"Hey, boss."
"Hey, APLUS."
The two had met Song Ya in the New Jersey Cafe. They did not agree to send the capital, but then Song Ya took care of them and gave them a job in the new factory. One is that they are honest, and the other is the same. Black people can leave two eyeliners that can be assured in this company.
"How about? Did your family move in?" Song Ya opened the carton and took out the components manufactured by Huaguo. The black plastic shell and the company's LOGO were carefully printed. It should be the pedal base. Shen, it is definitely covered with metal, "This is much heavier than the book, and the style is also very old..." He compared the book pedals used by his record company and was not satisfied.
"I have moved here. My wife is transferring the children. The quality of this base is not bad." The older black man replied with a smile: "If you don't need to carry it often, Americans still prefer a bigger and heavier one. This thing is very real at first glance."
"Yes, we don't compete with the notebook in the mainstream market." Rise brought Song Ya into the factory. On the workbench surrounded by various machines, a skilled worker was disassembling the base and assembling it was also a Chinese foundry. The main body of the stainless steel pedal is the part that the foot steps on.
Unlike ordinary pedals, there are electronic chips and data cables inside. This part of the company does not produce it itself. They come from other suppliers in the United States. The other two skilled workers are responsible for assembling this part and the other for testing and debugging. .
After the two black employees had finished moving the goods, they joined the work.
Basically, the Warren Brothers Synthesizer Company has evolved into a pedal assembly workshop in Song Ya's hands.
"How's the sales?" Song Ya took the finished product that Rise handed him, and stepped it on the ground with his foot. It was not bad, and the foot felt like a piano pedal. Indeed, if portability is not considered, this heavy and solid style will not annoy the Americans, and it can also support the latest MIDI standards.
"Currently, I am gradually replacing old orders. In terms of new business, I am planning to recruit a few sales people across the country to try to enter major specialty stores. Printed advertisements have also been prepared. Warren Brothers Synthesizer Company has very complete customer information. Just post it by address."
Looking at Rise’s cheerful expression, he knew that the business did not lose money. “The key is that the cost has been drastically reduced. Even if the sales don’t increase, the profits will look good.”
"Not bad."
Song Ya was very satisfied, and followed Riise to his office on the second floor. The furnishings and various file cabinets inside were also set up. There was also a middle-aged female clerk outside ~www.mtlnovel.com~ She was probably the entire company. The busiest person, who is also the finance, personnel, typist, and assistant to the general manager, "your coffee." He also made two cups of coffee to Song Ya and Song Asheng.
"The sparrow is small and has all five internal organs." Song Asheng said a Chinese idiom.
"That's right." Rise took out a bag of cassettes from the drawer. "The Hong Kong agent sent it with the goods. Hayden said it was the Huaguo Records you wanted."
Song Ya took a look, they were all Chinese rock records, only then remembered that he had talked to Hayden, and he put everything in his bag.
"The cost has become lower. Is it necessary to reduce prices to compete for the market?" Song Asheng asked.
“It’s not necessary for the time being. The market size of electronic keyboards and synthesizer pedals is not large. We are focusing on the market that we disdain, and niche products in the niche. It is not good for anyone to fight a price war.”
Rise replied, Song Ya has no objection, anyway, he doesn't understand it, and the other party has already tied the company's interests through salary and equity incentives, and he will definitely think about the company wholeheartedly for the time being.
After the day trip to the factory, he returned to the hotel, took out the rock records in his bag, and listened to them all.
"Hey, Roberto..."
He called Roberto Cleverville, "You said last time I could recommend a singer, right? Not a hip-hop singer, but a Chinese rock singer..."
"Okay, your company in Asia is called Sony Records, right? Can you help me ask..."
"At present, only Dou Wei has no record company signing, right? He just left the Black Panthers? It just so happens that I like his songs very much..."
"The piracy over there is serious? Okay... OK, just sign him. It's a small amount of money for you... Character problem? Singer, no one has character problems... Yes, just give him an environment where he can play music... …"
Chicago 1990 Chapter 116: baby face
Sony Columbia is in need of himself, so it should be no problem to let their Asian branch sign an individual. After all, in order to compete for Donnie Breston this time, it is possible for him to be back. Of course, if she really signs Tang Ni, Song Ya has no plans to break her promise, she really has a good voice.
As for another pure female version of EmpireStateofMind, Song Ya hasn't thought about it yet. If this kind of song that must be sent out does not win enough for himself, he will not take it out.
He lay on the hotel bed comfortably and turned on the TV.
There seems to be big news in Los Angeles. A few days ago, a ten-year-old black girl stole something from a shop of Shilla descent. After being found, she knocked her 50-year-old propriet to the ground. The black girl who was about to go out was shot and killed.
According to Song Ya's superficial understanding, the black girl went from stealing things to beating the shopkeeper. This constituted a robbery. The shopkeeper was obviously threatened. According to the local law of non-concession, the black girl should be killed and beaten in vain. The point of contention is that the proprietress shot the girl from behind and aimed directly at the head. This was supposed to be a purely legal issue, but she did not expect to be run into a racial issue again, or between African and Asian descent. .
It was embarrassing when the Rodney King incident was reversed and slapped in the face. This time it was the black man who caused the trouble and was killed...
Song Ya didn't bother to call Michelle anymore, and she was probably in utter horror.
"Fortunately, Silla is not Chinese..."
Now that he sees this kind of news, he is annoyed, and directly puts it on the TV.
Jingle Bell……
The guest room phone rang, "Hey." Only Song Asheng knew that he was staying in this room. At night, the hotel would not make calls to harass guests, so he picked up the microphone and directly spoke in Chinese.
There was silence on the other end of the phone, "APLUS?" an elderly black man asked with doubts.
"Are you?" Song Ya was a little surprised, and the voice was familiar, "Mr. Steven?" He remembered, it was Steven, the executive of Atlantic Records.
"Yeah! I thought I made a mistake, hahaha..." Steven laughed, "Are you convenient now? We want to come up and have a chat with you, of course, if you come down, we are in the hotel lobby."
"How do you know that I live... Wait, you guys? Who else?"
"BABYFACE."
"……"
"Don't hide, boy, my old bone was dragged by him and flew here from New York. I'm almost exhausted." Steven laughed.
"Well, you guys come up."
Song Ya feels a little creepy, is his whereabouts so easy to check? Is it on the news again? No, even a reporter won't know exactly which room he lives in, right? Even Hayden didn’t know...