talk about termination fees." Jimmy said.

"That's good, tell Fergie that her support is very important to me now." Song Ya hung up, returned to the conference room with a sneer, and looked at the watch in front of the vice president of legal affairs. "You only have the last few left. Hours."

The vice president of legal affairs shook the newspaper and made a clatter.

Song Ya continued to sit with expressionless face, and his heart fell to the bottom, feeling that the other party should not be ready to give in.

Then there is only one way left to fight the media war.

"Hayden." The phone was handed back to Linda's hand just now.

"Sorry." He went out to answer the phone again, "Is it bad news again?"

"No, it's good news, should it..." Hayden replied.

After calling this call for ten minutes, Song Ya wandered back to the conference room after receiving it, "Damn it," directly cursed.

"What's the matter?" Goodman and Hamlin looked over.

"Nothing, two thieves were caught at the Highland Park house," he replied.

"Thief?"

"Yes, Hayden relayed that the people from the Department of Justice said that the two men were well-equipped. They turned out to be sailing from Lake Michigan. They came ashore from my pier in broad daylight..."

"Why do people from the Ministry of Justice help you catch the thief?" The vice president of legal affairs finally put down the newspaper.

"It's a coincidence. They were investigating the case of Mr. Jovovich, and followed my agent to get the present that Mira gave me, and the fbi agent was with them. The two thieves were caught right now..."

Song Ya said it lightly, but he was also secretly afraid. If the thief finds the art works of the forest and the collection in the wall under the master bed, then the other party will really have his handle.He thought he was well prepared, but including the experienced old Mike, he did not think that someone would do something to his home in Chicago, "They must be sent by Motula, in order to get my handle... etc. Wait, is this also a kind of evaluation procedure?"

"Don't imply indiscriminately." The vice president of legal affairs raised the newspaper again.

"Anyway, someone from the Ministry of Justice will help the transfer, and the local police will take this case seriously. It's Chicago, hehe..." Song Ya sneered.

"Come here." Shufhall appeared at the door and called out the vice president of legal affairs.

"Did they do it?" Hamlin asked quietly.

"Impossible, it's more like a method that Motura would use, but that's fine." Song Ya replied.

Not long after, Shuf Hall and others reappeared in the conference room, "Is there a result of the evaluation?" Song Ya asked him deliberately.

"Yes." I didn't expect to finally get a positive answer, "We can't give up Motula, sorry, aplus." Shufhall replied.

"I understand."

Song Ya and his subordinates stood up at the same time, "Your md did a terrible job..." He said the spit in his heart, anyway, after he was about to leave, he would go to war.

"Wait boy." Shufhall stopped him. "Here is a compromise draft. You can see it before making a decision."

Song Ya took the document he handed over and sat down and looked at it carefully.

"So the result of my trouble was Motula's promotion?"

In this draft, Motura will become the president of the new North Missoni Entertainment Company and retain the chairman and president positions of Sony Columbia Records, but he has surrendered his managerial position and half of Mariah Carey’s management People power, Sony left Daniel with a vacancy as the CEO. He will become his new manager, and another Motula cron will become Mariah Carey's new co-manager.

"He has nothing to do with you, and you don't have to worry about being suppressed by him again." Shufhall said.

"This is a promise that is not guaranteed at all. I don't accept it." Song Ya circulated the document to Goodman and the others.

"It seems you can bargain?" Hamlin pointed to Shuerhoff, whispering.

"Losing both ends should always be the last option aplus." said the vice president of legal affairs.

“I don’t have any problem with Motula as the president of Sony Entertainment.” According to the document, Motula will be responsible for the co-management of the integration of the film and music departments. Columbia Pictures’ Gubel and Peters are not. It's good to let them fight, but the internal power of Sony Columbia Records can no longer let him get involved. He has been operating there for several years, with good results and many cronies. Daniel, an outsider, can't compete with him.

"But he can't stay in the record company anymore." Song Ya said: "And it must be resolved before get off work."

"You wait." Shufhall went out immediately.

"Motura is there too?" Goodman understood immediately.

The vice president of legal affairs is noncommittal, "You don't know what kind of achievement aplus you have achieved. It is better for you to accept it if you understand it."

"I want to protect myself and my girlfriend, this bottom line is not too much." Song Ya replied.

