Chicago 1990

What's thisHow many apples are there?"

Entering July, Netscape’s IPO has entered the most critical period. Song Ya needs to often follow Jim Clark and Bucksted to help build momentum, and then receive interviews from financial and technological media alone, as well as record MVs and help Dow light sticks. I was very busy with advertisements and other chores, and it was rare to spare half a day to visit Robb at Xuelinfenna.

"One." Little Robb replied milkily.

"Is this one?" Song Ya asked, pointing to the three apple patterns on the early education book.

"One."

"One, two, three, three apples." Song Ya frowned.

"One one one."

Little Robb clicked apples one by one, then looked at him blankly with his eyes wide open.

"It seems not very smart..." He was a little disappointed.

"He is just over a year old!"

Xue Linfen, who was lying on the sofa next to him, put down and protested, "When you were this old, you could count?"

"I don't remember, but the child's education must be paid close attention to." Song Ya raised the cover of Yangzao's teaching to her, "I bought it for one and a half year old children. As a mother, are you not in a hurry?"

"So you are now a parenting expert?" Xue Linfen retorted, "I know how to raise children."

"You are completely stocking."

"Ha! I will stay with him every day at least..."

The two murmured a few words. Little Robb cried. She came over and hugged her son to coax. She fell asleep within a few minutes and handed it to the nanny to take him away. "I heard Tim say you have received the new announcement? "Song Ya asked.

"It doesn't count, just to be a guest star in the NBC TV series Friends." She replied.

"It's not bad. The ratings of that show are very high, and it's not all too much to go to guest stars over there."

"Don't say if you can't speak, OK?"

She was not happy to hear the word anger, and went to the makeup mirror to sit down and pull her hair.

"Waiting for the cat and mouse game to be released..."

"Who would count on a supporting role for the future?" she said.

"What's wrong with you today? It doesn't seem to be right." Song Ya stood behind her.

"Someone is pursuing me recently, a photographer I knew in the crew before." Xue Linfen answered naturally.

The heart of the forest began to dissipate. Song Ya thought of Mila again. His ex-girlfriend gave herself an apocalypse in the air not long ago. Female vocal guitar minor COPYCAT. There is a hip-hop style when singing lyrics, a very novel approach, but He hasn't figured out who to sing for now, but Mira seems to have decided to try to interact with the French director who violently pursues her...

"It's a photographer again..." He frowned, "Have you not had enough money from the last photographer who liked domestic violence?"

"Little Robb is getting older and I have to have my own life."

Xue Linfen stretched out his hand and said, "What do you think of me? A woman who provides services? Every time I come, I still hypocritically insist that I don't really do anything. Do I have normal needs?"

"Really..." I have eaten with Cassidy once. Song Ya didn't hold on for long with the desire to control his forehead, and subconsciously licked the corners of his mouth. "Then I will serve you this time. Don't Go and take care of those photographers whose character is worse than the other, ok?

At this time in New York, Russell Simmons is having a meeting with his senior executives in the office.

"This year, I will definitely lose money again. Quincy Jones's youngest daughter, Rashida Jones, is still restless in the company. She always likes to use magazine resources to help her expand her presence."

The high-level executives he posted to VIBE magazine said: "She and her sister who broke the news on the APLUS website every day are a pair of bitches!"

"Pierre Sutton is urging again, what should we do?" asked another executive who was in charge of negotiations with the Inner City Broadcasting Corporation.

"Did Quincy Jones' money come in?" Russell Simmons asked back: "The part that bears the cost of the joint capital injection."

"Come in, but he is only willing to bear 30%. He said that he knows that the Inner City Broadcasting Company does not like him, so this time it is still based on us, just like when preparing for VIBE magazine." The executive replied.

"Fuck it, I feel that the old fox would arch me in front of me every time and withstand the firepower. If it hadn't been for the festival to bid for Amerika Music Magazine, APLUS might not hate me so much."

Russell Simmons also recalled, "Now all the faceless Ngers know that I have earned nearly 50 million from PolyGram, all of them are eyeing my wallet. All kinds of goods are beginning to harass me, and now I can finally understand what kind of pressure APLUS and MJ's wealthy African male stars have been under these years!"

"Although APLUS is very annoying, I have to admit that his view of the Inner City Broadcasting Company is correct. He didn't dare to enter rashly, and we couldn't take it lightly. Thirty million is not a small number, and the Sutton family refused to let it go. Management rights.” The executive said: “LL Cool J’s money didn’t come in either, and there was a bragging father.”

"They shrink, and the Manhattan Gang needs to keep their distance." Russell Simmons threw his pen on the table. "It's a mob! So we can't compete with APLUS at all! Let's spend the negotiation time. Part of the money is clear! Quincy Jones pays 30%, I bear 51%, and there is a gap of 19%..."

"LL Cool J..." The executive mentioned again.

"He was frightened by APLUS. The public finally turned their attention to the matter of Madonna and 2PAC. He was suppressed by the rumors of 2PAC's sleeping girlfriend, but APLUS can always let Amerika music website renew that matter. Furious, he dare not take risks."

Russell Simmons said quietly: "He is now hiding in Hollywood, ready to transfer the money to Marvel's Blade Warrior project. He has been obsessed with that black superhero role all these years."

"Then 19%..." the executive asked, "Where is Mr. Lyle Cohen from Def Jam?"

"He won't work with me. Now he's getting ridiculous enough by APLUS. The sales singer Warren G has an ambiguous attitude. The little girl Foxy Brown recommended by APLUS before also helped in the company. Linda under APLUS. Three days and two proposals to convene a board of directors, the company's internal rumors are flying, everyone is in despair."

"Indeed, the power and means that APLUS burst out in an instant are very strong. Pierre said that they have provided the APLU authorized capital injection team with formal information on the company's internal operating conditions, and our connected investment company has not yet been established. The progress is far behind." The executive said: "Should we advance the 19% first? It's just a pre-expense. There is not much money in total."

"Never, I don't want to be used as a gunman by the old fox Quincy Jones, and I don't believe a word of Pierre."

Russell Simmons said: "The idea was Quincy Jones. Now the pressure is all on me. What's the matter? I don't clarify the problem and finally I want to be two different people. What a fuck!"

"that?"

"Or let Quincy Jones make up the 19%, or bring some more people in, otherwise I won't do it!"