Chicago 1990

Latest URL: "What? Dorothy, what do you mean? I'm talking with APLUS, you don't need to reach a cooperation with his A+CN first."

Pierre Sutton and others were staying in another hotel not far away, and Dorothy called Gordon the first time after receiving the invitation.

"Sorry, I have decided. A+CN will start broadcasting in October, and your talk with him has been delayed for too long."

Dorothy responded uncomfortably: "Do you know the temptation of the first African-American 24-hour serious news station to African-American media people? My main anchor has been deliberate since he got the A+CN Offer. It's awkward. If I don't let her go, she will definitely break her contract and leave. She knows a lot about the station, and I can't risk the reputation of the first black female TV station."

"The Inner City Broadcasting Company has a board seat on your TV station and has the right to vote. After the meeting..." Pierre Sutton said.

"Sorry, the board of directors and I have agreed that A+CN will inject one million yuan into us and get a board of directors." Dorothy replied.

"Oh Comeon Dorothy, you left me for a million, and my father's many years of friendship?"

Pierre Sutton was anxious, "It's only one million, when I get this round of funding..."

"Can you get it?" Dorothy asked.

"Of course, now that APLUS has new competitors, I will negotiate a better price!"

"That's it! You thought things so good, Pierre!" Dorothy raised her voice, "I have understood your negotiations, and you have asked too much! So longing for APLUS money but not returning? Thirty million! Don’t think I don’t know your plan. Thirty million is just enough for the Inner City Broadcasting Company to burn to 1999, right? Then? Introduce new capital into the market to balance APLUS and continue to keep your position?"

"I don't care about my position. My father and I have served African politicians and media people for more than 20 years. This company must be under our management, otherwise no one will rest assured! You think Mr. Tinkins still Will other New York politicians and African-American politicians in Washington feel assured of the executives sent by APLUS?"

"Ha! You are still considering these issues..."

Dorothy said: "I will go to Washington immediately to sign a contract with APLUS, just tonight. Before I set off, based on my many years of friendship with your father, I remind you Pierre, don't continue to sleep in bed and dream, look back. , Look at your own inner city broadcasting company!"

"Look at what? What do you mean Dorothy? Hey! Hello?" Pierre Sutton was blank for ten seconds into the beeping microphone.Then called to his subordinates, "Dorothy's TV station wants to cooperate with A+CN and accept the other party's capital injection. Have you heard the wind?"

"No, I only know that her best anchor wants to jump to A+CN to partner with Gordon."

The subordinate replied: "However, five people from the Washington branch submitted their resignations. Just before leaving get off work, they were all competent editors and administrative staff."

"Five? How many people are there on Washington Radio? Where do they jump? It is already one of the best jobs for African-American broadcasters, close to the center of power, and great influence..." Pierre Sutton said.

"I don't know, but there must be a new company poaching with so many people walking at once."

"Oh I see."

Pierre Sutton remembered Dorothy’s warning, but smiled, "APLUS is warning me. He must have been mad just now. I blame Quincy Jones and Russell Simmons. They lied to me to come to Washington, face to face. It was a bit of cynicism with APLUS, they won for a while at DefJam Records."

"Don't we fight back?" the subordinate asked.

"Not so much, I will talk to the general manager of Radio Washington." Pierre Sutton hung up and dialed a cell phone number.

"Mr. Sutton, do you know everything?" This was the first sentence of the other party.

"I see, you guys..."

"Yes, I'm so... sorry."

"No, it's common for people to come and go..."

"It's best if you can think about it this way. I'll hand over the work. Don't worry."

"Okay... uh wait, wait, wait, what do you mean by handing over work?" Pierre Sutton jumped up from the sofa.

"The editor-in-chief and I both decided to go to Chicago. Gordon’s new TV station preparations need people..."

"WTF! When did you decide? Do you want to open the skylight on Washington Radio tomorrow?" Pierre Sutton was finally anxious, "You are a betrayal, listen, I know you have always been very dissatisfied with the company's New York-centric company. But you can't do this! At this time..."

"Sorry, it has been decided. We just talked to APLUS. We can't refuse to participate in the establishment of the first black 24-hour news station. I will go there as the general manager. This is also my mission..." Reply.

"What a shit mission, you..."

The phone was hung up, "Fxxk!" He packed up and went to the next door to call the entourage, "Let’s go back to the hotel where APLUS stayed, now!"

"You can't do this! WarrenG!"

When he met Russell Simmons, who was talking on his cell phone, he opened the door, "You are the most important singer in the company at the moment. Polykin has helped you eliminate all interference, and Lyle Cohen will continue to run the company as the president. Already in DefJam..."

"No, no, don’t tell me that you’re just coming to Washington to chat with APLUS. You will make Polygram’s management very dissatisfied. They can’t bear to spend a lot of money to completely control DefJam, and the top singer will immediately make trouble. I'm going to leave. No, no, you are the top card, you are the biggest top card, your record is selling well, his position in the company is only historical reasons, believe Lyle, he will correct all this soon!"

Russell Simmons also saw Pierre Sutton. "What's the matter?" he asked.

"I was killed by you. APLUS was so angry that I was digging me directly." Pierre Sutton rolled his eyes at him and hurried on his way.

"That kid started biting people haha, don't worry, he has few tricks to use."

Russell Simmons shouted to his back: "In this case, just accept our capital injection. Of course, the conditions have to be lowered."

"Fxxk, Russell, do you still want to take advantage of the fire? Take care of your own troubles! APLUS hates you more than me."

Pierre Sutton shook his hand back unhappily.

"This guy……"

Russell Simmons walked to the knocking door on the other floor, "Hey, come with me to meet WarrenG, he..."

"The boss is in Mr. Jones' room." The attendants at the party said.

"Kidada was only dating you at that time, OK? I promise!"

Quincy Jones was pacifying the desperate, "This is just APLUS's revenge, the Amerika music website is his, don't you understand?"

He walked around his room with his head in his hands, "I'm done, I will be mocked by the West Coast like Biggie, absolutely, they don't care what the facts are..."

"Don't you fucking be so dumb, an unsourced internet... just a message, and it was just sent." Quincy Jones scolded him.

"Now I have been ranked first in the hip-hop singer sector, and there are people who keep posting. The person who broke the news said a lot of the details of Kedada's relationship with 2PAC behind my back. It looks like real, no, it's real. That's right! You're fucking, you fucking let your bitch converge a bit, is it worth sending a nympho to the media after receiving a few letters from 2PAC!?"

Big swearing.

"Keep your mouth clean! I don't allow anyone to abuse my daughter in front of me!" Quincy Jones was also furious.

"Then you go home and take care of it!" Slammed the door and went out.

"Go to war." Russell Simmons laughed.

"I'm going to tear up the APLUS kid. He thought he was clean? He didn't wipe a lot of ass in Chicago!" Quincy Jones was so angry that he picked up the phone and called his youngest daughter who worked in VIBE magazine, "You Where's my sister?"

"She's in the room, she seems to be arguing with someone on the Internet, she laughed so hard at me, she kept typing and cursing..."

"Oh M-Fxxk told her to stop right away, don't talk about the fucking things!"

The old man was fainted with anger.

"Talk to her yourself."

"Give her the phone."

"Well... she won't answer, she said she doesn't want to talk to anyone now."

"Unplug her network cable!"

"Sorry, I dare not..."