"Well, Motula will no longer be the president. He and Daniel will manage their artists in parallel, and there will be no overlap with each other." Shufhall returned and said.

"Specific details?" Hamlin asked.

"Talk about it." Shufhall left impatiently.

However, at the door, he was stopped by Gao Shu who had rushed back, "So you have turned our best-run record company into a vanity fair for infighting?" This book executive is anxious, and is no longer as always as before. Polite.

"As long as I'm in this position for one day, here is my final say?" Shuerhoff pushed him back.

"I will report to Mr. Akio Morita, don't think I don't know your true purpose!"

"I will tell him clearly..."

The quarrel between the two drifted away.

Song Ya and his subordinates looked at each other and nodded slightly in the face of their inquiring eyes.

It was almost off work, and finally came up with a plan that satisfies Song Ya. Motura was promoted to the head of the new Sony Entertainment and retained the chairmanship of Sony Columbia Records, and retained other singers, including the manager of mj, and Daniel took office. The record company president also became Song Ya's manager, and Newman became Mariah Carey's co-manager. They have the right to replace all record company employees on these two lines. Daniel will not be a lame president.

The other joint administrator is still Motura, but he can only retain relevant rights and interests and is not allowed to participate in any specific affairs.Song Ya specifically asked Mariah Carey about this. She was still soft-hearted to Motula's morning pleading, not surprising, after all, it was Motula who made her red.

Inevitably, Song Ya has to sign a non-disclosure agreement regarding the tapes.

"Overtime? Turn these into black and white?" Song Ya asked.

The vice president of legal affairs shook his head, "We still have to negotiate contracts with Daniel and Newman."

"At least implement that part of Motura first." Song Ya urged.

"Okay." The other party gave a positive answer this time.

While handling the paperwork, Song Ya walked into the bathroom alone, "Yes!" He clenched his fist and shouted depressedly.

"You actually did it. Although the result was not as expected, you did aplus." Linda's voice came from outside the partition.

"This is Linda in the men's bathroom..." Song Ya was afraid that the other party would pounce in like Taraji. This new assistant was a black bucket aunt.

"You are indeed much better than mc."

"You are comparing me with your former employer again..."

"I will never again."

It’s already past twelve o’clock after everything is done, no dinner, everyone feels hungry after a nervous day. They were talking about which restaurant to go to the elevator door, "aplus, talk?" Motura suddenly appeared. Behind him, he really was there.

"Ok."

The man in front of him looked wilted, with a messy beard, as if he had drunk a lot of alcohol, his eyelids drooped down, and he was a little bit unstable.

As the winner, Song Ya nodded greatly, "What do you want to talk about?"

"Will you be good to mimi?" he asked.

"Of course it will."

"That's good...that's good..." It seems that he came to see himself just to ask this sentence. It seems that he was really sentimental to Mariah Carey. After asking, he muttered and turned around, and took a step again. Turned around and asked: "Can you tell me why you fell in love with her? We assume you really love her."

"It's hard to explain, Tommy."

Song Ya asked, "Do you believe that people have previous lives?"

"Why do you ask about this?"

"Do you remember the Palace of Auburn Hills? In 90 years, I saw her for the first time. She sang at the Pistons' home court. She just debuted..."

"You've been on her idea since then? You were only sixteen years old?"

"No, do you remember? You were there when you first saw me. When I saw her, I suddenly laughed completely uncontrollably at the door of her dressing room."

"Very rude..."

"Yes, but I don't know why. Maybe she brought me a lot of happiness in the previous life or in the next life." Song Ya changed the way of talking about crossing. "After that, every time I'm with her I am very happy. I have never felt this way around other women. You can think of this as a supernatural phenomenon, an arrangement in heaven."

"So that's it..."

"Things have reached this point, will you bless us? Tommy."

"Blessing? I will..." He lowered his head and moved a few steps slowly, "bull!" Suddenly he cursed and turned around and rushed to strangle Song Ya's neck, "I want to kill you, I want to kill You aplus!"

"Fxxk! Let go! You let go immediately." The subordinates hurriedly pulled his hands away.

"I'm going to kill you!" He struggled wildly under the combined control of Goodman and Hamlin, and roared.

"Guess what? You fell down before I tried hard, Tommy Motula." Song Ya sneered and touched his sore neck, and began to strike him mercilessly.