Chicago 1990

The next day, at the Malibu seaside villa, Song Ya was lying on the sofa with his wife in his arms and eating melons from Madonna and 2PAC.

The pop diva uncharacteristically did not respond to Kidada Jones's revelations, and even quietly greeted herself with inquiries and inside information through Warner’s channels, trying to low-key this matter.Her philatelic object has been changed to a young fitness trainer with a huge body, and she seems to have been fascinated by the new boyfriend. Not long ago, she claimed to give birth to a child. This scandal made her quite in front of her new boyfriend. awkward.

After the leader of the Senate majority party, Bob Dole of the Elephant Party, made a speech attacking the hip-hop music circle, the current 2PAC prison limits his frequency of contact with the outside world. The reporter has not been able to interview the rumored hero himself, but it is rumored that 2PAC has There are many passionate love letters from Madonna to him.

Facts have proved that Kidada Jones is really predictable. The media has begun to enter a new round of carnival. Song Ya is enjoying the visits to the Amerika music website and the surprise of Louise’s report on the surge in sales. At the same time, she also decided to influence The extremely powerful Madonna gave a face and ordered Dilei to start to limit the quarrels among the fans on the discussion board, so as to save the follow-up development from getting out of control.

This made the highly competitive Mariah Carey inevitably gloat. After finishing filming and recording, she went home and watched entertainment news on her TV.

"Don't be happy too early, Madonna's own record company has launched a new rock star Alanis Morissette this year. Her album Jagged Little Pill has a very good sales momentum and is likely to exceed 10 million."

Song Ya poured cold water on her who was so happy, "Madonna has also entered the new field of successful record company owner. Her ranking in the entertainment power list will be greatly improved this year. There is also a country music circle this year. Shania Twain turned out, and her album The Woman In Me sold very well. Everyone agreed that she would become the new DIVA."

"What does rock and country have to do with me, I sing adult lyric and rhythm and blues..."

She didn't care, "Have you really seen 2PAC to move into her dressing room?"

"What I lied to you, I really saw it, but I thought Madonna was just playing around." Song Ya said, "Don't follow the daughter of Quincy Jones and break the news."

"I won't." She rolled her eyes.

'APLUS two ex-girlfriends clashed again, this time in Italy!'

Suddenly, the next gossip news appeared on the TV. Mariah Carey's defense radar was turned on immediately. She straightened up suddenly and put her hand on Song Ya's belly, ready for domestic violence.

"Ah..." Song Ya shrank her neck unexpectedly.

'Yesterday, hip-hop actress Fergie flew to Rome Fashion Week to watch the show, and came across Milla Jovovich, who was jealous with her on the T stage. According to the on-site personnel, the two broke out in intense verbal and physical conflict in the background. ...'

The TV screen cuts to the scene. Mila on the stage is in the same frame as Fergie and Amy in the audience. Mila is focusing on the show while Fergie looks at her with a smirk, raising one hand. He made a dissatisfied gesture like "Look Na".

"Fxxk, this girl is doing trouble again!" Song Ya was angry, "Linda, give me the phone!"

"Our money printing machine is not good."

Zhenggong's hand is hard.

"Mila, Mila! How did you and Luc meet? Do you have a cooperation plan? Will you be the heroine of Besson's new project?"

As soon as the screen turned, Mira was holding a middle-aged white man's hand at night, appearing as a couple outside a cafe in Rome, and was blocked by reporters.

Song Yagang took the phone, grew up looking at this scene with mixed emotions, "Who is this man?"

"Luc Besson, the French director, he directed the movie'This murder is not too cold' last year." Linda replied.

Mila, with big red lips and heavy makeup, smiled at the camera, then waved her hand to indicate that she would not accept the interview, while Luc Besson walked inwardly with her head down, gentlemanly.

"Talk about the conflict between you and Miss Fergie. What happened to you backstage?" the reporter asked again.

"Uh huh."

This time she stood still, and said to the camera with pride: "She? Little CopyCat, I don't want to waste words on her."

"You said, what do you mean by following the trend?"

"What's the point? She is always playing with the rest of me." Milla dropped her words, stepping on her high heels and squeezing Luc Besson away.

"Haha, play with the rest, hahaha! The word "Copycat" is also funny, just like when two teenage girls quarrel." Mariah Carey let go of her hand and sneered at her stunned little husband.

Don't be cautious, don't be kind

You're committed, I'm your crime

Push my button anytime

You got your finger on the trigger, but your trigger finger's mine

"Mila should mean that Fergie found her ex-boyfriend, and she learned how she bought a luxury house and private jet in California?" The host in the studio analyzed, accompanied by some old photos of Fergie and Mila's big luxury items. , They are really similar, and then the couple photos of the two who appeared in public with Song Ya.

"Is it Hayden!? Come in for me!" Song Ya saw Hayden looking inward at the door.

Hayden sneaked in leaning against the wall.

"What's the matter with you? Didn't you know beforehand that they would meet?" Song Ya scolded him.

"Uh, I didn't know that Mila was on the show..." Hayden glanced at Mariah Carey, who didn't seem to care much. "I thought it would be impossible for her to be in that level of big show... "

"What happened to them in the background?" Song Ya asked.

"Fegee took Amy to see Luc Besson backstage, saying that he wanted to help her find opportunities in the French director. Then Luc Besson happened to be talking to Mira. She was so angry that she went up and tore a few words with Mira. She laughed at Mira for being worthless now, and she had a private jet. Mira countered that she would only imitate herself clumsily everywhere. Even the private jets were of the same style that couldn't fly directly to Europe. She was so angry that she rushed forward and tried to fight. I was held back by the others present. It's just a small episode."

Hayden confessed, "Anyway, this kind of news is good for both of them, so we just publicized the content related to Amy."

Song Yanao made up the screen, "According to Fergie's character, I guess I can't bear it, right?"

"She is so angry, you'd better say hello to her agent, Send Kingsley. The one who went to Italy with Fergie is another small co-agent of CAA."

Hayden replied: "I don't act for Fergie.

"Then I make a call?" Song Ya asked his wife for instructions.

"Fight." Mariah Carey was very generous.

"Now people outside are laughing at me as her follower, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Amy and I are triumphantly holding the big director's expression in front of me, how hateful I really want to slap her in the face..."

Silver dollar, golden flame

Dirty water, poison rain

Perfect murder, take your aim

I don't belong to anyone, but everybody knows my name

By the way, you've been uninvited

'Cause all you say are all the same things I did

"You asked for it yourself, chase it to Italy to make trouble, and if you make your own way, I will take back the song for you!" Song Ya warned severely.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu you always be so unpretentious to my needs? You are so cruel to me APLUS......" She continued to cry.

"Puff." Mariah Carey laughed with her ear against the back of the phone.

"Who is it?" Fergie screamed immediately, "I hate you APLUS!" She hung up the phone.

"There's really no way with these little girls!" Song Ya threw the phone back to Linda. "You can call Pike Kingsley, don't let Fergie talk nonsense."

"Wow, is this Sony's new digital video camera?"

Hayden sensed that the boss’s anger was about to be placed on him, and hurriedly tried to survive. He picked up the Sony DCR-VX1000 on the table in front of Song Ya and pretended to be careful. Get one for ten thousand dollars."

"Why?" Song Ya's attention was diverted.

"It's light, now the male lead can be a photographer, he can start shooting in his hand, and the two can make a small movie, saving money and trouble." Hayden replied.

"Really?" Song Ya thoughtfully.

"APLUS." There was another person, this time it was Ms. Sloan, leading Pierre Sutton, and a black woman who was born, "Sorry to chase here to disturb you and your wife."

Sloan noticed that Mariah Carey was looking up and down with a vigilant gaze, "Is it convenient to chat? Pierre brought a new decision from the Inner City Broadcasting Corporation."

"Well, look, Mimi..." Song Ya looked at his wife embarrassedly.

"Humph." She lay on the sofa and refused to move.

"Then let's talk here, there is no secret between our husband and wife." Song Ya said to the visitor.

When Hayden took the opportunity to slip away, "APLUS, I apologize for our previous conflicts." Pierre Sutton seemed to have completely corrected his mentality in front of him, and said humbly: "We were in contact with Quincy Jones yesterday. However, the two sides have not reached an agreement for the time being."

"Why? Is it convenient to disclose?" Song Ya asked.

"They made conditions similar to those of Ms. Sloan's four requirements..." Pierre said.

Copycat trying to cop my manner

Watch your back when you can't watch mine

Copycat trying to cop my glamor

Why so sad bunny you can't have mine?

"Those follow the trend." Song Ya casually popped out the new words he had just learned contemptuously.

"What?" Pierre Sutton didn't understand.

"CopyCat, forget it, don't care about this..."

"Mr. Dingkins and I decided to deepen our negotiations with you. First of all, we are willing to do the first point in the request, that is, to formally provide you with information on the actual assets, liabilities, and equity structure of the Inner City Broadcasting Company. And all current operating, litigation, guarantee and tax risks of the affiliated company..."

Pierre was empty-handed, "But before that, I want to confuse you with some of the contents that we cannot provide in the official documents. Uh, these contents need to be strictly confidential."

Song Ya asked for instructions again, this time with his wife's permission, "Then follow me." He got up and took Pierre and Ms. Sloan to the small room.

It seems that the Inner City Broadcasting Company has indeed been driven to a dead end. This time Pierre very frankly and actively disclosed some interest transfer relationships that cannot be left in white and black evidence, such as the Federal Representative Ranger in the room before, and the fund he manages The meeting is the biggest recipient of the Apollo Theater’s profits. It’s no wonder that yesterday, he and Passy Sutton abandoned the previous suspicion and met himself with the other three of the Manhattan Quad at the Comptroller’s House.

Of course, these benefits are not all dirty deals. Inner City Broadcasting Corporation will also be responsible for providing care to the families of victims who were killed in the early years, especially when the affirmative movement reached its peak in the 1960s, such as Marko, who was more radical than Dr. King. Malcolm X (Malcolm X) was shot and killed by extreme white men in six to five years. The Inner City Broadcasting Corporation allocates some money every year to take care of his widow.

In the early morning, after the meeting, he sent Pierre away, and walked with Ms. Sloan on the private beach a little bit sorrowfully. "The things Pierre provided were shocking. These surviving black politicians enjoyed the martyrs. It’s good to go, but now it’s basically completely corrupted, such as those guys who used the inner city broadcasting company for profit. Maybe Malcolm Ax’s saying, “The biggest enemy of black people is the white leftist” is right, don’t look at the donkey now. The mainstream factions of the party are all pleased with black politicians, but in fact they are raising them with another attitude of looking down and pitying, which is no different from the cats and dogs at home. These politicians have no backbone and are willing to use the special treatment brought by the affirmative movement for themselves. For profit..."

"Do you want to change all of this?" Ms. Sloan asked, raising an eyebrow.

"NO! I don't have that big ambition, just follow the trend."

psych!

By the way, you've been uninvited

'Cause all you say are all the same things I did

Copycat trying to cop my manner

Watch your back when you can't watch mine

Copycat trying to cop my glamor

Why so sad when you can't have mine?

"that?"

"Since the Inner City Broadcasting Company is willing to meet our first requirement, let Alicia and Morningstar start the valuation process after they get the real information they provide." Song Ya made a decision.

"My dear?" Mariah Carey appeared behind them sharply.

"Then I'm leaving, goodbye APLUS, goodbye, Mrs. Song." Ms. Sloan left with a wink.

"Look at you, did you see this this time? We are really working together."

Song Ya hugged his wife and complained.

"Really, it's not that you are too fond of girls." She pouted and said, "Look, it's been a long time since we broke up. Ex-girlfriends are still tearing each other..."

"What does that have to do with me."

Song Ya said, there was a scene of Mira holding Luc Besson in his mind again, and the heart seemed to be separated by something, very uncomfortable.

The wife snorted proudly in her arms.

"By the way, Mimi, come..."

He remembered Hayden's words again, and went to pick up Sony's new digital camera, "Come here."

"What are you doing?"

"Look, now we can also make some small commemorative videos of ourselves, you lower, lower, um, good..." He carried the camera, and the lens gradually moved from a parallel angle to directly below.